Beyoncé
Two Weeks Later
"Have you seen Nicki?" I asked Kehlani.
"I mean she just went to the bathroom."
"That was a while ago and Ciara left right behind her. She isn't back either."
"True."
"I'm going to check on her," I said getting up. I told the teacher what I was going to do and quickly walked to the senior bathroom.
Calm down Beyoncé, that's your girlfriend. She's not doing anything wrong, right?
I tried to coach myself.
Breathe Bey, breathe.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before going into the bathroom. I instantly frowned at what I saw.
"Wow," I said shaking my head. They pulled away.
"Oh no, don't let your girlfriend stop you. Keep going, Onika. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Baby, it's not what it looks like."
"Oh really? It looks like, I wasn't giving it up quickly enough for you so you went for someone else. Is that why you've been hiding your phone? Is this why you haven't been kissing me as much anymore? IS THAT WHY-" I stopped and sighed as tears threatened to fall. I quickly pushed them away.
"Ok Beyoncé, listen to me."
"For what? So you can lie to me?"
"No, I would never."
"I would never. Mentirosa."
"I have no idea what you just called me but I'm pretty sure it wasn't nice," Nicki said.
"What you're doing right now isn't nice!" I yelled at her.
"Imma need for you to lower your voice lil mama." I looked over at Ciara who coincidentally thought this was funny.
"Haha keep laughing and I'm going cut your vocal cords out and make sure this is the last thing you laugh at."
"Woah Ciara you need leave. I've never heard her say something like that before."
"Give me a call Nicki, your lips are super soft," Ciara smirked.
"Oh I know," I smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and left.
"Imma need for this girl to leave and bring me my Beyoncé back."
"You weren't thinking about 'your Beyoncé' while you were kissing other girls."
"That's not what happened," she told me.
"I don't care," I shrugged.
"Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"You're so fucking childish."
"Yet I'm mature enough to stay faithful," I rolled my eyes.
"Are you done dissing me?"
"Eh, I guess."
"Are you ready to lose your attitude and listen to what I have to say."
"No not really."
"Why not?"
"Because I know what I saw," I shrugged.
