Maybe I could have dealt with the med students, but something told me their neurotic habits would do little for my mental health. I wanted to live in that house. I wanted to live with the girls in Hidden Hills.
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August 21 - 11:48am - 129 South Miranda Place - Loyola High School - Los Angles, California
Bey POV
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Not only was I a bad liar, but I was even worse at covering up my other emotions. The day was terrible. I was grateful that Lauren wouldn't be back until later that evening and Rob had left again before I woke up, but I couldn't avoid Will and company at school all day.
I was quiet through every meeting and lunch.
"My girlfriend and I just had a fight," I lied after the tenth time Will asked me what was wrong.
It wasn't that I lied about the fight, it was that I had lied to myself about what Onika was to me and worse yet, what I was to her. I didn't even know how to wrap my mind around her words. No one had ever been that.. cruel to me before. I had no idea what to do.
I guessed things would go back to normal; Onika would go back to hating me, but now things were so different. I had let myself develop feelings for her. I didn't know what those feelings were, but they were something and they were enough to make the words she said hurtful. I replayed them throughout the day while I pretended to listen to Will.
Didn't you notice ..... I kept ALL of my clothes on?
And while I ignored texts from Lauren and Rob.
Now you won't be wondering.
By the time I got home I could barely keep it together. Onika had emotionally gutted me. Worse yet, she knew about my pathetic obsession and now I had to live with her.
I was praying I would beat Rob home, but I wasn't that lucky. Her car was in the driveway when I pulled up. I took a deep breath and gave myself a whole minute before I opened the front door. I needed another minute but I saw a head of black curls bobbing near the hedge next door. I was in no mood for a formal introduction to Jessica Stanley.
"Beyoncé," Rob came rushing from the kitchen. "How come you didn't - holy shit! What's wrong?"
I looked up at her through watery eyes and just sank down on the stairs. I didn't want to tell her, but I didn't know what else to do. She sat down next to me, wrapping me in her arms.
"Sweetie, talk to me. What's going on?"
"Onika-" I sobbed.
"God, what the fuck did she do now?" Rob was geared up for yet another story of Onika's general rudeness.
"We had sex the other night," I sobbed some more.
"You WHAT?" she gripped my shoulders, turning me towards her.
