Whoever said 'preacher's kids are the worst' obviously haven't met Beyoncé Knowles or maybe they have because when the bad boy Shawn Carter aka Jay-z comes to town he turns this good girl into her parents worst nightmare. She starts falling for his...
"Who is that?" Shawna questioned with her eyes on Bey's little sister.
"She's off-limits!"
"The limit doesn't exist." She grinned, throwing the football as I caught it between both my hands.
"No, seriously Shawna don't ruin this for me," I explained, "I'm really feeling this girl. You talking to her sister might complicate things for us, and her family is very religious people there's no way she's swinging that way so ice all that now."
Shawna rubbed a hand through her long black hair; I love my lil sister to pieces but there's no way I was gonna let her ruin this.
"You're embarrassed by me?" she questioned with no facial expression.
"Look! Shawna I ain't mean to hurt your feelings but you know how them religious fucks be!"
"I don't care how they be. What they think of me holds no value but hearing my own blood brother infer that me being me somehow embarrasses him is fucked up fam. You know I can't help who I am, you saw me struggling to even come out, and for you to say something like that is... forget it." She grumbled the last part before walking off.
"Shawna, I'm sorr-"
"Dang! What you do to her?" Bryshere questioned as I eyed him before throwing the ball and going to chill in a place alone on a nearby bench.
Beyoncé came from the water drenched from head to toe.
Damn! Half of the niggas at the lake were hawking her, but she paid them no mind, whatsoever, that's how I knew she was a wife.
I went over with a water bottle offering her a drink as she paused in between drying off to take it. She struggled to open it, so I helped which made her grin as I got it open then handed it back to her as she sipped. We went back over to the bench.
That was somewhat of a trick of mine I'd purposely tighten up the bottle cap, so I'd be asked for assistance in getting it open.
"I coulda swore the first time I saw you your hair was brown," I recalled.
Her fingers combed through her damped hair "I guess I'm a vampire."
I laughed at that even though it wasn't even funny.
"So what your parents say about you know what? I know your old man flipped hella bricks when he found out you spent a night behind bars," I said.
She sipped from the bottle again then slid into her shirt. "They don't know..."
"Wait... Yo- this is definitely not the girl I talked to a coup'la days ago that did everything her parents wanted her." I teased as she shrugged like it was nothing, the good girl has gone bad, "I might be a bad influence!"
I felt her eyes on me when I said that.
"You might be but I'm badder." she replied.
That's when I knew the innocent girl I met days ago was gone and replaced with whoever the fuck this was. At first, I just wanted to fu- who am I fooling? I still only wanted to fuck, if I'm being honest. But the girl I met before was different... I liked that... the girl I'm talking to now reminded me of any other hoe from the hood tryna be tough. Shit! Wasn't impressive.
"If you need help hiding it from them then I can teach you."
"I'm doing a damn good job on my own now," she said before standing and putting on her shorts over her bikini.
"So you got the lette-" I barely got my words out.
"Letter! What letter?" She spoke as I grinned rubbing a hand through the stubble that grew on my chin.
"Shit! I thought you were doing a good job on your own." I mocked.
"I have never been to jail before..." She revealed like that wasn't already so obvious.
"That's not very Houston of you!" I joked.
"This isn't a laughing matter if my parents got a letter or anything that shows what I've done; They'd be beyond dissatisfied." she panicked suddenly she was that innocent girl again who cared what her parents thought and threw around big words like they were a basketball on the court.
"Why'd you do that to ole girl anyway, if you don't mind me asking?"
"She had it coming..."
"Her whole shit is stitched up from here to here," I said while moving my hand across my face to show. "And they had to shave some of her hair off on the sides to reach the scar. You got that bitch looking like Dobby by the head."
"Dobby? You're a Harry Potter fan?"
"Shit! Who wasn't?" I chuckled as she laughed too.
Shaniqua was one ugly light skin bitch I mean I know I ain't the best looking nigga in the world but that bitch... that bitch was ugly. Not just face wise but personality too. I think she thinks cuz she light skin with a fat ass that niggas were sposed to roll over for her. And some color struck niggas did. The words 'redbone' was thrown around a lot out here, but it was more like red nose as in the pit bull.
"Do you think she'll try to get revenge?" Beyoncé asked.
"Of course, look at you and look at her... ugly bitches hate pretty girls especially a naturally pretty girl like you who don't need all the extras to be pretty," I told her as she smiled.
"Thanks, Jay."
"Don't thank me! Thank God you don't look like her."
"Can you um this might sound strange but I'll pay if you help look after me until this whole thing blows over." she offered.
Money to be around her... shit! A nigga would do that for free. Little does she know that, though. I licked my lips."Fo' sure!"
"Cool," she grinned.
The prettiest girl in Houston paying me to be next to her. I don't even dance, but that had me ready to get to my feet and moonwalk around this entire fucking city in my fresh jordans. Of course, I wasn't bout to turn down that offer.
She was so fine she could turn the gayest of niggas straight when most bitches couldn't even get a McDonald's burger out of a nigga.
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