Part Two

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🍒Bella's Point of View

I text my sister as Miss Reese continued to rant about how our exams were important. I really didn't understand why I chose history but I guess I did.

Bella👑💦: B.B. u spoken to Mama yet?

B.B.💞: nope n I ain't spoken to Daddy as well

Bella👑💦:well I guess we know what they got up to last night😏😉🤫👅💦

B.B.💞: Bella shutup😂We only made up those lies 2 get them in the same room 2 talk

Bella👑💦: so what do we say? Should I tell Loco Chanel the news or u? Either way her demon mom ain't joining the fam😇

B.B.💞: idc what u do jus don't say nun to her b4 her Sephora starts causing shit👀

Bella👑💦:lmaooo dare me😈

B.B.💞:no Mirabelle don't do it

I hated Chanel with a passion. At home she'd act like the golden angel- which was actually B.B.'s role in the family- and at school she was a hoe. Of course her mommy dearest thought that she was perfect but what she didn't know was that Chanel was going out with this college freshman and she'd already fucked five of the basketball team.

"Yo Bella,"one of my friends DeMarcus called.

"That's my name,"I looked up from my phone.

"You think yo parents gonna get back together?"the whole class stopped their revision and looked at me waiting for a response. I looked at Chanel and she had her eyebrows raised mean mugging me.

"They're definitely getting back together. Trust me,"I smirked.

"Oh thank God! I've been needing some Jayoncé vibes in my life,"my best friend Ameria dramatically clutches her invisible pearls making me laugh.

"What makes you so sure?"another girl Iris questioned.

"Don't worry 'bout all that,"I tapped my nose.

"If he really wanted to get back with her he would've left my mom,"Chanel interrupted. I didn't address her so I didn't know why she invited herself into the conversation.

"Babygirl your mom is a groupie, don't nobody want a piece of that,"the whole class 'ooh'ed.

"Boys and girls, enough talking about Keeping Up With The Carters and get on with your revision,"Miss Reese scolded us.

"Yes, The Carters, as in Gloria Carter, Mirabelle Carter, Blue Ivy Carter, Shawn Carter and Beyoncé Knowles-Carter. Not your wannabe ass,"I flipped my hair and Ameria fell off her seat laughing.

"There's a reason why your dad didn't want to read the letter again and that's because he wanted your mom dead,"the whole class fell silent and I slowly stood up. I took my earrings out and made sure my rings were on tight while Ameria tied my hair back and brought out my Vaseline.

"Bitch gon' get it today,"she mumbled under her breath. As soon as Chanel actually clocked that I was coming for her she jumped up and ran out the class- obviously I had to chase her!

It was like cat and dog. Chanel ran down the corridor but I'm a faster track runner than her so I caught up to her within seconds. I pushed her down then proceeded to punch and slap her. Ain't no way imma let anybody disrespect my mama like that. She went through hell only because she wanted to protect me, my sisters and my dad.

"So you think you it, huh?!"I punched her left eye.

"Bella!"I heard B.B.'s voice.

"Yo mom is a nasty, dusty hoe who's good for nothing!"I punched her in the mouth.

I felt somebody pull me away and when I turned around I saw that it was my boyfriend Hugo.

"Calm down Mirabelle,"he held me close to him. By the time I realised half the school had surrounded us, Chanel's older cousin Dior was helping her up.

"Bella what's going on?"my sister asked me.

"You know what she said?"I breathed fast.

"I'm asking you what she said!"she screamed.

"She said that the only reason Daddy didn't read the letter is because he wanted Mama dead,"I glared at her bloody face wishing I strangled her instead.

"She said what?!"my sister looked at her. "Chanel..."she walked up to her. Out of nowhere B.B. slapped her round the face making me cheer for her. Dior charged at B.B. but she got hands too so we know who won that fight.

When B.B.'s boyfriend Wayne pulled her off we saw the principal Mr Oakley standing there with steam coming out of his ears.

"Chanel Cartwright, Dior Cobra, Gloria Carter and Mirabelle Carter, my office IMMEDIATELY!"he roared. "AND EVERYBODY ELSE BACK TO LESSON!"everyone scattered and dispersed like bees as we followed Mr Oakley to his office.

"I want y'all to sit down here and not say a word while I call your parents,"he mean mugged us.

"Girl you were fire beating that ass!"I high fived my sister.

"Miss Carter,"the receptionist raised her eyebrows.

"What? He said 'a word', I said seven,"I rolled my eyes. "My mama would beat your ass too,"I muttered under my breath and B.B. kicked me.

🐝Beyoncé's Point of View

I laid in bed with Jay as we watched Love & Basketball. Last night was...one to remember and I didn't want to think about anything else. Everything I was doing to Jay was out of hurt and anger but I was hurting him too. We were both hurting but the only thing hurting now were my legs.

"What are we gonna do about the girls' birthdays? B.B. ain't feeling it but Bella wants all out,"he rubbed the side of my leg.

"If B.B. don't wanna throw a party then I'll throw one,"I shrugged.

"C'mon Bey, we gotta respect that she just doesn't wanna do something,"see, I sometimes wondered what drew me to this nigga. B.B. was called 'Baby Bey' but she was definitely her father's child because I had to do something every year for my birthday.

"Fine,"I pouted and he flicked my lips.

"Stop pouting,"he chuckled.

"Because you know if I keep on doing it imma start looking like you,"He straight faced me and I bursted out laughing.

"You didn't care what I looked like last night,"he smirked.

"The lights were off,"I screamed with laughter and he threw a grape at me laughing.

Jay's phone rung making us calm down.

"It's the girls' school,"he answered it putting it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Is this Mr Carter, Gloria and Mirabelle's father?"

"This is he. Are my girls alright?"

"There's been an incident concerning Gloria and Mirabelle and you're needed to come to the school,"we looked at each other before getting up and putting some clothes on.

"Lord knows your children are a handful,"I mumbled looking for my clothes.

"We'll be there in a few minutes,"Jay finished the conversation and hung up. "My children? No, this is coming from your genes. You're the crazy one,"he shook his head grabbing some jeans.

"We both crazy so let's end it and see what they've been up to now,"I picked up my phone and followed Jay out the room.