Her Wife And Kids

fourty seven

Beyonce's P.O.V

"Okay class as you may or may not know your teacher is coming back next week. So please and thank you be on your best behavior for Mr. Collins. Y'all gave him a rough start. Let's end this week on a good note...and keep in mind he's leaving a note saying how each and every one of yous behaved during his stay. Right Mr. Collins?" I turn to him.

"I sure am" The poor old man responds earning a few grunts from the crowd. These kids really show no mercy.

When I'm done with that I head on over to my office where Justin sat waiting for me.

I take a seat folding my arms as I stared right back at him.

He slouches some not once turning away. "How about you tell me what's best for you. Saturday detention or I call your uncle again and let him know how you're speaking to adults?" I break the silence.

He shrugs chewing on his gum that I'd asked him to spit out various times.

See I could've and should've suspended Justin weeks ago for the sake of him not disrupting my other students from getting their education but it's something about giving up on my own people that's stopping me.

He deserves an education just as any student here does, and I know he's eager to learn, he just never puts in the work or denies his interest for some odd reason as if it's lame to want to learn.

"Go ahead. My uncle don't give a fuck" He laughs maliciously. "Then so be it" I shrug dialing his number.

I've had to call him so many times that it's now engraved in my memory.

The phone rings, and rings...and rings...and rings till *beep* you have now reached the voicemail of-

Rolling my eyes I end the call. "Told you" Justin smirks. "He prolly home fucking some prostitute, shiiid there was this one gir-"

"Justin I don't want to hear it!" I cut him off. It's to the point where I want to call DCF. His Uncle let's him do anything, he has no decipline whatsoever.

"Your loss" He laughs. "Justin you know this attitude and mindset of yours is only gonna get you in some deep trouble" I warn.

"I ain't too worried about it" He shrugs once again blowing his gum till it popped. "Well you should be"

"Mmm not really if you think about it" He argues testing my patience. "Okay Justin" I let it go

Nicki's P.O.V

"You've been checking that phone since I got here, what's up with you?" Rah frowns.

"I'm just worried" I sigh watching as costumers walked in and out of Five Guys.

"About what? What's wrong?" She leans foward from her seating.

"It's Rihanna..." I sniff looking down at my ring finger.

"She and I got into an argument and she left the house fueling. I thought she needed some fresh air so I let her go no questions asked but it's been a week now and she's not back" I unconciously check my phone again...still no reply.

Rah reaches over placing her hands on top of mine "I'm sure she'll be back soon" she reassures.

Don't look at her.

I can't and I won't.

If I do I might just burst into tears, seeing people pity me only makes shit seem more real.

So instead I look over to the side where Nadine layed in her stroller bubbly as ever.

...It doesn't help that she's a spitting image of her mother, that smirk-like smile, her small wide nose that makes it seem like she's constantly flaring her nostrils, those beautiful beautiful brown almond shaped eyes that're enrapturing just like her mothers.