Teacher's Pet

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Normani took a deep breath as she stood in front of the office, she was tired of this petty feud so she decided to be adult about it since her professor wouldn't. She figured that maybe they needed to talk about it and she knew that the day her professor suggested she'd come to talk if she had anything to say, she should have went. But she was upset and felt wronged so the conversation wouldn't have gotten them anywhere. Now she was calm and thought maybe they'd make some lead way.

She brought her knuckle to the door, knocking gently and biting the end of her lip. She waited a minute before knocking again, rocking on her feet as she waited. Just as she was about to walk away, the door opened. Professor Knowles looked at her shockingly, she would have never expected to see Normani at her office.

"Um, hi. I thought maybe we should talk." Normani mumbled, looking down at her feet. She was in close proximity of the woman and it made her a bit nervous.

"Talking to me or your shoes?" Beyoncé teased, Normani slowly looked up and took a deep breath. Her professor was dressed a bit more casual than usual but she wasn't surprised. She's heard that she had no classes today and just came to her office to grade papers. Normani also wasn't surprised at how good she looked. "Come in."

Normani nodded as Beyoncé held the door wider for her, she stepped past her professor before watching her close the door.

"How may I help you?"

"Look, it seems like we hate each other and we have a long way to go so it shouldn't be like that, we should address the issue and dead it."

Beyoncé chuckled as she made her way to her desk to take a seat in her chair. She pointed to a chair close to her desk, demanding Normani sits and she did.

"I don't have an issue with you, Normani."

"I can't tell." She sighed, she licked her lips subconsciously as she stared at her professor. "There's never a time in class where you don't call me out."

"There's never a time where you're not talking."

"See, I'm never the only one talking and when Blair laughed, you called me out."

"Because you said som-"

"And? You had no proof, you didn't hear me. You assumed because he laughed. When he said something and I laughed, you called me out."

"Maybe you shouldn't sit by Blair anymore."

"Maybe you shouldn't be selective of who you want to discipline."

Beyoncé looked up from grading and took in Normani's appearance. Internally admiring the crop top Normani wore before chuckling. "I'm not selective."

"You are."

Beyoncé took off her glasses and leaned over her desk, inching a bit closer to Normani and the student's breathing instantly picked up.

"I'm not selective but understand this, that is my class and I have complete control over everything. I need you to know that I'm in charge and what I say, goes and what I want to happen, happens." Beyoncé informed her, Normani visibly gulped and she couldn't help but feel the words had a double meaning. She watched the professor sit back into the chair with a sigh. "When you understand that, we'll get along fine."

Normani couldn't find any words to say, she wanted to scream 'fuck you' and knock over all the things on her desk but she decided not to. It wouldn't end well because though she hated to admit it, Professor Knowles was right. Things always went her way.

She nodded her head before standing up and walking towards the exit as Beyoncé watched in amusement.

She meant what she said about always getting what she wanted. And boy, she wanted Normani and there was no doubt in her mind that she'd get that.