Friends

Chapter Two

"Yeah, and now I have to wake up at six in the fucking morning just to go to some stupid detention." One hand plays with my curls as I explain to my best friend the unfair situation.

"Girl I feel you on that but-"

"AND THEN to top it off she has the AUDACITY to tell me that I can't relate to what she's going through just because I have more money then her. Pshh." Anger didn't do my feelings justice at the moment. No one makes me madder then her. Every single thing she does just bothers me to no end, and she knows it.

"Can I speak now?"

"Yeah, sorry Meg." I apologize quickly. I finally let my body relax since coming home. I take deep breaths as I climb into my bed and lay down on my pillow.

"You have to think about it from her perspective. To her you're rich as hell and going to a school with people who predominantly live in the hood-"

"But-"

"Can you just let me talk. I'll tell you when I'm finished." I low-key wince at the tone of her voice. She hates when I cut her off and try to overpower her because I am the loudest of us two.

It was probably what helped make our relationship toxic. I'm glad we could salvage our friendship out of its remains because I don't know where I would be emotionally without Megan. She helps me through a lot of crap and is the only reason I miss my old home: Atlanta.

"Like I was saying that's probably why she has a preconception of you. So when you act a fool it just helps push her point and solidifies what she already thinks. You're probably sleeping in thousand dollars sheets right now, what do you think she's dealing with?" I looked down at my two thousand dollar sheets and sighed.

"I can't help I'm blessed Megan. And she also acts a fool with me." I argued.

"I love you bestfriend but you're lucky. I also understand she acts a fool witchu but that just shows the fact that you're both wrong in this situation. Just make nice with her tomorrow and everyday after that until you can get out."

"Okay," I mumble. I didn't want to admit it but she was right and the sensible one as always.

Megan yawned, "Alright now. Goodnight, you got about four hours to learn how to act like a woman. I think you can figure it out."

Before I could object she hang up. I wanted to call her right back but I did need all the sleep I could get.

Soon my eyes closed on their own will and soon I was off into another land.

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8:00 p.m.

Third Person POV

"Hey mama," Beyoncé sighed as she entered her mother's room.

Silence.

"I got in trouble today ma. I know you probably mad but it wasn't my fault." Slipping into the bed she heard her mother turn over and then felt her kiss her on her forehead.

Silence.

At least she wasn't mad.

She remembered the first time her mother told her she had throat cancer.

Her six year old self grabbed her mother's hand and held it through the whole process. Her mother had been free of cancer for 3 years but it took her vocal cords with it.

Beyoncé missed hearing her corny jokes or her quirky laugh. It felt as if a piece of her mother was gone because of it.

"Tomorrow I have detention, so I won't be back until later. We can catch a movie and some dinner." 

Silence.

Then I felt her rub my shoulder in response. "Goodnight mom."

I'd been sleeping in her room since the incident, afraid that one day I'd wake up and go in her room and she would be gone. Afraid, that the throat cancer would take not only her voice but her life too. 

Slowly my thoughts drifted over to Onika. She was so pretty, but her mouth was something else. She always had to open it and say something out of pocket. Anger rose from my toes and spread throughout my body like a wild fire as I thought about her slick ass mouth. 

She was so fucking annoying, but intriguing at the same time. Did I like her or hate her?

This was a question I asked myself a lot.