(A/N: I wanna apologize in advance for all the corny song references in this chapter because I couldn't help myself 😶)
Beyoncé's POV
I've been staying at Kelly's for about a week now, which would normally be so much fun, but I've been moping around, feeling sorry for myself about the whole thing with Jay. Yeah, I could've easily just gotten a nice hotel room by myself but I didn't wanna be alone...if anyone could make me feel better, it would be Kelly.
I was very proud of myself for holding it together and not letting Jay see me cry, but after I stormed out of the house, the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't know what hurt worse: the fact that he'd been fucking her for months, all the times he lied to my face about it, the fact that he was giving it to her raw, or that he thought he could've possibly gotten her pregnant...there was just so much to choose from.
I haven't spoken to or seen Jay and he doesn't know where I am. He's been texting and calling nonstop but I've been ignoring him. Now he can see what I felt like leaving him voicemail after voicemail when he was no where to be found.
I saw his name pop up on my caller ID again and rolled my eyes before answering it, "Dammit, Jay, stopping calling me."
"Listen, I'm sorry, and I ain't mean to harass you, ma. I just....please talk to me."
"What is there to talk about at this point?"
"I wanna tell you how sorry I am, how much you mean to me, how I don't wanna live without you."
"Clearly you weren't thinking of any of that while you were fucking that bitch at the Four Seasons, so why now?"
"As dumb as it sounds, it's like...the grass is always greener on the other side. But seeing how much I was hurting you, and now even just this past week without you...it made me realize how much I needed you. You're the only one I want, Beyoncé."
"And you were all I wanted too," I said, sadly.
"Were?" he questioned.
"Yes, were. Don't you realize that I'm not your average bitch? You don't think that I could have any man that I want? And...as I matter of fact, I have."
"Have what?"
"Have been getting with any man that I want," I lied, "So goodbye, Jay. And stop calling me."
I hung up the phone and ate a spoonful of the butter pecan ice cream I was eating as tears came to my eyes. Kelly came out of her room and sat down next to me. "What's wrong booboo?"
I sighed, "I just talked to Jay for the first time since I left. He won't stop fucking calling me."
She frowned, "I'm sorry, you want me to get Solo to call him and tell him off?"
I chuckled lightly, "No, I think I'm okay."
She nodded, "Okay."
After a second of silence, she said, "Bey, we're going out tonight."
"No, I don't feel like-"
"That wasn't a suggestion," she said, cutting me off. "I hate seeing you just mope around this house all day, we should do something fun! Sitting here, crying and eating ice cream clearly isn't making you feel any better," she said, taking the ice cream from my hands.
I raised one eyebrow at her, "Come on, Kelly."
She just raised one eyebrow back, "Come on, Beyoncé."
I sighed, "Fine, give me my ice cream back and I'll come out later."
She smirked and handed me back my ice cream, "Fine."
