"Baby bee lets go! Ya mama said to be home before the streetlights come on!" Beyoncé yelled as she picked up my bike.
"I'm coming hol up," I yelled back then turned my attention back to the boy. "I promise if she sees you dunk the ball she'll give you her number. Girls love that type of stuff"
"Alright, ill do it!" He agreed clapping my hand then grabbing the ball. I smirked evilly jogging to the goal. "Aye, what are you doing over there?"
"I'm standing on the cinderblock for more weight, that way when you dunk the goal won't flip"
"Oh alright good thinking" he started bouncing the ball being extra. Beyoncé wasn't paying him any type of attention, she was more focused on her blackberry. "Is she looking?" he asked me in whisper shout, I nodded sticking up my thumb. "I'm finna bang a bad bitch" he bragged and started running towards the goal. His word choice pissed me off even more. As soon as he jumped up to dunk, I grabbed the cinderblock and jumped off the base of the goal. He tried hanging onto the rim but it came tumbling down with him hanging on for dear life screaming like a little 'bitch' as soon as he hit the ground.
Bey gasped "Oh my god, is he okay?" she couldn't hide her laugh. I started rolling stomping my feet that shit was too funny. "Well help him up and let's go!" I nodded so she went back to what she was doing,
"I can't move" He whimpered while looking up at me still sprawled out on the ground the goal on top of him, "I think it broke my hand can you check?"
"Sure" I stepped over his body taking a look, "eh not broke enough" I shrugged then curb stomped it in the process of sprinting towards Bey. "BB come on!" She got on holding the bike still so I could sit on the handlebars.
"What happened to him?"
"He tried the wrong one" I answered simply.
•••
"What are you doing here Shawn? I said we needed to talk when I got back to New York"
"Niggas was in Paris, now niggas is in England. We came to see you perform, shit is huge for you right?"
Beyoncé crossed her arms, the irritation was clear on her face. Jay scratched the back of his neck clearing his throat, "Go head Ye get our section and bottles ready. I'll meet you over there" the two dapped before Kanye walked off.
"Ohhhh shit! What up my G? You the lil mama with the bear Bey would not stop talking about. What was his name? Benson? Bernard?" he directed towards me once realizing I was hanging behind Bey.
"Shawn." Bey glared at him then turned to me grabbing my arm affectionately, "do you want to go wait in my dressing room?"
"Nah I'll stay right here," I said, upholding my unbothered facial expression. Jay was trying to intimidate me behind Bey's back. I thought about tonguing her down right in front of his face but then I thought about how irrational that was for Bey's sake. I'd love to see his face but that can wait.
"So what was up?" Jay asked once having Bey's attention.
"What do you think?! You said you used protection!"
"I thought I did. I was out of it Bey" he stopped staring Bey down inappropriately to glance at me, "but when you came onto me and the liquor was in our systems you can't blame a nigga" he finished with a wink sent my way. I clenched my jaw trying not to show him much of a reaction.
