I'LL SHOW YOU

6

Beyonce POV

"Shawn, you didn't have to drive me to the doctor," I said as we sat in the waiting room.

I finally decided to make a doctors appointment. Lucky for me my doctor also my best friend, Dr Kelly Rowland will be examining me.

"I just wanted to make sure you actually went to the doctor," he said kissing my cheek.

I sucked my teeth and playfully hit his chest. "Boy bye."

The door swung open. "Mrs Carter. Dr Rowland is ready for you," the nurse said.

I stood up and so did Shawn. "Where you going? They called me and not you," I said chuckling.

"Girl bye. The child you are carrying, I also helped in the making," he said holding my hand and guiding me to Kelly's office.

Kelly had this weird grin. "I saw your name and I immediately got excited," she said coming to hug me then went to Shawn and hugged him too. "Well make yourself comfortable on the examination bed Bey."

She then gave me a cup where I must pee in it. I did that and she started with the whole examination.

"According to the results, they conform that you are in fact pregnant," she said. "As your best friend I'd love to congratulate you and as your doctor I'd say, sit on the examination bed so that I'll see how far are you," she said.

I sat on the examination bed. I sat back and lifted up my shirt. She put the jell on my belly and moved the wand on my stomach.

The image of my little bun showed on the monitor. "From what I'm seeing, you're two months pregnant," she said then her face lit up. "I'm just remembering that about two months ago, we all went to Miami," she said looking at me and Shawn.

"Don't give us that look," Shawn said smiling.

"Y'all are freaks," she said laughing. "Anyways, I got me another godbaby out of it."

She then gave me my prenatal vitamins. She told me all the dietary requirements. We went back to the front desk to make my next appointment.

Trey POV

"I like big butts and I cannot lie. You other brothers can't deny, when a girl walks in with her inny binny waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung," I sang as I walked down the school hall.

I was late for my class but surprisingly, I was cool as a cucumber. Detention ain't nothing foreign to me. I'm used to it and it doesn't faze me.

"Mr Simmons," I heard behind me.

Shit. That sounded like Mr Walker.

I decided to speed walk.

"No running in the halls," he said.

I turned and looked at him. "I'm not running sir. I'm speed walking," I said slightly chuckling.

He walked towards me.

Great. I'm in trouble.

"Why are you late Mr Simmons?" Mr Walker said fixing his pants.

"Because I wasn't early," I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Amusing," he said nonchalantly. "I've been looking through your recent report card and I'm not impressed on the grade you got in History."

"Really?"

"You gotta turn that 'D-' into at least a 'C' otherwise you are off the school basketball team," he said and he left.

This nigga just dropped a bombshell on me and he acts like there isn't anything wrong.

Basketball is my life. Its what I love doing. Without basketball I'm nothing.

I gotta get myself a tutor.

***

"Aye, Trey. Why the long face?" Danny asked as I entered the cafeteria.

I sighed. "I gotta find myself a tutor to help me with History otherwise I'm off the team," I said in frustration.

We walked over to our usual table.

"You can ask Isabella to help you out. I've heard that she's good in History," he said.

"Who's helping who?" Shawty said butting in. She looked at us like we should give her an answer.

"I told Trey that he should ask Isabella to help him with History so that he can get a better grade and not get kicked out of the basketball team," Danny said casually.

I knocked him upside the head. "Stop putting my business in the streets," I said through gritted teeth.

This boy and his big mouth.

"I can go and ask her for you and keep everything in the DM," she said lowly.

Lucky for her the rest of the gang haven't arrived yet. Its just Shawty, Danny and I in the table.

"You can do that for me?" I said.

She nodded and stood up.

Wait, she's asking her now? Its fine by me. The sooner I get help then I'll be prepared to tackle this problem I have.

"ISABELLA! OVER HERE!" Shawty yelled waving her hands to capture Isabella's attention.

I chuckled nervously. "Shawty? What are you doing?" I said flashing a fake smile while slowly yanking her jacket so that she'll sit down but she wasn't having it.

She looked down at me with a blank expression. "I'm helping you smart ass," she said and went back to waving. "OVER HERE ISABELLA! PLEASE COME HERE GIRL! TREY WANTS ME TO ASK YOU IF YOU COULD HELP HIM WITH HISTORY?!" She continued yelling as Isabella came our way.

At this point, all eyes were on us. So much for keeping it in the DM.

"Hey guys," Isabella said smiling at us.

"Hey girl," Shawty said smiling. "Word on the street is that you good with that subject pertaining them dead niggas. Is that true?"

"Yes it is," Isabella said smiling at Shawty.

"That's great now can you please help this nigga with it?" she said innocently as she pointed at me.

"No problem. We can start today after school," she said.

Shawty clapped her hands cheerfully. "Thank you so much girl," she said hugging her. "If he gives you any problems like that stunt he pulled the first time y'all met, don't hesitate to tell me so I can kick his ass into place," she said breaking the hug.

I was just playing around with Isabella. It ain't even that serious.

"Imma whoop his ass into shape," Shawty said knocking me upside the head.

Isabella laughed. "Don't worry. I will. See y'all later," Isabella said waving goodbye and went back to what I'm guessing were her new friends.

"Why the fuck did you hit me?" I said rubbing the back of my head.

"I was just getting a head start on whooping your ass that's all," she said shrugging.

I slightly chuckled.

The people I hang out with at times. They are a handful but they always got your back.