"U, Me and Hennessy look what you did to me. I say my head keep on spinning." #1 beynika hashtag #1 nickiminaj hashtag

Senior Year was the year that students acted out. They were about to leave, and would never see their old high school again. Onika Maraj was no different. To her, nobody paid attention regardless. But Beyoncé, her new English teacher was paying close attention. There was something wrong, and the closer Beyoncé got to figuring it out, Onika pushed back and settled hate between them. She maintained Beyoncé at arm's length and refused to let her in her space. She had underestimated Beyoncé's urge to help, but would soon find out that this was not a war she had been equipped for.

She's stays across the street. Most times she just stared. I don't know why but I couldn't wait for us to meet. Even though people called her weird. ///TW///

whenever she stressed she just wanna get... high.

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"Fuck this shit." I kissed my teeth, growing even more impatient. I pivoted on my feet, ready to go back to my car but stopped when I heard a low voice speak. "You came?" If my hearing wasn't impeccable, I would've thought that was just the wind howling. I turned back to face the door and there stood Nicki. The first thing I noticed was how drained she looked. Her almond eyes almost unrecognisable with how puffy and red they were. Her nose looked permanently tainted pink. And she looked sickly, as if she'd vomit at any point. My brows furrowed as my eyes were trained on her every move. "I did."

"I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me." BEYNIKA ONESHOTS: chapters, scenarios, scenes, and an imagination running wild. ⚠️ DISCLAIMER: Those were mine to write, yours to read and share. Some might turn into future books. If you'd like to use an idea, PLEASE CREDIT ME. Thank you, have fun! Selma, xoxo. 💋

Beyoncé Knowles is an eighteen year old girl. She's an exceptionally smart student. She's in advanced classes, she studies all the time, and she doesn't bother anyone. When she joins Ms.Maraj's class, she begins to have doubts about everything. She doesn't know whether to like or hate her teacher. Given her position, her teacher makes her feel questionable things. What is a girl to do about it? 18+

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