Duality

II

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

Brown University

"What the fuck are you staring at?"

I asked mugging the girl that was next to me. I was pissed off—not only because I had to take this class but also because I had to take an art class.

I wasn't in a good mood entirely and usually when girls stared at me Id wink or something—but I was beyond pissed off.

I tried keeping eye contact with the girl who obviously had a staring problem—she was looking me right in my eyes but hers were shifting. Like she didn't know what part of my face to focus on.

She looked down after a few seconds. She wasn't talking or anything and I scoffed. "Fucking weirdo."I mumbled under my breath.

I didn't take a another look at her as I crossed my arms and slouched in my seat. I watched the teacher walk in—I actually payed attention for this one so I can see how much bullshit Robyn is putting me through.

My anger rose when he informed us we were going to be doing presentations often in this class to get better at public speaking and social skills or whatever the hell.

My social skills are fine—I'm great at public speaking. I just don't like it—and I don't like people—and I hate socializing unless I get something out of it.

Okay—maybe my social skills aren't all that.

But that doesn't mean I want to be graded on them—who the hell want to be graded on something they're terrible at?

"And following that point—not only is this a public speaking class but a social class. I want you guys to be comfortable talking to strangers because in the future that's really what presenting is going to be about. So there will be presentations where you'll have a partner or group. Wether you like the person or not." I think that was my last straw.

I was ready to leave.

This wasn't highschool. I could leave and get up without getting detention or something—I eyed the door.

He went on and blabbed about the rest of the year, I can't say I payed that much attention besides when he passed out this long ass syllabus.

I stayed in my seat and sighed. I peeked over to the girl that was eyeing me earlier to see that she was—gone. My eyes snapped to the stairs and she was walking down them quickly and left.

Just then his blabbing was over and I saw Abel walk in and look around for who could only be me. Students got ready to go and I picked up my own backpack.

"So! How was the introduction?" He asked and I shrugged. "Ass. It doesn't seem like complete hell—I just know I'm gonna hate it. And I also know it's gonna be a hassle to switch out if I try to." I said as him and I walked.

"Damn. Well maybe—" He was cut off when J heard someone call my name—well—nick name.

"Yo! B.K!" I turned around and groaned when I saw Safaree.

"Nigga what do you want?" I asked and exasperated. Safaree and I weren't really friends—him and his friends Meek and Chris pissed me off.

"Yo chill, I just wanted to see if you knew that hot girl you were sitting next to. Nerdy girls are my type. I don't know if she's a nerd but she was wearing glasses so.." He trailed off as if I gave a fuck.

"I don't know her—I don't know if she's a nerd—and honestly I would prefer if you would leave me the fuck alone." I stated looking him right in his eyes.