Forbidden love

Chapter 2

Beyoncé pov
3:20p.m

"Rihanna you know I will beat your ass right, I can do this shit in my sleep."

Rihanna rolled her eyes at me as she tried to dribble past me on 2K.

I easily took the ball from her and ran down the court getting hyped as I dunked it.

"Yooooo! In your face forehead." I hollered in her face, as I did a little victory dance.

Rihanna threw the remote at me only for it to hit the wall.

"I hope I put another dent in that bitch too." She said as she flipped me off.

I giggled at her childishness and followed out behind her towards the kitchen.

"What should we eat today." She asked looking in my refrigerator.

"Ion know, how about we just order a pizza when my sister gets here." I suggested.

She nodded her head as she went to one of my many cabinets and pulled out a bag of hot fries.

"Give me some." I said as I checked through some of my messages on my phone.

I heard her smack her lips after opening the bag. "Your fat ass always want something of mine."

I shrugged my shoulders still not looking at her.

"Last time I checked, everything that's in this house I paid for. Including that air your wide head is breath."

I heard her cuss me out under her breath before I heard the cabinet open and close again.

"What are you doi-" I was cut off by a bag of chips meeting my face. I know this bitch didn't.

I looked at Rihanna to see her laughing and shaking her head.

"What, I was just giving you some." She smirked at me.

Rihanna has been my best friend since I was in third grade.

She moved here from Barbados and didn't know anyone. So I took it upon myself to be a friend to her.

That and she was getting picked on just like me. We instantly connected and there was no splitting us up.

As we went through our glow up faze, everyone and their daddies wanted to get us. We were both straight A students so we used that to our advantage until we got in a gang.

Long story short, we can have anyone we want and we don't stick around long.

People thought it was okay to hurt us at our worse, so now we fuck them and leave them at our best.

I rolled my eyes at her smart mouth and left the kitchen all together. I sat in the living room turning my tv on as some cartoon came on.

Seconds later Rihanna took that as an opportunity to sit in my lap.

"Rih you got five seconds to move before I do something you'll regret." I threatened

"Whatcha gonna do bey bey hmm?"

"Okay" was all I said as I let her sit there for a few minutes thinking I was done with the conversation.

After scrolling through my phone and texting my sister, I figured now was the time to get Rihanna off me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist allowing her to lean more into me. I slowly but smoothly began to run my hands up and down her thigh.

Our friendship was so close that we could do this to each other and it be normal so I knew she wouldn't suspect anything from it.