Beyoncé.
Tuesday, 3:30pm.
"Finally, that was my last final!" Kelly yelled in excitement.
"Mine too! One more semester bitches!" I said high-fiving her.
Kelly and I both graduated early and we were taking college classes as a senior so we got extra credits. At first I thought I couldn't do it but my hard work is paying off.
"Let's go get something to eat, your treat." Kelly said getting in my car.
"Bitch."
We pulled up to chick fil a and I found a parking spot.
We went in and ordered. Kelly got the chick fil a sandwich and I got the nuggets.
"You want to eat inside?" I asked Kelly.
"No let's go to the park where the neighborhood boys play basketball."
"Good thinking, hoe!"
We got back in the car and made our way over to the park. It wasn't very far from where we were.
I followed Kelly to the top of the bleachers and sat down.
A tall light skin boy with curly hair ran down the court and put his hands on his knees.
"Damn." Kelly and I said at the same time.
"Oh shit there goes your boyfriend." She said pointing.
I squinted trying to see who that was.
"Who is th-" I gasped. "Ohhhhh it's dude from the grocery store."
"He looks reaaaaally good. If you don't want him I'll take him."
"Hoe."
We basically sat there fan-girling the entire time. I really don't care too much for basketball but when it's cute, shirtless, sweaty guys out there playing, you can count me in.
"Is he coming over here?" Kelly asked looking.
"Oh my god, shhhh. He is, he is."
"Hey, excuse me ladies. I have a question."
"Ask away." Kelly smiled.
"What's better, waves or curls?" He asked.
"Waves." I said with no hesitation.
"Mmm I think I like curls better." Kelly said.
He laughed. "Thank you."
After he walked away Kelly was still staring.
"I was scared he was coming over here because his friend wanted to talk to me." I said relieved.
She didn't respond she was still staring at the boy.
"Kell, he is like 12."
"Chile, age is nothing but a number. Oh and your boyfriend coming."
I looked up real fast and he was jogging over to the bleachers.
"Hey, Feisty." He smirked.
"Hi."
"Can I know your name yet?"
"This is Beyoncé and you are?" Kelly said jumping in.
"Beyoncé... That's beautiful. I'm Shawn, but everybody calls me Jay."
I stayed silent and Kelly nudged my arm.
"Nice to meet you, Shawn." I mumbled.
"I'm getting in the car." Kelly snatched the keys and took off.
Shawn.
"So..." I started. "Can I get to know you?"
I don't know why but I really, really want to get to know her. I mean yeah, I'd love to smash. But it's not only that. She's very interesting...
"I don't think so."
I like a challenge.
"And why not?" I smirked.
"Because we both know your kind and what you want. I'm not going to be your fuck and duck anytime soon."
"I don't want to fuck you."
She pursed her lips. "You don't?"
"Well, I mean, yeah I'd love to. But I'm saying that not all I want."
She smiled a lil bit and I could tell I was getting her.
"So, can I have your number?" I asked holding out my phone.
She took it and entered her number.
"Thanks, I'll call you tonight."
"Okay." She smiled.
I stepped closer and gave her a hug. She smelled so good it wasn't even funny.
"See you." I said smiling.
"Bye."
I jogged back over to my boys and they all dapped me up.
I watched her walk away and get into her car.
"What happened?" Kanye asked.
"I got the digits." I gloated.
"Nigga you lying!" Andrew yelled.
"Dawg, you got a jewel. You better not fuck this up." TyTy said.
"I ain't got shit... Yet." I smirked.
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9:13pm
Beyoncé.
I know it's early but I'm getting ready for bed. I had a long day with those finals and all.
I deserve a good nights sleep tonight. But tomorrow, the turn up shall begin.
I stepped out of the shower and brushed my teeth. I heard my phone ringing in my bed and I went to see who it was.
Some random number was FaceTiming me and I assumed it was Shawn.
I spit the tooth paste out and answered.
"Hey" He smiled.
"Hey, hold on for a second."
He nodded and I threw my phone down.
I hurried up and put some panties and a tank top on.
I came back and picked up my phone.
"Shawn."
He looked up. "Hey again."
I giggled. "Hey"
"Your smile is gorgeous."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. So I want to get to know you."
"21 questions?" I smiled.
"Sure, you go first."
"Uh how old are you?"
"25, you?"
"20, I'll be 21 in 4 months!"
"When is your birthday?"
"September 4th."
"Cool, mine is December 4th."
"Do you have any siblings?"
He sighed. "Uh not real siblings. But TyTy and Kanye are like my brothers. We grew up in the same foster home. Because my mom... She-" he paused. "I've never told a girl this before. I don't want to seem soft."
"You can trust me."
"I know, I feel it... You're different."
I didn't know what to say so I just smiled.
"My mom overdosed and my dad was never around. It's funny because..." He stopped to laugh. "She was the one that introduced me to drugs. 'Here boy, you want to try this?'... That ain't parenting man."
This was like his way of getting it off of his chest. He must be in desperate need of a friend because I wouldn't be telling anybody my business when I first met them.
"Aw, I'm so sorry."
"Nah don't be, ma."
Things got quiet and awkward.
"You want to go out?" He asked.
"Uh... L-Like a date?"
"It sounds crazy coming from me, don't it?" He laughed.
"Yes."
"I know but I'm really trying to get close to you."
He's cute and he got game. I was attracted to him in the grocery store but he was disrespectful and that was a turn off for me. Now, he seems different. He just needs the right person to change him and I might be able to do that.
I smirked. "You better not be trying to play me, Shawn."
"Ha, nobody calls me that anymore. But, I like when you do it. So a date?"
"A date."