Beyoncé | October 15th
Manhattan , New York
"Ms. Jefferson why you wanna fuck wit' me? You want some dick or something damn?" I sucked my teeth and sat back in my desk.
Diamonté laughed, chewing her gum and looked at Ms. Jefferson dead in her face. Ms. Jefferson took a look at us both and shook her head.
"Do the 2 of you want detention? Your mouths are going to get you in trouble and you know it. Watch them or I will be calling your parents. Diamond-"
"It's Diamonté dammit, say it right or don't say it at all."
"That's it! I'm calling your parents."
"I didn't do shit. Why you calling my mama? It's not like she's gonna answer anyway." I scoffed.
"Then maybe I should do a home visit."
"Do what you gotta do, I'm not gon' be there. I'm gon' be at my girl's house." I said.
"Speaking of your girl, ain't that her and her mom? She look pretty angry."
I snapped my head toward the hall, trying to get a glimpse of Seven's mom but the only thing I saw was a fat ass. I couldn't tell if it was Seven's or her mother's. They were running down that hallway so fast, I couldn't even see them.
"Yo, you still ain't never seen her mom?" Diamonté asked.
"No I haven't. That's crazy."
"Bro, she got the fattest ass I have ever seen in my entire life. Ass fatter than a swamp possum with the mumps." Di said, it made the entire class laugh.
"Now where did you get that bullshit from?" I laughed.
"The 2 of you need to go down to the principal's office right now." She held out the blue slip. I sucked my teeth and got up, snatching the slip out of her hand.
"Come on Di."
She followed behind me into the principal's office. We both sat down in the front, sighing. I swear my grades are good, it's just this bitch keeps messing with me. She was the only teacher that I had an issue with, everybody else loved me.
Ms. Union walked past us and I whistled.
"Hey Ms. Union, where you going sexy?"
"Beyoncé that is inappropriate."
"You know you love it girl. Where that principal at? Niggas wanna call me down here but not be here to do the job."
"Bey look!" Di whispered in my ear, she pointed in the opposite direction and I looked, my eyes widening immediately. "You see that ass she carrying?"
"I know it's heavy, I'll help her carry it if she need me to." I whispered back.
Ms. Union chuckled and walked away from the two of us. Whoever this was had my attention though. All that ass and she up at this school? For what?
"Look at the titties too." She paused and we watched the woman speak to our principal. "She know she look good."
"Now guess what?"
"What?" I asked.
"That's yo girl's mama."
My eyes popped right out my head. "Ain't no way. And she 33? Nigga. Did I pick the wrong Maraj? Shit."
"Now don't let Seven hear you saying that about her mama, she gon' beat yo ass."
"Man she know her mama fine... and thicker than a bowl of goddamn oatmeal. Shit."
"Relax whore. She don't want you. Plus again, that's yo girl's mama."
"You think this is why she tryna hide her away from me? 'Cause she fine?"
"No dumbass. Whose mother wants their girlfriend? I just think Seven scared y'all gon' break up."
"What would we break up for? We good, I love her."
"You know she in trouble right? She just got into another fight."
"Fuck."
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"Man shorty, why you can't ever just act civil?"
"Oh I'm shorty now?" Seven asked, she threw her backpack on her bed.
"You just got fucking suspended Seven! You gon' be whatever the fuck I say you are!"
"You're not my parent, I'm gonna need you to relax. She was fuckin' with me so I popped her. What's the issue? I do it all the time."
"Dumbass that's the issue! You think that shit is cool? She didn't touch you first, you hit her! You gon' continue to let some words piss you off and that's gon' get you fucked up. Somebody gon' whoop yo ass one day."
"I've never been beat."
"That don't mean you can't be beat Seven. You need to relax, this is your senior year. Why can't you just chill out?"
"Everybody ain't you Bey! Everybody doesn't sit around the library reading books and hitting on teachers tryna mack. Yeah you ain't slick and you definitely ain't low."
"It's harmless flirting, they're grown. But that's literally besides the point. You tryna dance around the fact that you're reckless. You got suspended for a week man. What's next? Expulsion."
"I wish."
"Man whatever. Ain't no getting through to yo thick skulled ass. You make me sick with that shit. You're not a child no more. Stop acting like a freshman. This shit is on your record forever Seven."
"You sound like my mom." She rolled her eyes.
"Maybe you should listen to your fucking mom. She sounds smarter than you."
"Well she's 33, I would hope she's not dumber than a 17-year-old."
"Whatever Seven. Get your shit together. I'll be back later." I picked up my backpack off of her floor and started to leave. She grabbed my hand, pulling me back onto the bed. "I'm not doing this with you. I'm going home."
"Baby stay. I'm sorry."
"No Seven, you wanna play all day long. I'm not joking. You know that shit is not okay, stop doing it."
"I love you." She straddled my lap and kissed me. I became less tense as I held onto her waist.
I heard keys jingle and I knew it was her mom. She leaned her head back, sighing.
"She's here early."
"I didn't even get to change for dinner." I pouted.
"I guess you'll see her regardless then."
We both got up and walked down the stairs. Immediately her mom called Seven and Seven brought me with her. Probably so she wouldn't in too much trouble, she did get suspended today.
"Oh! You must be Beyoncé, hi. I'm Seven's mother." She stood up and hugged me, I couldn't help but to stare at her ass. It was just sitting so nicely in that skirt and her breasts were- I'm just gonna leave it alone. Hell no.
"I'm Beyoncé."
Seven squinted her eyes at me like I was dumb. She tapped her fingers against her forehead. "I think she knows that you're Beyoncé, she just said that."
"Seven, your smart mouth is what got you where you are right now. I hope you know you're on punishment until I say so."
"And when does this start?" Seven rolled her eyes.
"I'm whooping your ass."
While they talked, I couldn't help but stare between them. Seven was so damn fine but she looked nothing like her mother. Her mother had curves of a grown ass woman and I was attracted to every single last one of them. I had to put my bag over my bottom half just to hide the fact that I was getting hard.
I cannot stay in this situation for too much longer.
"Seven I really have to go, my mom is gonna kick my a- butt."
"Be back by 9." She said.
I nodded my head and walked out of the house, waving to them both. I stood against the door trying to think my dick down. This was not the time and that was certainly not the person to be getting hard for.
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