| Chapter 6: Thrird Time's A Charm That night Beyonce got a call from Jay Z. It was 8:00 and she had just woken up. "Hello?" she said. "Hey girl," Jay Z said. Beyonce sleepily rubbed her eyes and suddenly remembered an odd dream she had about Lindell coming to her room. "Hey," she said. "What you up to?" he asked. "Nothin. I just woke up." She said. "Oh. You still tired from the trip?" he asked. "Yeah," she yawned. "Oh�well then I'll let you sleep." He said. "No that's ok. I slept all day." She said. "Ok then. Well what you been doin in H-Town?" he asked. "Nothin. I went to church yesterday�.saw some people." She said. "Good. Good." Jay Z said. "Uh-huh." Beyonce said. There was a silence. Neither of them said anything. Whenever she talked on the phone with Lindell and silences came up like this he knew something was bothering her. And he would ask her what it was, and she would tell him and he would tell her something that would make her feel better. But Jay Z didn't. he didn't know her like Lindell did. "I have to go�" Beyonce said. "Ok. Bye." "Bye" "Yo, hit me up once you get back to NYC aight?" "Aight." She said. She hung up. She left her room to go eat something. "You feel better?" Solange asked. "Yeah. A lot better." Beyonce said. "Lindell wants you to call him." Solange said. "He say why?" Beyonce asked. "Not really," Solange said. "I guess I'll call him then�" Beyonce said. She picked up the phone and called Lindell. He wasn't home and the answering machine picked up. "Hey, I ain't here right now so leave me a message." Beyonce didn't say anything. She was too scared to because she thought something would slip and she would regret saying it. She didn't want to reveal herself to him. "Hi�" she said. "It's B��Solange said that you wanted me to call you so��..I am�.um�..call me back?" she said. She felt so stupid. She hung up. The phone rang after she did. It was Lindell. "Hey," He said. "Hey," she said. "Sorry I didn't get to the phone fast enough to answer." He said. "Oh�you wanted me to call you?" Beyonce said. "Yeah�to apologize. For real this time though. I got no right to be mad at you for bein with Jay Z. Seem like he treats you good. He's the kinda guy you deserve." He said. She heard the sadness in his voice and it hurt her. "Oh." She said. "Mm-Hmm." He said. There was the awkward silence. Lindell broke it. "Somethin' wrong?" he asked. "..no" she said hesitantly. "Seems like somethin is," Lindell said. "Why does it seem like somethin is?" Beyonce said. "I thought we didn't know each other very well." "It just��.." He began nervously. "does?" she asked. "Yeah. It just does. What is it?" he asked. "Oh�I'm just tired�." Beyonce said. "Solange said you been sleepin all day. The trip wear you out?" Lindell said. "Yeah�how did you know I went on a trip?" Beyonce asked. "It's all over the media now." Lindell said. "Oh.." Beyonce sighed. "I shoulda known" "You want a break from that stuff?" Lindell asked. "The media and all?" he said. "Yeah, a break from everything would really be nice." She said. "Well�.it probably aint as fancy as Jigga's penthouse, but�you could come to my place if you want to�.sometime��." Lindell said. Beyonce could tell he was very nervous. "That's really sweet of you Lindell." She said. "I would really like to go to your place sometime. Give me a break from fame�..it's great and all, but sometimes, you just wish that people would see you who you are�and not as a celebrity" "Jay Z sees you for who you are." Lindell said. Does he? She thought. Sometimes she didn't think he did. The way he complemented her looks didn't exactly bother her�but it didn't make her feel like Lindell made her feel when Lindell complemented her looks. Maybe because she was sure Lindell loved her for who she was since they had dated since high school. "Sometimes�" she said still debating whether or not to open up to him. "Sometimes I don't feel like he does." "Do you talk to him about it? Him of all people, being a celebrity like you, would see what I---what you want people to see in you" Lindell said. "Yeah that's what I thought." Beyonce said. "Why don't you think so anymore?" Lindell asked. "I think the reason he took me to Paris was to have sex." Beyonce said. "Oh�" Lindell said slowly. "And I feel so bad for thinkin that too," Beyonce whined. "Cuz he gave me the ring and he took me to France and I feel like he's givin me so much, and I aint givin him anything in return. I feel so bad." "Hmm�" Lindell said not wanting to say what he thought. "What is it?" she said. "Whats what?" he asked. "Every time you say "hmm" its because you wanna say somethin and you ain't sayin it so spit it out." she said. He laughed. "What?" he said. She laughed too. "You know you cant front so quit tryin." "Nothin B, it's nothing." He said. "C'mon Lindell�you know you cant keep anything from me." She said coaxingly. He knew she was right. "Aight aight�I just think that�" he began. "Thank that what?" she said. "That he did all that stuff for you to make you feel sorta�.in debt to him." He said. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean that he did those things because he wants you to feel like you owe him��..to make you feel like you gotta do stuff for him to pay him back for what he did for you." Lindell said. "What are you saying?" she asked. "I'm not saying anything. Just be careful�ok?" he said. "�ok" Beyonce said slowly. "So when do you want me to come over?" "Any time is fine." He said. "Now?" she said. "Now?" he asked. "Yeah." She replied. "Uh�.alright." he said. "Ok." She said smiling. "I'll be there soon." "Aight." He said. "Bye." She said. "Bye." He said. Chapter 7 |