Zebrahead (interracial)

TGIF

As if the weekend couldn't get here any slower, the end of school creeped it's way up to our sight.

Fifteen minutes before we were dismissed from Mrs.Cunningham's classroom, and done with school for two days.

This break was much needed. I needed time to figure out what it was I wanted. And even now, I was having a hard time.

Georgia, on one hand was-

Well what exactly did I even like about Georgia?

I sat and pondered on the thought for a moment. I mean, Georgia was nice to look at. Perfect breasts, not too small, but not too large. Her sense of humor was very dry compared to mine, and everything is mainly serious talk with her around. Don't couple have fun when they're around each other? She was beautiful, no argument over that, but she didn't have too many brains.

But Brenda.

Oh, Brenda.

She was amazing. Everything about her. The only problem was the fact that she is a-

I was dragged out of my thoughts by a piece of paper hitting me directly in the face. I grimaced, and touched my nose, brining my hand back to see a small dot of blood.

Paper cut.

I glanced up to see a giggling Brenda, trying to hold it in while doing a bad job. My smile was nearly full until my best friend, Kenny spoke up.

"Hey girl! You better watch where you throw your trash. Just because y'all's nasty doesn't mean we have to be too." Kenny hissed in a whisper.

Brenda made a facial expression, the expression that I have seen her do only once since meeting me, and that was the first day I ever saw her.

Which wasn't good.

Damn you, Kenny. I thought.

Before Brenda could open her mouth, I burst into a fake fit of coughing, sure to catch Mrs.Cunningham's attention.

"Daniel? Are you alright back there?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am," I answered, adding one more drastic cough for good measure. "Just choked on a dust bunny I think." Which brought the entire class into a wave of laughter.

Mrs.Cunningham fell for the act, smiling and going back to her lesson on the board.

I side glanced at Kenny, who was still glaring at Brenda, who was eyeing me.

I pretended not to notice her look, and reached down beneath my desk and grabbed the paper that initially hit me in the face.

The words were scripted in what I had known as Brenda's beautiful handwriting.

"You know, it's one thing to hate me for being a colored, and openly hate me along with your other honkey tonk peers, but it's just flat out wrong of you to lie to me about one thing and still pretend to openly hate me." She wrote.

I peeked up to see if Brenda was still looking at me, and she wasn't. I began to write a reply:
"I'm so sorry, honest. What Georgia did, it was wrong.. Any man with good eyes and a heart could have seen that. I should have spoken up, but I have a reputation. Surely you understand that?" I wrote back, proofreading to make sure my writing was sincere and understandable enough.

I threw the paper, hitting her in the back of the head. She turned around and gave me the most evil look, until she realized it was the note, her face softened slightly. She retrieved the paper, and opened it cautiously.

Kenny placed his hand out to high-five me, and I hesitantly smacked his hand,trying to act normal.

"You made a Bulls eye out of the back of her head!" He chuckled.