Biracial

Chapter 47:

Have y'all been able to see the pictures in the last two chapters?

Thursday; 2 days until.

Asia.

You ever been mad at yo nigga so you dress super cute? No? Well I do, all the time and I'm currently feeling myself.

I wore a pair of faded, light blue shorts, a white, off the shoulder crop top and classic, white Converse. I had on few silver accessories — including my R necklace and my infinity ring. My hair was wavy and my makeup was on point but simple.

Despite me being all fleeky, my attitude is still pissy from last night.

My mother didn't make it any better by bitching about me cussing the entire ride. She was getting on my nerves. I kept giving her curt, one-worded answers and it was pissing her off.

The two of them had me too fucked up. I know some of y'all be like, "I'm disrespectful as fuck," but moms ain't a saint either. I got my attitude from her and she swears I didn't. Two alike attitudes are bound to clash and we clash faithfully.

I hate getting into it with her, but it seems inevitable. And it's always over something stupid. My mouth, my boyfriend, who's doing the dishes, why I spent said amount of money, why I've been gone so long. All dumb stuff. And my don't give a fuck attitude always makes it worse.

We low key need counseling, to be completely honest with you.

But anyway. I stopped at Starbucks when I left home and got a caramel frappuccino and now I'm pulling up at school.

I slid my glasses on my face and got out.

"Damn, she new?" Ah, you thought.

"Ion know, but shit, she fine asa bitch." Hair flip, thank you, thank you very much.

I strolled through the hallways headed towards my locker. I opened it and sat my cup up on the shelf then proceeded to get my folder and notebook. I got a pen and pencil, my headphones, made sure my phone was in my pocket, grabbed my cup then closed my locker. As I was turning to walk away, I bumped into somebody.

"I'm sorry." I say, holding out my hand to help them up.

"It's cool." He mumbled, dusting off his pants once he was standing.

I handed him his binder and helped him pick up his fallen papers. One paper was his transcript and another his schedule. "Thanks."

"No problem, Nolan." He smiled. "You're new. You're aware that we're in the final weeks of the school year right?"

"Yeah." He laughed. "Can you help me find... Ms. Lorenz's Criminology class?"

"I can, that's actually my first hour class too."

"Really?" I nodded. "What's your name?"

"Asia."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too."

We made small talk on the way to class and he sat on the opposite side of me, not in Cam's seat.

- - -

I was walking with Nolan in the courtyard as we went to sit down for lunch. I was about to sit in the grass when he placed his hoodie under me.

"Thanks." I politely smiled, even though that was kind of weird. I could've sat on the ground. It's nothing. "So tell me about you." I said as I sipped from my juice.