Zebrahead (interracial)

an unwanted Georgia

If I had a dollar for every time Daniel has stood me up in the past two months or so, I'd be the richest girl in Leatherwood without a doubt.

What is going on with him, anyway?

I tried talking to him, and he usually just laughs it off and tells me that I'm worrying too much.

I tried asking around his family, but they are just as puzzled over this new Daniel than I am.

The sex isn't working anymore. I mean, I know how far more less experienced Daniel is compared to me, but everything that I did used to excite him. Yet, now, he constantly recited the same excuses.

"I'm sorry. I can't baby girl."

And one I'm sure has become his personal favorite:

"I'm too tired. I should be getting home now." And barely kissing me on the cheek, leaving me to marinate in my own stupidity and anger.

"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong! Is it me?" I said, finally having him to myself after not seeing him for nearly a week.

He placed his hand in mine firmly, weakening me slightly.

"Georgia, it's not you. Why would it be your fault? I told you, I'm just going through some things."

"Yeah yeah, bet you are." I thought suspiciously.

Silence pierced the air for a moment before I broke it. "Are you seeing someone else?"

His face flushed a hot pink and I knew I was getting somewhere.

"Why won't you just drop this, Georgia?"

"Why won't you just answer my question, Daniel?"

He abruptly got up, looking down at me angrily, narrowing those pretty eyes of his at me.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" He shouted.

"I want the truth!" Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes at his sudden anger.

"You want the truth? Fine. I'm in love with someone else. Crazy, mad, stupidly in love with her, Georgia. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner."

Boy, did the tears fall after hearing that.

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Sometimes in life, the things you really need to say slip through your lips without warning.

This was my problem now.

I didn't want to hurt Georgia, that's the truth. But someone had to in the end and it was not going to be Brenda in this case.

Brenda and I talked until the wee hours of the morning, in my car at a deserted field. The car still had its original new car smell, but it was also intertwined with the smell of Brenda, and that drove me wild.

I had told her I was in love with her, and she just smiled, as she usually did. After all the "I love you's" I've confessed, not once had she said it back, and I was beginning to worry. Until I heard her, barely a whisper, say it back.

Hearing her, but wanting to make sure my ears were not deceiving me, I asked to repeat what she said.

Grabbing my hand and turning to face me in the passenger seat, she did.

"Daniel, I love you."

Never has my heart sped at the rate it was going. Ever. This girl was doing things to me, giving me all sorts of out of body experiences.

I put her round face between my hands, and kissed her gently, then needing lot at first. With each second the kiss was held, more passion was encased within it.

Sliding her to the drivers side, Brenda placed herself in my lap, and locked her legs around my torso.

I never had a want for anyone as much as I did for her in this moment.

I pushed her against the steering wheel, inching my hand up her top , coming in contact with her beautiful...

The horn of my car sounded off, and we both jumped. Brenda looked at me, and bursted into laughter, kissed me once more and adjusted her clothing. I watched painfully as she eased back into the passenger side.

"Maybe next time." She said, blinking her eyes.

That was only last night, and now I'm stuck here today with Georgia wishing I could be in that moment with Brenda again.

"You know, when I first heard some of the girls saying that they saw you around town with some girl, I didn't believe it. Because after all, you said you loved me." She said bitterly, crossing her arms.

"Then there were other rumors about her being a colored girl and whatnot, so I knew that it was all just nonsense."

The look on my face must have gave me away, sentencing me to the backlash of Georgi Peacock.

"Daniel... Don't tell me you're leaving me for a nigga girl?"

I stood in silence, pursing my lips. She jumped, tears streaming, with her face flushed and nostrils flared.

"Just who in the hell do you think you are? You think I'm just gonna let you walk out on me for some black whore?!"

She roughly smacked her hands on my chest, leaving them there, and looking me in the eyes.

Suddenly I became annoyed. Her voice, her desperation, everything about her was ugly.

I threw her hands off of me. "Don't talk about her like that. And if anything, Georgia, you'd be the one to know exactly what it's like to be a whore."

smack!

"Don't you ever disrespect me like that again! How could you do this to me? To us? My brother was always right. Good for nothing,ungrateful! Just look at me! And you're giving this up for some coon?You are so pitiful. I just hate I found it out this late."

Okay,so maybe I deserved that. But then again, maybe I didn't.

I pressed my hand against my face, heated. Making my way towards the door, but not leaving until I got the last word.

"Oh and Georgia?"

She looked up at me, her eyes still blurry with tears and other mixed emotions.

"She didn't put out as easily as you did. Well, actually she didn't put out at all. But I guess no one will ever mount to you, huh? I'll stay pitiful, and you'll stay away from me. Okay?"

I walked away, not caring to check on her even when I heard her slam a vase against the wall.