I'm your secret."
"Secrets are good."
I rolled my eyes, pushing his hands away. "No, they're not."
"You're my boy," Percy said, and before I could stand, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me between his legs. His breath brushed against my...
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Percy
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"Is he only into me because I'm black?"
So when this white boy gave me attention I basked in it. He worshipped me in secret behind closed bedroom doors. So when this boy told me I was pretty, I swallowed his words. They stuck to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter. He kissed my feet as though I was a god, yes in his eyes I was one, I had power over him, over a white boy. But that power only got me so much of him it was a cruel reminder that I could never be above him, always below. I felt broken. The power I had was an illusion. I was just a boy. Not a god, and he was the one that held power over me. I wanted to be loved, but all I got was a fleeting moment of admiration.
