It's not always Black and White.
Two potential lovers, who never realised how much they needed each other until they met.
Bea, a black girl in a predominantly white school, believes that no one will love her and treat her as she should be treated be...
I blinked as the sunlight pierced through my curtains, rudely reminding me that the world was still spinning, despite my night with Josh.
Ah, yes, Josh—my not-so-secret-anymore lover. I couldn't help but grin at the memory of our night, but that grin quickly dissolved into guilt. I have been keeping this relationship from my friends, and it was time to spill the beans to someone...
After splashing some water on my face, I decided to text Jess and invite her over. Jess and I had been best friends since we were knee-high to grasshoppers.
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Our parents were close friends, and they always said we were destined to be friends since birth. And to top it off, Jess was drop-dead gorgeous, which sometimes made me wonder how I managed to keep up. However, her beauty wasn't just skin deep; she had a knack for giving spot-on advice.
Within minutes, Jess arrived, and as always, she looked like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine while I resembled someone who got caught in a windstorm.
"Hey, gorgeous!" I greeted her, trying not to feel too self-conscious about my appearance.
"Hey, beautiful!" Jess replied, pulling me into a warm embrace. "What's the emergency? You sounded urgent on the phone."
"Oh, it's not really an emergency, but there's something I need to tell you," I said, leading her to the living room where we plopped down on the sofa. "Remember how I told you about that guy, Josh?"
Her eyes widened with interest. "Oh, yes, the mysterious Josh! What about him?"
"Well, you see," I started, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, "We've been secretly seeing each other."
"Bea!" Jess exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I don't know. It just sort of happened, and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. But now I feel guilty for not sharing it with you and the rest of my friends," I confessed.
"Don't beat yourself up about it, Bea. You're entitled to some secrets," Jess reassured me. "But you should tell them eventually. They'll understand."
I sighed in relief, grateful for her understanding. "You're right, as always. Thanks, Jess."
"No problem, sweetie. Now spill the details! How was last night?" she teased, winking playfully.
I blushed, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. "Oh, it was amazing, Jess. But you know, it's more than just a fling. I really like him."
She gave me an encouraging smile. "Well, then, Bea, if you're happy, I'm happy for you. But remember, communication is key in any relationship. So, spill the beans to the rest of the girls soon, okay?"
"Deal," I replied, feeling a weight lifted off my shoulders. "Now, enough about me. Tell me about your love life. Any handsome suitors knocking at your door?"
