Black Power |An Interracial Eminem Fanfiction|

~Seven~

{I wasn't originally going to upload this today but since I felt shlitty bc I haven't updated recently or today at least. So enjoy bc I'm quite sure you will. }

Ajala went home that night and blasted her boom box with the decade's earliest hot tunes. She took an extra lengthy shower, shaving her chunky calves and arms. She applied an apple scented body wash to her rag and washed her body that way.

She wet her more frizzy than curly,shoulder length locks and stepped onto her rubber bathmat that separated the plastic tile floor from the shower. Ajala's clothes, which were already laid out over her toilet, were grabbed and forced onto her body. A hot pink tank top with accentuated her massive breasts and minimized her pouchy stomach was tucked into a high waisted black tutu. She slid on some white fish net arm gloves just for extra effect and teased out her hair to new heights.

She stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of inky chucks which caused Thomasine-Jane, who walked by with a raggedy, African doll by her puffy tufts of hair, to promptly smirk and roll her dark eyes. Ajala raspberried her just as promptly. Just on time, Faith beeped inside her pale blue vehicle, the scratch prominent in the lightness.

Her mother, Yonuiqe, cooked okra and beans over the twenty year old stove on low heat. She looked over with a slight smile at Ajala-Leigh. If likeliness in mother and daughter was a deciding factor in life, Yonuiqe and Ajala would be at the loosing ends. Yonuiqe, who's body has endured years of pot smoking, child birth and wear had withered her down to a spindly, wrinkled short woman. Ajala saw her mother at her age and shuddered at the thought of using drugs.

"Where ya goin', Ajala-Leigh?" Yonuiqe inquired lightly.

"Faith's house to study for a test, ma'am." Ajala lied and her mother nodded. Ajala ran outside through the front door. Faith pushed open the door to her car as Aj slammed in.

They drove away as Faith turned up "Fight the Power" by Public Enemy, which was in the mixtape CD she had in the car.

"So, just who's going to be here?" Ajala asked as she settles back into the seat. She looked as Faith and she looked completely different than Ajala had ever seen her. Her hair was straightened, something they vowed against. And it made her angry and jealous at the same time.

The luscious river of cocoa brown flowed down to her lower back. She was wearing eyeliner, heavy mascara and red lipstick as lipstick. As an outfit, she wore a skimpy red and evergreen plaid skirt and a cropped sable Beastie Boys t-shirt with a pair of leather black heels. Her figure looked more balanced and curvy as opposed to Ajala, who suddenly felt like a kid next of Faith.

"Who knows. It's gonna be fun and your first party of the year!" Faith cheered and Ajala sunk back into her seat, wishing for the life of her that she had an XXXL sweatshirt to cover her embarrassing outfit.

They pulled up to this suspicious looking house with an overload of cars on the lawn and on the curb. Faith parked it on the lawn in between a 1975 Escort and a 1989 Convertible.

The girls got out, walked across the lawn and knocked on the door. Shortly afterwards, the black boy with dreds and big sweatshirts that Ajala saw hanging out with Marshall all those weeks ago answered the door. She wanted to smack herself for coming with Faith.

"Aye! C'mon in, boo." Dreds said and she walked in. Ajala did not wait for him to approve of her as she stepped in quickly with her friend.

Faith walked straight to a card table with copious amounts of alcohol. She took a cup took in the party.

Dreds came up to Faith and soon after they started talking. Ajala observed like a nature documenter as Faith and Dreds danced on the dance floor, Dreds holding onto her hips as they laughed together. Once again, Ajala was shoved into a corner while her more beautiful, shapely friend got another date.

"Aye, psst." Someone whispered as she stood awkwardly by the table.

"Um, yes." She said turning. She locked eyes with Marshall, there was no mistaking it. Those big blue eyes, that chiseled facial structure and that coiffed brunette hair gave it away. He did not seem to recognize Ajala, though, seeing as how he was to talking her.

"Wanna bounce? I know this ill new restaurant in the 'hood."

She was resenting him and angry with him for the color of his melanin lacking skin. But at the same time, what did she have to give up? Absolutely nothing.

"Don't you know me? I'm Ajala, lunch detention." She said, puffing up her face for extra effect. A flicker of realization hit his face as the strangest thing happened.

"Oh, well, you still wanna go?"

"You ain't mad at me for all the stuff-" She began.

"I keep past shlit in the mother fugging past. Now let's fugging bounce." Marshall finished as him and Ajala snuck outside the party. Leaving those feelings of anger and ugly behind.