Black Woman Preferences & Imagines

Don't Dance With The Enemy (Black Love: 1#)

(This is my first black love one)

Huey Freeman ~ The Boondocks
You are 17 and Huey is 17.

"Look another stupid black, ghetto girl" A random white girl muttered as she walked past you. All these comments that white people mutter, that they say to you and others black people. You get used it after awhile. It hard knowing that you will never accept no matter how many things they steal from your culture and put a new label on it. You ignored it, trying to keep your focus on the book you were reading. Reading the same white strong female leader books, as those are mostly all the books these days.

The ones with black girls are usually interracial, they also insult black love and black males to their advantage. I loved the ones that promote interracial and black love dating, that's my shit tho. Suddenly my book was snatched out of my hands, I looked up to notice one of the jocks. Matthew, I think. White male, that had good facial qualities. But he was like most, a white boy who tried to be black or he was trying to fit in with black crowd.

Matthew flirted, "Hey, chocolate. Would you mind if I take a bite? Maybe on the night of Homecoming?"

"I would appreciate if you would leave me alone, because I have no time for useless, airheads like you." I retorted as I tried to reach my book before he moved it high. Honestly, people think the best compliment for a black girl is chocolate or some other type of brown food. I'll slap the shit out of another person who says that to me.

"Aren't you a feisty?" He teased as all his friends laughed. I picked up all my books from the table. I started to move away from the group of idiots before he yelled out to me:

"You're forgetting your book, baby"

I continued walking till I was out of site. I was not watching where I was going. Those obnoxious, annoy, narcissistic, attention seeker, players, white bra-

I slammed straight into a chest because of the impact stagger backwards. Before I fell a muscly hand grabbed my hand helping me. I looked up to see a tall, light-skin man with a huge Afro.

"Thank you" I said.

"I heard about the incident with Matt" he said while looking down at me, since he was the tall. "I'm Huey Freeman"

"Y/N Y/L/N"

I heard Matt shout at me, while his friends snigger in the background. "You didn't give me an answer to my question, babe."

"My answer is no. I will not be dancing with the enemy." I said. Huey gave me a small smile, before walking off. I didn't know a crush could be formed just by a small smile and a huge afro.