Just Another Temporary [ Interracial \ BWWM ]

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*please feel free to comment and vote :). sorry if I'm a little rusty, this is one of the first things I've written in a long while >.<*

In an attempt to calm myself, I take several deep breaths after leaving my English class, following a much heated yet trivial debate.

A stupid fuck of a person had the audacity to ask me why I thought it to be a social disadvantage of being black. As it was appropriately used in my essay relating to stereotypes and stigmas, it was redundant for her to question me. I had to explain to the imbecile that not only was I very much proud of who I am culturally speaking, but that I can't step outside of my safety blanket without being judged solely on the pigment of my skin by none other than... society.

So, to say I'm slightly irritated would be an understatement if there ever was one.

Frustratingly jamming my key into the lock on dorm room 112, I'm even more peeved by what sits behind it. As usual my roommate, Teana, decides to have company without informing me.

"Hey, girl," Teana says cheerily. "This is Aniya, Marcus, and Tristan," she points to the respective person.

I take special note of Tristan, who's sitting casually at my desk. With a blank expression I scan those on the opposite side, and then there's him. His jet black hair and pale grey eyes catch my attention briefly and I look back to the side with everyone else.

"Hi," I smile for a fraction of a second.

"Guys, this is my roommate Kari."

"Am I in your desk? I'm sorry." Tristan gets up and I turn around back towards the door.

"You leaving already?" Teana asks desperately.

"Yep," I nod, turning the knob once more.

Shutting the door behind me with my bag still in tow I head towards the cafeteria.

The unlimited ice cream bar whispers out to me and all I can taste is the rich and creamy vanilla and rainbow sprinkles on my tongue. I grab a bowl and start scooping.

"Hey, Kari."

I turn to my left to see Lauren, a girl I met awhile back in group therapy.

"Hey," I smile.

"Sooo, whatcha up to?" She has a mischievous grin on her face.

I point firmly to the ice cream.

"Right," she gives me a forced laugh. "So I was just wondering if you would like to write an article for the paper."

"About?" I ask, dropping small delicious chips of chocolate into my bowl.

"Your choice."

"Ice cream."

"Okay, sure, yeah. Just come by the newsroom tomorrow afternoon and we'll get started." With pep in her step and a permanent grin painting her face, I wish for just a quarter of a second that I could be like that.

Instead, I seek out the most isolated booth to enjoy my treat at 11am. I'm fine with this, honestly.

When I realize it's getting closer to 12, time for my second dose of the day, I clean up my mess and head back to the housing quarters.

I unlock the door once more and still, I'm greeted by the same four people. This time though, no one's near my desk and bed area. They stop their group laughter and chatter when they see me.

Holding my hand up I say, "By all means, continue."

Under my lofted bed I open my top nightstand drawer which is scattered with prescription notes, empty pill bottles, and pamphlets. As covertly as possible I slip one of the latest pills I'm testing out into the palm of my hand, grabbing a bottle of water from the case of 32.