Beck's POV
I kept thinking about the kiss I shared with Milan, it replayed over and over into my head. How soft her lips felt against mine, how we moved in sync. It was going perfect until Oliver wanted to be nosy and interrupt. She banged on the door until I opened it up. When Milan left she questioned me and threatened to tell my parents.
I didn't really care what she did, because she was starting to get on my nerves. I knew since my parents had set us up she was going to be a pain in the ass. I had to lie over and over every single day. At first I did love her and had developed feelings for her but after a while she became too overbearing. I no longer wanted to marry her like my parents wished.
When Milan came along I just became distant and disliked her even more. When she spat racial slurs at Milan that's when I knew I was over her. I don't think anyone should be criticized because of their background.
Just because I'm white doesn't mean I'm racist like some of the asshole policemen that have all white people labeled as undercover KKK members and racist freaks. I loved someone for who they were inside not the outside.
Not all black people were gangsters and thugs. Not all Mexicans are immigrants, smooching off of Americans. Not Asians are good at math and I know they certainly do not eat their pets. The stereotypes in America was unbelievable and downright wrong. It basically said that white people are superior, when we aren't because we copy everything from other cultures. Some of us know how to season our food, some white girls have ass.
I groaned, heading down the stairs, completely annoyed with myself for overthinking.
"Hey, bud." My dad greeted me. I nodded at him as I headed to the kitchen, where I knew my mother was. He followed behind me, chewing loudly on an apple.
"Hey, Beck. I just got off of the phone with Oliver." I rolled my eyes at the news. "She told me that she thinks you kissed Milan last night. What are you doing?" Fury was clear in her eyes.
"Mom, I don't want to marry her. She's a controlling bitch." I hissed, before sitting down.
"Watch your language young man," he intervened. "We need this money from her parents. After you two get married you can get an alimony."
"Alimony for what? I'm sure I know everything about her. What can she possibly not be telling me?"
"Listen, here. I don't want you hanging with that nigger, okay?" Suddenly, I was outraged with the term my mom had used to call Milan. How dare she call her that when Milan's parents are her best friends and they're black themselves?
"What did you just say?"
"Don't hang with her. We need that money."
"Now, listen honey. Did you forget that her parents are our closest friends and we love them dearly? If you can call their child that name, you certainly think about them the same way." I agreed with my father, at least he had some sense.
"But, dear we need the money." She exaggerated the need.
"I don't think we need the money that much if you're going to degrade them and put your needs over our son's happiness. I will call the wedding off and you can find a way to get the money." He said and stormed out.
"Mom, I never expected to hear something like this come out of your mouth. You're a wicked person and I'm glad I realized it soon. The bible says, 'The love for money is the root of all evil.'" I quoted, before I left the room myself.
I headed on upstairs and realized Oliver had sent me a few messages.
7:41 - we need 2 talk now!!!
7:41 - plz i need u right now :(
7:42 - r u with that dumb bitch????
7:42 - ANSWER ME!
7:49 - watevz just meet me @ the park at 8:15
By the time I had checked my phone it was already 8:07. I guess, I as going to be late to the little meeting she had set up for us. I had grabbed my keys and scurried to my car to drive to the park. I didn't want to stand her up with all the dangerous men that lurked at night at this park. This world was certainly not getting any better and we needed to pray for it to change.
I had rushed to the park and parked my car. When I had finished that I began to walk around until I found her. When I got there she was sitting on a swing, just swinging like she had no care in the world. I walked up to her and sat down on the swing beside her.
"Why did you want to meet up so late?" I asked.
"I have something to tell you and I want to be able to still date you after this. I hope this doesn't change our relationship." She sighed.
"Well, what is it?" I kicked the sand and began to swing lowly.
"You know, I'm like every girl. When I was young I hung out with boys and I kind of changed a bit, when I met Oliver. I actually liked her, more than a friend. But, she thought my love for her was a sister love. I gave up on trying to be with her and when our parents got married, I knew we couldn't be together. So, I tried to ruin her because she had hurt me."
I nodded my head, indicating that I was listening.
"When my parents told me we were getting married I hoped you would love me flaws and all. I loved your body and I loved everything about men. I got so interested in boys, that I came to a conclusion that I wanted to be a boy too."
What the fuck?
"I'm transitioning into a boy and I'm going to be changing my vagina into a penis."
I felt my stomach churn at the news she was telling me. I could never find myself dating a guy, even though she was a girl. The fact that she wanted to turn into a male and have the same reproductive parts had grossed me out.
"You expect to be okay with this?"
She nodded, "I mean, you love me. You'd still be there for me even through this."
"I'm sorry, but I am not going to be having a penis shoved into me just because you want to change from what God made you as. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to continue this relationship if that's that you're doing."
"Why not?" Her voice cracked.
"I like pussy, not dick." I said, before I stormed off. Leaving her on the swings, staring at me as I left.
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