~Clayton's POV~
I stand in the bathroom, holding a a towel full of ice over Trinity's face. She sits on the bathroom counter and I stand between her legs.
"You should put some mustard on these burns."
She scoffs and looks at me disgusted. "Mustard? Who do you think I am? I'm not putting condiments on my face! I'm a human, not a hotdog."
"Well it would actually help. My grandmother used to do it all the time." I smile a little at the thought of my grandmother. I need to go visit her soon.
"We aren't at granny's house. We're trying to fix my face."
I sigh and take the towel off her face. It doesn't look that bad, but her face is really red and splotchy. I open the medicine cabinet. I grab the container of Vaseline. I open it and rub it gently over the spots that are the reddest.
"There you go. You're all better now." I help her off the counter and she gives me a kiss on the lips. My body stiffens at her touch. She smiles, oblivious to my reluctance. I walk back into my bedroom and get in bed. Only a little past five. I sigh and close my eyes, trying to catch at least another hour before work.
Trinity slides in next to me. She cuddles up to me. I put my arms around her. I feel her hand slip lower from it's spot on my stomach. She brings her lips to mines causing me to shoot my eyes open. I roughly push her off of me causing her to fall onto the floor with a thud.
I get up out of the bed. She gets up off of the floor.
"What the hell Clayton! Why did you do that?"
I just look at her, not saying anything.
"It's Blakely isn't it. You don't want to touch me now that she is back."
I look at her blankly, a sudden rage forming inside of me. "Get out." I speak coldly through gritted teeth as I point down the hall towards the front door.
She walks over to me and slaps me hard across the face. She turns and heads for the door. It takes all I have to not go after her and beat the crap out of her. I let out a deep breath as I hear the door slam. I slowly get back into bed and close my eyes, ready to finally go to sleep.
~Mason's POV~
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I tiredly wipe the sleep from my eyes and stand up off of the couch. I stretch my arms out and grimace as my back pops. Never again will I sleep on this couch. I groan and look around the living room for Blakely. I walk back towards her bedroom and I hear water running. Oh my god! Not again!
I run into the bathroom to find Blakely fully naked... taking a shower. She turns around and looks at me, giving me a full view of her body. Her eyes go wide and she tries to cover her body. It's a little too late for that now, I've already seen it all now.
"Oh my god! Mason! Get out!"
I slowly walk out of the bathroom. I usually would have felt different down under, if you know what I mean. But I actually feel somewhat disgusted. I've seen Blakely naked a few times before and I can easily say she had a nice body. Curves in all the right places. But now, she looks sickening. No meat on her whatsoever. She looks like she's anorexic or bulimic. Maybe she is, I honestly don't know.
I go into the kitchen and open the fridge looking for food. I've been going grocery shopping for her so nothing got spoiled. I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down on the couch eating it.
YOU ARE READING
Gray: An Interracial Story
Novela JuvenilBlakely Stone is a 20 year old black girl who lives in a New York apartment with her best friend Trinity. One day while working at the café the most beautiful man she's seen before takes an interest in her. They end up being a couple and everythin...