Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 1

Jace 6

One of the upsides to messing around with a dude like Kameron was he wasn't like most niggas my age; he was extremely self-aware and socially conscious, we wasn't one of those dudes that tried to beat you over the head with his beliefs but if you wanted to have an intelligent conversation he was the right person. But one of the downsides of messing around with a dude like Kameron was he liked to talk..... boy could he talk, most of the time it was easy for me to tune him out because he was so damn sexy but there were also times when he spoke and I had no choice but to listen. Case and point we were in the mall and I was running up his credit card not by choice most of the stuff he bought for me he picked out not just for me but for my brothers, I was starting to wonder where I was going to put most of these clothes when the cashier started flirting with me. Not only did I consider it extremely disrespectful because clearly I was with Kameron but he wasn't even my type........

"He was cute.... you should've given him your number." Kameron said as we walked through the mall. "It's not like we're doing anything and I remember what it was like to be your age, I couldn't keep my dick in my pants." Kameron said laughing.

"Sorry I don't date light brights, I only mess with dark skinned dudes......" I said and that was my mistake, Kameron didn't say anything until we got to the restaurant; but it was clear he was aggravated. "What's wrong with you?" I asked picking up the menu.

"That comment you made about not dating 'light brights' got under my skin; it's backwards as thinking like that why black people can't advance. Now don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with having a type but you don't have to put down other black people just because they aren't the right skin complexion." Kameron said calmly.

"Look it's just a sign of the times..... I hear light skinned dudes talking shyt about dark skinned dudes and vice versa; I don't see what the big deal is." I said shrugging.

"The big deal is, it's not a 'sign of the times' it's something that goes back to the days of slavery. Whitey played us against each other dark skinned versus light skinned..... and that shyt carried on through the centuries. They know the best way to keep us apart is to play us against each other, when at the end of the day in their eyes we're all niggas....." Kameron said.

"Okay that may be true but if I'm only attracted to dark skinned dudes why should I be bashed for it?" I asked.

"I'm not bashing you Jace, my issue is the fact you you felt the need to bring down a light skinned dude to raise up your preferred dark skinned dude when all you had to say was 'he's not my type'. You took things too far by calling him light bright....." Kameron said.

"Maybe I feel that dark skinned dudes and women for that matter need to be raised up a little more, you see it all the time in television, music and even in stories it's always the light skinned people getting the praise." I said.

"That's just another tool by the white man....... it's so engraved in us that we're looking for reasons to criticize each other, I'm pretty sure there are stories, movies etcertra where the dark skinned person gets praised they rightfully deserve..... All I'm saying is look at our history, we're descendants of kings and queens, Egypt was one of the first great nations in the world; her legacy still resonates with us today and all that came from blacks of all shades working together. So let's stop bringing each other down and lifting each other up." Kameron said touching my chin, I guess he had a point but I was still Team Dark Skinned......

I got dropped back off at the house and HOsiah was still here, maybe I should stop judging people based on their skin color and start judging them on how they acted, but even with this new philosophy a hoe was still a hoe and my gut was telling me next to Valentino, Josiah was the biggest hoe in the city. After I passed out the stuff that Kameron bought for everybody I was sitting in my room looking up at the ceiling.......... my mom's face dance in front of my eyes and I tried not to cry, my room was a strict 'NO TEARS ZONE' I didn't do tears so I was going to keep myself together and thankfully Rondell walked into my room to distract me.

"Oh honey..... you're not wearing that on your date with Antwan are you?" I asked looking at him.

"What's wrong with what I got on?" He asked offended but I usually gave him crap because though he taste in men was perfect, his choice in clothes made me want to cry......

"Come on Rondell, I'll get you together sweety...." I said walking with him to his room. "You know what while you're gone I'm going to reorganize your closet; we need to separate your clothes by color and season, the fact that your shoes are in a pile is an affront to my delicate nature." I said five minutes later I had the perfect outfit for Rondell, something that fit his style perfectly.

"Are you going to stand there while I get undressed?" He asked.

"Boy please I've seen you naked too many times to care at this point, but if it makes you uncomfortable I have the perfect cologne that will set this fit off perfectly." I said walking out the room, a few minutes later I walked in and Rondell was staring at himself in the mirror. "You look amazing.... now spray this on a few times and we'll go on a test run." I said and Rondell rolled his eyes but I could see he was trying not to smile, we walked downstairs and into the backyard were Carter and Valentino were playing basketball the second Carter saw Rondell he tripped and I could see lust burning in his eyes.

"Umm..... I..... umm you going somewhere...... I mean.... not that it matters..... but you look good." Carter stuttered and I knew my work here was complete. I walked back in the house and saw Josiah sitting at the dining room table and I couldn't resist telling him exactly how I felt.

"I don't like you...... that little stunt you pulled yesterday with the draws and the condom wrapper was beyond messy, now I know you and Carter got this little thing going on and that's all fine and well for now but I'm telling us this face to face; the second you go back to the hellpit you climbed out of I'm going to pull out all the stops to get those two together and you'll be nothing but a memory in the back of Carter's mind." I said looking him dead in the eyes.

"See what you fail to realize is Carter is always going to come back to me and I was just letting Ronnie know that the dude he's so in love with is also in love with me.... so you can try to play Cupid all you want but I'm telling you it won't take much for me to have Carter in my room yet again and any time I want him I can have him." Josiah said smirking. "Carter came to me not the other way around and need I remind you that had you not sent that video they wouldn't be in this situation now....." I was about to breakdown this hoe down to the white meat but before I could gather my thoughts Mr. Collins walked into the dining room and looked at me.

"Jace you're going to House Two for the night, Big John is coming to get you so pack an overnight bag." Mr. Collins said smirking.

"Bitch why do I have to leave?" I asked getting heated.

"Because you're disrespectful and I don't want to have to deal with you and your attitude tonight." Mr. Collins said and I nodded, I knew he was pissed about that comment regarding Valentino's boxers but it was the truth and if he thought that sending me to House Two was a punishment boy was he wrong, I loved it over there Donovan had some of the best weed in the city and if I played my cards right maybe I could find out some information about that hoe Josiah because something about him just didn't sit right with me and it had been a while since I've had a worthy adversary....................................

****** AUTHOR'S NOTES/ QUESTIONS ******

1) Sorry if this chapter came off as 'preachy' but someone messaged me saying that I don't have enough dark skinned dudes in my stories and if I did maybe I would have some more readers, and that ignorant ass comment pissed me off. Anyone who had been following my stories now I try to have every shade of black as my characters and yes I understand that everyone has different taste in men but it really irritates me when I get attacked for not having enough (BLANK) characters. Again sorry if this came across as 'preachy' but sometimes I use my writing as a way to vent........

2) Who should get the next two chapters Dejon or Valentino?