"Your mom's thirty percent European?" Lace asked Evander, surprised.
"Well that's what she say. But I think most black people just take DNA tests so they'd have an excuse to go around and tell everybody they part this and that," Evander replies, "looking for any reason to say that they're anything but black."
Lace chuckles.
"Really?" He says.
"yep," Evander says, holding a serious face, "if you look in the mirror and see that you brown as milk chocolate or black as tar, I see no reason to take DNA tests."
"Why? Isn't it good to know about your other heritages besides the most obvious one?" Lace asks.
Evander leans closer to Lace across the table and says, "Look, now even if I did take a DNA test, I know eighty to ninety percent of my heritage would come from Africa. At that point, I really don't give a shit about all that other garbage sayin' that I'm seven percent European or two percent Indian or Hispanic. They might as well not be there, because people go' see you you as the most obvious race anyways."
Lace shrugged. He noticed that Evander seemed to be more emptier and grumpy today. As a matter of fact Lace hasn't seen him crack a smile since yesterday.
Evander got up from the table and dumped the trash into a trash can nearby. When he placed his tray on top of the small section of the trash can and spun around, there was Betty standing in front of him. He looked at her with a blank and emotionless face, throwing his arms up saying, "What?"
She grinned, then placed both her hands on her hips.
"So, how you gonna pay your fine? You now owe me!" She exclaims, holding out her hand.
Evander rolls his eyes and says, "You don't gotta' rub it in my fuckin' face. I know I have to pay you."
As usual, just the sight of her made his blood boil. But for some reason the anger was more strong and intense this time. He's never felt this much rage by just seeing someone. Lace sat back at the table watching. He too could see that Evander appeared to be more angry than usual.
"Yup, I win once again Evan," Betty taunts.
Evander glared at her for a second, then he walked past her and headed back to the table with Lace. Betty followed, continuing with her taunting.
"You puff headed fuck! You're just a loser," She started, "That's why you need to hang with Lace everyday because he's the only friend you got. That's right, you have to pay me a hundred bucks, and you can't do a damn thing about i -"
Out of rage and with all his might, Evander spun around and pushed Betty to the ground. When she hit the floor she slid a few feet across the cafeteria, colliding into a few girls and hitting the back of her head on the floor. The group of girls screamed and quickly backed away. Betty's arrogant and bitchy face was now gone. It was replaced with fear as she stared up at Evander's menacing and angry eyes. He came close to walking over there and repeatedly kicking and stomping her while she was on the ground, but he stopped himself right away. He was already in enough trouble because of her and he didn't want to make it any worse than it was probably going to be after this.
He looked around him and saw some of the kids in the cafeteria looking at him. Others hadn't even noticed there was an incident. Betty was still staring up at him in astonishment. Bitch, he thought. When he turned around and headed back to the table again, he saw Lace standing up, eyes widened and jaws dropped. His eyes followed Evander as he took a seat back in front of him.
"Dude what the hell?!" Lace exclaimed, pointing at Betty, who was now being helped up off her feet by the girls she crashed into.
******
Surprisingly, the incident in the cafeteria didn't put him in any deeper trouble like he expected. He didn't hear anything from Mrs. Laney about it, and not a single teacher showed up at the scene when it happened. It didn't seem like it at the time but what he did to Betty got very little attention. Luckily. But throughout the rest of his classes he stayed worrying about one of his teachers receiving a phone call in the middle of their lecture and saying, Evan, Mrs. Laney wants to see you.
He didn't get anymore problems from Betty for the rest of the day either. Although he did run into her a few times, and sometimes even making direct eye contact with her, she wouldn't dare say anything. She'd just look at him with that typical cunt stare of her's then walk the other way without saying a single word.
While Evander laid across his bed completing another fraction of of Mr. Gorbs's history project, Mrs. Slain approaches the doorway. She leans against the wall with her legs crossed, placing a hand on her hip.
"Evan," she says.
Evander looked up from his history book and sees her in front of him slightly smiling. He doesn't smile back.
"Travis told me it's a fair tomorrow," Mrs. Slain starts, "and we thought it would be nice if all of us went."
Evander didn't say anything, he just stared at her, not really feeling excited about what she just said. It was weird to him because he hadn't heard about a fair coming to the city until now.
"So we goin'?" Evander asks, focusing back on his book. Mrs. Slain had hoped for a more enthusiastic reaction. Her smile grows a little wider.
"You lucky I'm letting you go after the shit you pulled at school," she says.
Evander got pissed when hearing this. He had to turn his head away from her to hide his angry grimace. I didn't do a damn thing, he thought. Every time he was reminded of the Betty situation, he became angrier.
Mrs. Slain walks over to him and kisses him on forehead before sitting on the bed beside him.
"So I guess tomorrow when you leave work we'll head out," she says, "You go' be scared to get on the rides like you always d -" Mrs. Slain stopped when Evander's dad came into the room. He looks at Evander and then sees the history book he has in his hands.
"So you up here doin' homework," Mr. Slain says, taking a seat next to Mrs. Slain on the bed.
"Yeah, I was just up here tellin' him about the fair tomorrow," says Mrs. Slain, "and about ya'll being scared to get on the rides."
Mr. Slain turns and looks at her.
"What you talkin' about? You know damn well I get on all the rides every time we go to a fair," He says.
"Now Travis you know that's a lie," Mrs. Slain says, grinning.
"No it's not. Just because Evan don't ride nothin' it don't mean I don't," says Mr. Slain.
"You and Evan both skip out on every ride every time we go!" Mrs. Slain exclaims.
Evander was about to smile, as he knew his dad was lying. Mr. Slain always preferred walking around the fair and trying out all the snacks and food rather than getting on rides.
Evander shook his head and smirked. Mrs. Slain notices this.
"See! Evan laughin', he knows you're lying!" Mrs. Slain exclaims, chuckling.
Mr. Slain smirks then glances at Evander, who he sees is also smirking.
"Okay, I see how ya'll go' do me," Mr. Slain Says, getting up off the bed, stretching and yawning, "alright Evan we leavin'. We'll let you get back to your work"
"Um excuse me?" Mrs. Slain says, "How you know I don't have anything else to say to him?"
Mr. Slain glances at Evander and says, "Don't worry - We leavin'."
"We?!" Mrs. Slain says.
Mr. Slain goes over and lifts his wife up off the edge of the bed and starts carrying her out of the room against her will. She starts laughing and struggling to escape his grasp.
"Trav, stop!" Mrs. Slain says, still laughing.
"Your silence is yours!" Mr. Slain yells, heading out the room and closing the door behind him.
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Evan
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