Beliefs (Interracial Teen Story)

Johnny

       Two Months Later

Azalea was actually different than Johnny thought she would be, and really pretty cool.

They had become friends right away, and Johnny had found himself trusting Azalea with all his darkest secrets. She laughed when he told her about  Lucile, and was silent when he told her about his Father's death.

But whenever Johnny asked her about her past or why she moved to Mississippi, she got defensive.

"Don't worry about that," She snapped one day when the question was asked.

She was also able to steer clear of Wes, mostly because he barely came over due to his new girlfriend, Mary.

"So, you plannin'  on goin to college?" Johnny asked randomly one day as Azalea folded his clothes. He layed back on the bed watching her, his hands behind his head.

"Me? Nah. I wanna  move back to Chicago and build a community center for poor kids," she replied absentmindedly.

"Well you need an education for that," Johnny scoffed tossing a pillow at Azalea's head. "Hey! I just made this bed!"

She lunged at him, grabbing the pillow and knocking him over the head. Johnny laughed and flipped Azalea over, tickling her, something she hated.

"Stop!Stop!" She managed to yelp between gasps for air and forced laughing.

"Say Johnny's wonderful and very handsome," he laughed.

She was crying from laughter now.

"JOHNNY'SWONDERFULANDVERYHANDSOME!" She cried.

Finally, he stopped and rolled back over like nothing happened. Azalea collapsed on the floor.

"You......Jerk......" She gasped.

"Don't you have work to be done?" Johnny asked.

Azalea stood up. "I'll get you in your sleep." she said wiping tears from her eyes.

"Right...." Johnny stated sarcastically smiling to himself.

Suddenly the door to Johnny's room burst open and in walked....... Wes.

"Hey man you missed--- well, well, well." Wes's eyes immediately turned angry as they landed on  Azalea. Johnny stood up and Azalea grabbed a nearby umbrella and held it defensively.

Wes laughed. "Nigga. You real bold. But you gone have to put that umbrella down and take this beatin'."

Azalea gripped the umbrella tighter. "I'm sorry, but if you hit me, you're going to get KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!" She tossed the umbrella in the air and switched sides so that the hard handle part was turned towards Wes.  This girl was crazy.

Wes backed away a little but wasn't giving up.

"You wanna raise your voice? Fine. PUT THE FUCKING UMBRELLA DOWN!"

Good thing my mom's not home, Johnny thought.

"ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME?" Azalea inched toward Wes with a crazed look in her eyes.

Johnny finally decided to intervene. "Azalea! Calm down! Don't do something you'll regret."

"Well then tell your friend to leave please," She replied suddenly calm.

Johnny looked over at Wes, who had pure hatred in his eyes." Wes... Now is not a good time."

Wes seethed with anger. "Why the hell is she here anyway?" Wes asked.

"She's our maid," Johnny replied.

"You know what Johnny? FUCK YOU,  AND YOUR MAID!"

With that, Wes stormed out, slamming every door behind him.