It's you I want. -Timothée Chalamet

Part 2. He followed

"Ringggg."

The bell rings and Elinor and I bounce.

"WE DONE WIT' SCHOOL!"

Eli shouts.

I give her a death glare as to say,

"You can't be screaming in front of these white people. They already think we un-classy."

"Last day in Howard High until the next school year."

I say while taking the knot out the tree to get my bike. Then giving Eli a side hug as to say I will miss you.

"Girl,

Eli loosens my grip on her and faces me.

"Who was that one white boy that helped you up? Y'all was havin' a whole conversation knowing damn well white motherfuckers ain't sh-."

"Girl don't even try it."

I cut off Eli.

The look on her face said it all.

She was scared of what I was going to do next.

"I'm just saying sister! He probably gon' do some to you girl! Some bad it's 1959 crying out loud. White people don't like us blacks and that's that"

Elinor says.

She's practically shouting.

We get stares all around by both black and white kids.

"Girl I understand,

I say in a hushed tone.

"But you got to realize not all white people are the same. I don't see color love, I see what's within."

"I don't see color love I see what's within."

Eli mimics me.

"Girl if you don't shut that mouth of yo's!"

Eli laughs.

"Ha, all you want is for him to go in ya huh?"

"ELI!"

I shout while playfully shoving her.

"Ya nasty."

I say as we laugh historically.

We make it to the lawn of my house.

"Eli come to my house for a little bit."

I say.

She doesn't live far from me only 2 minutes away.

"I can't I have ta' go home and take care of nana she got a cold."

Eli says.

"Okay, just make it home safe. I love you."

I say while hugging her tight.

"Visit me tomorrow if you can."

"I will."

She says while we still hug.

We let go of each other.

"Well, bye girl!"

She waves while walking away.

"Bye!"

I say while making my way to my house door.

"Hey!"

I hear someone shout as I was about to open my door.

No one is home because I usually hear
Paul Anka, "Put your head on my shoulder" blasting. While my momma screams,

"Ain't nobody gon' tell me nothin' when this song comes on WOAH!"

It most definitely wasn't Eli. It was a male voice not to deep but rather very soft like.

I turn around.

It's that boy that helped me up when I bumped into him at school.

Timothée.

"I didn't mean to follow you but I-I just wanted to talk and I heard your voice as I was trying to make my way home and I couldn't help but follow it."

If my mama, dad or any black person see this white boy standing on my lawn lord I am dead.

"Is that really why you followed me?"

I say my voice shaking.

If he's really trying to kill me I wouldn't be surprised. I mean he followed me all the way here he minus well just get it over with.

He walks closer.

I scoot back.

"I ain't dying today."

I thought.

"Stop,

He says so softly my heart melts.

"I really just want to get to know you."

"Well following me to my house isn't a very pleasant way to know somebody boy."

I say.

My southern accent coming out as strong as ever.

He looks down and smiles a little.

"Your beautiful you know that."

He says.

Silence.

I don't know what to say but stare their in shock at his beauty and the compliment I just received. Is he for real?

"Th-thank you."

I say looking down.

I'm blushing but I'm glad he can't see it.

He's blushing to now.

"I mean I can leave if that's what y-"

"No!"

I cut him off pretty much shouting.

I clear my throat to correct myself then say,

"I-I mean no. Stay. Just, you can't stay to long because my family are going to be home soon probably in a hour or two.

I say while opening the door and gesturing for him to come in.

As he was about to walk in I stop him and close the space between us by going close to his face.

"Just don't try anything stupid or you a dead man ya' hear me?"

I threaten.

"I hear you loud and clear ma'am."

Timothée says while looking at my lips and licking his.

"Good, now come in."

I say.

"And let's talk."