Shepards Queen - Tim Shepard Fanfic- DISCONTINUED

Chapter 23- The Night PT 1

North ran her slender fingers, all across the pink and white cotton comforter, while the radio, that's
located, on her white pine wood, four drawers vanity dresser, that have a large width and height. It also have, a stunning trifold wing design; subtly playing in the back ground. She squeezed her pillow,
while ccurling in a ball.

North lower lip was trembling, as her eyes welled up. It was difficult, for North to see out. But North could already imagine, what she look like right now. And it isn't cute neither. Sitting alone- on a Friday night, pissed off your brother and your mom, and then,
rejected by your crush.

It's too much right now.

While more tears came out, more bad thoughts, came too. With the last of her strength, North choked back another sad sob, while she'd rolled onto her right side, staring at the window.

I'm such a idiot.

A stupid idiot.

I should've known better.

North felt miserable.

North looked miserable

North IS miserable.

She was over this redneck town, her judgement school, her family ways, Michael problack criticism, and Tim Shepard cold nature. It's like, everyone wanted to crap on North.

But let's start from the beginning.

" Hey Michael, can I talk to you?" North asked, walking up to him at his lockers.

" Sure North." Michael said, swinging his bookish around his shoulder.

North sighed. " Look, I know girls, usually don't do this, but I have to be honest with you." " Michael, I like you. Alot. I have since, I first got into this school. So maybe you an me could get a shake. Just us."

Michael pressed his lips together.

" North, you're cool. But I can't be with a girl like you." Michael said.

" A girl like me?" North asked.

" Look, I can't date a girl, who ain't down." Michael said, closing his locker. " You walk round in these name brands clothes, an think you're better than all of us."

North squinted her eyes.

" Better than who?"

" Everyone who's black. Kenya, Tracey, Ja-"

North cut him off. " I never shited on Kenya or Tracey." She yelled.

Michael rolled his eyes, smacking his lips. " North you think, you're accepted in their world. When you ain't. I'm part of the African American Youth Society, I have a reputation to uphold. I can't bring some uppity wanna be white girl wit me."

( I can't believe, he's saying this)

" Hold up, because I'm fortunate enough to wear high ends clothes, thanks to my dad investments. I'm no longer black enough?" North ask," What does that even mean?"

Michael nose flared.

" It means, I can't date you. What are you gona wear a Chanel dress wit Gucci high heels, when you go an meet my folks? Plus, you got that fake hair in your head too."

North angrily marched in front of Michael.

" First of all, I can't do whatever I want wit my hair. Second, I refuse to feel bad, over my daddy family wealth. They worked their ass off,
for the stuff they have? And third, if I wanna wear Chanel, that's my business- not yours."

" 'nother lost Negro. An one more thing, I'm datin Tracey. At least, I can bring her round. Sides, go on keep makin yaself look like a fool over that white boy."
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" North, what's wrong?" Kathy asked, with a cigarette between her thin lips.

" I'm fine." North replied dryly.

Kathy raised a eyebrow. " Are you sure? You don't sound it?"

" I said I'm fine, so leave me be." North growled, reaching over to grab her Cola.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

" She trying to help." West said.

" I don't want help. Can I have that? Or is that a problem too?"

" Don't take yer anger out on me, cause things didn't work out wit Tim. When I told your stubborn ass, he ain't the one you want."

Kathy glanced over at North.

" Tim? North, is this over a boy? Oh hunny, what happen?" Kathy questioned.

That's when North jerked out of her chair.

" I'm not havin this conversation wit y'all!" North growled. " And West, you're a ass."

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" Hey North it's West. Can we talk please?" West whispered. " If you don't answer, I'll stand outside an sing Righteous Brothers. And you know, I will."

Fuck!.....

North rolled her eyes, getting out of bed, tip toeing to the door. She opened the bedroom door, seeing West dressed in his usual greaser garb. A black leather jacket, over a white T-shirt, denim blue jeans, and black boots. His dark brown hair was greased straight back.

" What do you want? Thought up more shit to say?" North snarled, walking back into her room.

" Yea, I personally wrote it down, so I wouldn't forget it." West said sarcastically.

" Fine. Say it and get out!" North demanded, dropping on her bed.
" I mean it. I don't care no more."

West narrowed his eyes at North, awhile pinching the bridge of his nose frustrated.

" Ok, is it that time of month? Cuz you are actin more melodramatic than fuckin usual!" West told. " I don't get it, you're mopin around here, like, Tim Shepard is the only single cat in this damn town?"

" See that's how much you know! I'm not moping around cause of Tim! You don't get it." She yelled, falling back on her bed.

" Make me get it!" West shouted.

North hesitated for a second, and sat up facing West, exposing her salty clear tears. She bit her lip.

" It's not fair West. How can I not be black enough!" North shouted. " He said, he have a reputation to uphold in the AAYS and can't date a uppity Negro? Then, he had the nerve, to tell me, I wanna be white, that's why I got on fake straight hair. And what really, hit the nail on the coffin, Michael an Tracey are dating. And she know I liked Michael- well I did. But it's still wrong of Tracey, to back stab me." " I never had this issue back in Atlanta." North vented." What does this means?"

West stared at north, showing no emotion, then grabbing her wrist, pulling her off the bed.

" It means, we're goin the ribbon North."