So Tell Me (Interracial Story)

Chapter Seven

So Tell Me Copyright © 2014 All rights reserved TotheStarsandBeyond

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Analyzing the red, lacy piece of cloth, I quickly realize what I was holding and flick it out of my hand. Cringing, I walk back into my bathroom and wash my hands once more. Actually, the correct term would be scrub. I scrubbed my hands until I felt the germs from the thong vanish.

Questions erupted into my brain. Why was there a red thong in Jason's hoodie? Why'd he wear it to school if he knew the thong was there? Who did it belong to? Were they clean?

Frankly, I didn't care if they were clean or not. I'm not touching that thong without gloves on.

I scrunch my nose as if I had smelled something foul and skip down the stairs.

John had set the plates on the small table that occupied my kitchen. It was small, only able to hold four guests. With only three females in the house, my mother didn't think she should spend money on a lavish dining room table. In replacement to having an actual dining room, we had a small gaming room.

It was neat though and consisted of a Play Station 4, a closet-like area for snacks, two medium sized plush couches and a shelf stacked with games. I came up with the idea when my mom didn't know what to do with the room. I'm a bit of a gamer. And let's just say, none of us regret the decision.

Gliding over to the table, I inhale the glorious smell of the spaghetti. Layering the spaghetti was a reddish sauce mixed in with seasoning and spices, as I could tell.

"Sit down, please." John attempted a fake Italian accent. I smiled and placed my bum in the chair.

John lowered himself in the chair opposite of mine. "Are you going to poison me?" I playfully asked.

"Guess you're going to have to taste it to find out," he smirked, knowingly.

"If you do and I die, I will come back and haunt you," I picked up my fork and twirled the spaghetti. It looked and smelled so good. My stomach growled, telling me to shove it in my mouth. Hey, I wasn't going to refuse.

I eagerly plopped it in my mouth, tasting the savory, sweet yet bold and rich flavor of the sauce John made. I moaned in delight and satisfaction.

John let a small laugh escape his lips. I looked up to see him staring. Was he looking at me as I ate? "What?"

"You like?" His mostly green irises glisten. His facial features lightened, as if pleased.

"I do," I stated truly. I loved the way my mom cooked, but John, I think, has outdone her. This was marvelous.

"Good," he said before eating from his own plate.

I'm about to make love to this spaghetti dish, no joke.

Midway through the meal, my mom waltzed in with my baby sister by her side. "What smells so pleasant?"

I had just put the last of the spaghetti in my mouth. "John made spaghetti and it tastes..." when I realized I was talking with my mouth full, I shut it and chewed. "amazing!"

John laughed at the compliment while my mom smiled. "I hope you guys saved me some," I was kind of surprised she didn't question Johns presence in our house. Nonetheless, I kept quiet of my thoughts.

"Me too!" Crystal yelped, bouncing up and down, her pigtails traveling with her. A bright, big smile took over her face and her soft caramel skin tone seemed to glow. She looked beautiful.

"Of course. There's plenty for you two." John assured. He got up, took his plate and then offered to take mine. I gave it to him.

"What a gentleman," my mom whispered in my ear as she took a seat in the chair John had just been sitting in.