Don't Judge (Interracial)

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    Chapter 1    

 "Every champion was once a contender that refused to give up."           

  -Rocky Balboa

 Walking into the library, I smile at the librarians as they greet me. The library is one of my favorite places to be because I love books. Reading takes me away from all the pressures in my life. As I turn the corner to where the study booths are, I'm not surprised he's not here. Shaking my head, I sit in the chair facing the closed door waiting for him. About an hour later, he comes waltzing in with a smirk on his face and nothing in his hands to even try to study.

 "You're late." In a monotone voice, I point out.

 "I had things to do." He laughs looking away then back at me. "What are you going to cry, Princess?"

 "An ignorant boy like yourself will never make me cry I'm just disappointed. You think this a joke? That I'm here only for you? I'm here because I need to service hours to graduate and you are here because your grades suck, you are lazy, and you need to graduate."

 "Well, Miss High and Mighty, get used to being disappointed. Sorry I don't fit into your perfect life." Breathing in and out, I try not to blow a fuse. "Are you ready to get started?"

 "I guess, Princess."

 "You can borrow my laptop since you didn't bring anything and I didn't expect you to any way."

 Sliding it to him, he starts laughing. "You're dating a white boy? This just keeps getting better. Damn they partnered me with a sell out. Let me guess his parents own most of the state and your parents love him. Pathetic."

 Tensing my jaw, I keep a handle on my anger because him mentioning my parents is making me upset. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

 "If you would go to the website I have up in the other tab, there is a chapter of your vocab words." Pulling the same things up on my IPad, I watch as he flicks through the words. By the expression on his face, he has no idea what the words mean. Snorting, he pushes the laptop away and crosses his arms while staring at me.

 "I don't need these stupid words. When am I going to use icon......whatever?"

 "It's iconoclast. It means someone who tries to overthrow a popular belief kinda like a hipster. You think the words are stupid because you don't know what they mean. I use these words everyday and plus they will be on the SATs."

 "What do you want me to do with these?"

 "Just go over them a couple times then I will quiz you. If you have any questions let me know."

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 Once we finish we walk out front together. Getting in my car, I watch him walk off in the rain and I sigh. I can't let him do that even he has been nothing but rude to me. Pulling up aside of him, I roll my window. "Get in!" I yell but he keeps walking ignoring me. "Come on, Noah. I'll drop you off."

 Stubbornly, he gets in the car. He tells me to go to the McDonald's on Fifth Avenue. Since I hate silence I turn on one of the CD's Elliot made me. Noah nods along to Weak by SWV when it comes on.

 "I thought you would be listening to country music."

 "I don't like country music except for some songs by Hunter Hayes and Rascal Flatts."  "White girl." He snorts and I sigh.

 It  bothers me is that there are people that still think there is such things as "white music" and "black music." Sure are genres of music popular to each particular race but music itself has no race. That's just another version of stereotyping. As we get closer to McDonald's, I change the music to something he would be familiar with. Control by Big Sean, Kendrick Lamar, and Jay Electronica. Parking, I start to get out and he stops.

 "Why are you getting out?"

 "Relax I want some cookies and a smoothie." Rolling my eyes ,I walk past him and go inside. There is a group of guys sitting at one of the tables being rowdy and that's where he goes. I can feel their stares on my back as I order. Turning around once I get my order, I jump back when one of his friends is right in my face.

 "Hey, Ma." Ugh why do boys talk this way?

 "Hello. Excuse me."

 "Dang all I was trying to do was make your fat, dark self a little confident that a guy like me was hitting on you." He responds making all of the guys laugh and hoot. I thought he was attractive until he said that. It's clear he's one of those guys that think they are God's gift to women. Just because he has light brown skin and piercing green eyes does not make him all that if he has a terrible personality.

 "I told you she was stuck up. Go back to your little perfect life, Princess. I bet you are going to go home and tell your whitey all about your experience in the hood."

 "Maybe you shouldn't be worried about what color my boyfriend is but about your grades. See ya on Monday, Noah."

 Stalking out to my car, I control my emotions. A couple of tears slide down my face as I pull away. Driving to Elliot's house, I park in the driveway next to his car. His parents aren't home. Opening the door with the key he made me, I go to his room where he's lying on his bed reading a book for class. Putting my smoothie and cookies down, I slide into his arms.  

"What's wrong?" He asks closing the book. Those green eyes seem to stare into my soul.  

"Nothing. What did you do today?"

 "I ran a couple miles and practiced before it started raining. How did your study session go?"

 "Horrible. First he was late and then he didn't bring anything with him. So I let him use my laptop and he called me a sell out because we're dating. Then he brought up my parents and...."

El cuts me off."Why? Did you tell him? Do I need to have a talk with him?" He's so protective and I love it. When I first lost them, I was a wreck and every little mention of them got to me but as time went by I got used to them being gone. "I didn't tell him. He doesn't need to know. It just kinda hurts them being thrown in my face. He acts like he knows who I am and he doesn't."

"Baby." He holds me close to his chest. "Don't worry about him I will always be here for you. What else happened?"

 "Well afterwards it started to rain so I gave him a ride to McDonald's."

 "Why would you do that? He didn't show you any respect but yet you gave him a ride. You should have let him walk in the rain."

 "I was just trying to be nice, El. So I went in to get some cookies and a smoothie when one of his friends teased me but it doesn't matter." Sitting up, I go stand by his window as he sits up on his bed.

 "What did he say to you?" I can tell he's controlling his anger by the tone of his voice.

  "He said he was trying to make my dark, fat self confident that a guy like him was hitting on me. It doesn't matter though."

"It doesn't matter?! Tiana, he made fun of you and I know it made you upset because those are two of your insecurities." I hear his bed creak before I feel his hand on mine turning me around. "Hey, you don't have be so strong. I'm here."