Don't Judge (Interracial)

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Chapter 4

“The pain you feel today will be the strength you feel tomorrow.”

-Ritu Ghatourey

Noah

“Look, Noah, we got all A’s on our report cards.” My brothers tell me when I walk in the house.

“That’s great, guys. I’m proud of you.” I rub their heads before going to Mama’s room. She lying down watching reruns of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. “Hey, Ma.”

“Hello, Noah.” She doesn’t even look over at me. Great I must have done something wrong.

“What did I do now?”

“I got a call from your school saying that you were being disrespectful to your tutor.” I groan and throw my hands up.

“She seriously told on me? Jeez who knew dark skins couldn’t take the truth.” A hard slap hits my face making me bite my tongue. “Ow, Mom!”

“Maybe you see how she felt. She didn’t call it was her brother actually and I spoke to him directly. You have no idea what she is going through.”

“She isn’t going through anything. She probably just cried to her brother to get me in trouble.”

“I didn’t raise you to be like this. Don’t talk to me or the twins until you realize you aren’t the only one with problems.”

Shrugging I walk out her room and the house. Driving to Jerome’s house I clear my head so I can think clearly. Whatever her brother told Mom was probably made up what problems can you can have living the life she does. Jerome opens the door so I can come in.

"Hey what's up?" He asks as we walk down the stairs.

"My mom tripping."

"About what? Grades?"

"My tutor man. I was joking with her and she went in and cried to her brother.” Jerome shakes his head as we start a game of 2K. “Man, it’s Friday night isn’t Leslie having some party? Let’s go.”

“Why not?”

Tiana

“This is the sixth dress you have tried on, T. Just pick a dress.” El groans when I come out the dressing room again. Next week is homecoming and I want to look perfect for my final homecoming.

“I’m sorry it’s just none of these fit the way I want.” I’m not a skinny girl nor am I giant but I’m that weird median. So I guess I would be classified as chubby so my boobs are kinda big, my stomach is pudgy, my hips are wides, my thighs are large, and my calves are muscular. Dresses just don’t fit my body right.

“Look, babe, if I pick out a dress will you try it on?”

“I guess.” Leaning against the door I text Rena about my dresses. Tomorrow we’re going shopping for hers but since El and I were out we decided to just look at some for me.

He comes back with red dress bodycon with black panels down the side. Before I start to protest he shakes his head gently pushes me in the changing room. Sliding the dress on I’m in awe. It first perfectly and hides the things I don’t want to be highlighted plus it makes my body look great. Opening the door he looks up from his phone and his face goes blank. Slowly he stands up and takes hold of my hand spinning me around.

“You look.....beautiful.”

“I feel beautiful.” It brings tears to my eyes that he picked out this dress and it makes me feel the way I do. We stand in front of the mirror near a whole bunch of women and he puts his hands on my waist.