Every trees, houses were getting passed as the wind while I drove. My breathing was still unstable, I wanted him to still stare at me but that made me somehow insecure. But being that close to him, the particles of his strong male perfume getting inside me through my veins, that felt good but at the same time... bad.
"Sooo I bought these, ughhh I am feeling waaaay better. Thank you Hope." Jessica said as she was folding back the clothes she bought to put them back to the bag.
I turned my head to my right, and smiled back.
"Are you okay?" She asked me as she turned her body to my side
"Yeah, yeah... I'm fine" I shook my head
"Sure?"
"Yeah Jessi, I am glad that your feeling better" I said, she then sat back to the position she sat before
"Well if you say so, then I won't push you to tell me something"
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*week later*
The bell interrupted Mr.Heathrow talk "about us to get started with the work he gave us". As the students walked out in hurry, I took my time to pack up my books, and started to walk up to Mr.Heathrow.
"Is there anything I can do for you Hope?" He said as he put in his notes in his bag
"Yes, Mr.Heathrow" I said nervously, and he looked up
"I know that you'll probably never listen to this. But... I can't work with him"
"And why is that?" He asked and I just know that he won't understand the reason to why I don't want to work with him.
"Because... because he will make m—... us fail, and I don't want to fail." I said as I took deep breaths
"You won't fail Hope"
I raised my hand up telling him to listen.
"No, Mr.Heathrow, you don't understand! I can't fail, okay! My mother is a single mother who works her ass off for me to succeed. And with him by my side I won't reach both of mine and my mother's goal!"
His green eyes stared at me, and then he looked down as he took a deep breath.
"Good luck Hope, just work hard as you always do." He then took his brown leather bag that was on his table and walked away as I stood there with empty sentences in my mind.
I couldn't handle the anger growing inside me, the anger making my blood bowl. I left the room as I saw another class enter in. My mind only disturbed me by telling me to go and find that guy called Alexander and tell him to get started with our school work.
As I walked I saw Jessica on the corridor.
"Are you-"
"Jess, I need you to follow me"
"Follow you where? Hope are you okay?"
"Yes... yes I am okay! Just follow me to the cafeteria or somewhere" I looked at her and took a deep breath
"Look Jessica, I need to find Alexander and tell him something okay. Because I can't fail, you know how that will affect my mother even though she will pretend that everything is okay"
She looked at me and said "Okay, let's go and find him then"
As we were on our way to the cafeteria, I saw him outside kissing Beatrice, or shall I say it was more as if he was eating her alive while he held a cigarette. I just stood on the way to the cafeteria and watched them through the window, Samantha then came from behind me and held my left shoulder.
"Are you ready?" I then turned my face to her and said
"Ready for him yes, ready for her comments? I don't know"
"Don't worry, you know that I got you" I smiled to her and we went back to get out. He was still there sitting on a flower brick as Beatrice was standing between his legs.
"Hey, do you have a moment?"
He then took a blow from his cigarette as he turned his face from facing Beatrice to facing me as he blew out the smoke above me, I was going to beat his ass if he blew it on my face. But somehow his action made Beatrice laugh.
"Yes-"
"Okay good, I need to talk" I interrupted him which made him raise his fully beautiful brown eyebrows.
"We got nothing to talk about"
"No "we" don't, I said "I" need to talk. We need to get started with our biology work" I said as I intertwined my arms.
"I got no time for that" that caused me to get pissed
"Well get your schedule cleaned! Because I won't fail this, I won't fail my last year of high school because of you!" He just got quiet then and continued with his smoking and gave his attention to Beatrice.
"Hope don't you see that your attitude makes people just... hmm.. irritated? You can use your black violence act towards your kind" My eyes wandered away from Alexander to Beatrice.
What the bloody hell did that bitch say?!
As I took a step towards her, Alexander stood up. Making my eyes drift from looking at her to looking up at the guy I now 100% believe is as racist as that blonde white girl who's standing behind him now.
"Act like a real woman, and don't stand behind a man." Jessica said while pointing her index finger at her and then I held her arm and we started to walk away.
"I am acting more like a real woman in comparison to you!" Beatrice yelled back
I stood still and then turned my upper body and laughed irritated as I answered her back
"A real woman doesn't need a man as her savior" I then looked at Alexander and said
"If you don't care about doing this work just because we are partners then I am not against you, because believe me when I say that I don't want to work with you at all, then I mean it. So go for it, go to Mr.Heathrow and tell him that you don't want to work with me because you have problem against people with another race, people like me. Just tell him that you are a mother fucking piece of shit who is a racist!" I started to yell at the end
He threw his cigarette and stamped on it with his big black Nike's, and then came towards me. I tried to stay calm and I could feel Samantha taking steps towards me behind me. He then looked around as he did something with his eyes that made it minimize it but his blue eyes still shined out, and then he looked at me.
"I won't tell Mr.Heathrow anything, do you know why?" He then had an evil smirk plastered on his face.
I didn't know what to answers so I tried to swallow down the knot I had inside my throat.
"Because, I want to see you suffer" he then picked out another cigarette out of his cigarette pack and lighten it up and blew in and blew it out on my face.
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