This night was going to be the best night of his life, at least when it came to having a memorable experience. It was supposed to be the best so far, at least.
Along with losing sleep due to the event that happened with the drunken man, he also thought of prom anxiously even though he had made all of the preparations. The talk he had with his mom two days ago still lingered in his mind.
"You know it's also good to gain experience, right?
It's too late for that now. Denise is probably gonna have a ton of guys swarming her anyway, not worth the effort if I know nothing's gonna come from it.
"You don't know that. Could be destiny that you wear the same colors."
There's no way in hell she's wearing the same color as me, most chicks wear red or blue or black. Shit, sometimes gold if their trying to to show off with their date.
Even still, that sentence which felt so minuscule at first, instilled hope in him. He began to think that maybe she would have the same color, or at least a black dress. Hopefully she wouldn't be surrounded by takers.
Like a niggress on a slave ship, I shall claim you for myself with my loins. Wait, wtf?! Ok, ok stop thinking for a moment. Fuck, that's impossible.
He was becoming more irritated as he tried to suppress these disgusting thoughts. He still identified himself as a Christian after all, even though he didn't go to church often and questioned everything he was taught even now instead of believing it all.
Stop thinking this way, for fucks sake. What the fuck did that homeless guy pass on to me that couldn't be cured? I've never thought of Denise that way, as a niggress for the taking. I've always thought of her as my friend, haven't I?
"We here, bro. Hurry up and get out, have a good time nigga. Ya black ass is fucking up my white interior."
The man turned around to face him, his right arm resting on the passenger seat. He had black hair, brown eyes, almost looked like Carl Johnson from GTA San Andreas except his much darker complexion. He had a mole under his right eye, but you could barely see it. He had a slim build as well
I can't believe this fucking nigger is rushing me. This suit costs more than his freedom.
Oh God, not again. I gotta get out of here now.
"Alright, I'm going. I'll try to have some fun and turn up for you nig."
*"Nig? That's the first time you've called me something other than my name in years. Yo ass didn't even say Cuz since you were 7 and tried showing off in front of your friends. Keep doing that shit, being called by name by someone who ain't my momma or my woman feels wrong, well shit any woman really. Better than be called Tray by a dude."
"O...Kay?"
*"Good shit, homie. And aye, you need some condoms?"
"I uh, don't think that's necessary. I don't even have a date and I'm just there to have fun."
Tray looked like he wanted to smack the fuck out of him, like he said the absolute dumbest shit he heard in his entire life.
"Woah, what the fuck? Why the swing?"
He actually tried hitting him. However he failed, and the reason? His target was too black, he simply blended in with the night that surrounded him once he left the car. Even as he walked towards the driver's window, he still couldn't be seen with the lights on in the car. The only thing visible to Tray were the sclera in his eyes. So yeah, he definitely missed.
*"Nigga, it's prom. It's your JOB to smash someone. Or at least get faded."
"I just told you that I'm going to have fun for you."
