White Privilege; the societal privilege that benefits white people over non-white people
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Callum was the definition of the upper class. He had it all. The money, the status and the people that kissed his ass just to be in his...
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When I opened my eyes, it felt like I was hit by a truck and said truck backed up over my head a couple of times to make sure they actually got me. Like a small band was playing in my head. In simpler words, I felt like shit.
"Damn. I am never drinking again" I groaned rubbing my head.
I went to turn around on my bed when all of a sudden I was falling on the floor. I knew something was wrong because my bed was big as fuck. I should of hit some pillows, not the ground and the fall only made the pain in my head worst.
"Fuck!!!" I groaned staring up at a ceiling that wasn't mine.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Making all that damn noise so early in the morning" a voice spoke.
It took me a moment to place it and when I did, I got up off the floor to look at him. Baz was standing in front of me shirtless with an annoyed expression on his face. It was sexy as hell.
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"Well good morning" I whispered smiling a little.
"Man now that you are up, can you go?" he scoffed.
"What am I even doing here?" I asked looking around.
"Your drunk ass refused to tell me your address. So, I brought you back to mines. I should have just left you" he grumbled.
I went to reply but, knocking on the door interrupted me. Baz shot me one last irritated glance before going to answer it. While he was doing that, I looked at where I slept. He cared enough to take off my shoes and give me a blanket so, I wasn't cold. It made me smile.
"Why'd you call me Baz?" I heard a voice ask.
"Now why you gotta be like that Teri. You know you love me" Baz hummed laughing. I haven't had the opportunity to hear that from him and I must say, it sounded amazing. It made me jealous that I wasn't the cause of it.
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"Boy, please. I know you only called me over because of my dumbass baby daddy" she scoffed stepping in. When I saw the female that he seemed very close to I was kinda in awe. She was beautiful. I'd definitely hit on her if I wasn't gay and totally into the fine ass man standing next to her.
"I can't even argue because he is special sometimes" he chuckled.
"Yeah. I really wish you and I could have gotten together. We would make a beautiful baby, don't you think" she hummed placing her hand on his naked chest. I just stood there in awe because she must not have noticed me standing there.
"Teriqua, no. You have a son with Greg. You and I will never-eva-eva-eva happen. Okay? I called you because he wants to see Caden. You know how much he loves that boy. He is a good father. Better than half these niggas out here" Baz spoke.
"Your right he is a good father but, still a dumbass. One of these days though, you and I are going to happen. You'll see. Til then I guess I can let him have Caden for the weekend" she muttered.
"Aight that's all I wanted, thanks" he muttered leading her to the door.
"Whatever. Before I go through, did you know a white man was standing in your living room staring at us?" she questioned. At that moment Baz must have remembered I was there because he looked back at me. I blushed a little at the unexpected eye contact.
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"I know" he replied rolling his eyes.
"Creepy ass" the girl stated leaving. I think he said her name was Tequila. It must have been what her mother was sipping on when she had her.
"Alright, you gotta go. I have shit to do" he said turning his attention back towards me.
"Yeah. I know the deal" I murmured looking for my phone. When I saw it was on the table, I picked it up and got an Uber. After that, I was just left standing there in awkward silence.
"So, who was she?" I asked.
"None of your business" Baz responded.
"Sorry. Just trying to make conversation" I whispered scratching my head.
"Hey listen, we can't see each other again. That shit you said last night about not giving up, well you need too. Your right I don't know you. I have no right to make judgments but, whatever you're looking for, I'm not it" he explained.
"And who are you to make that decision for me?" I questioned crossing my arms.
"Trust me. It's best if you keep your distance" he spoke before walking out the room. I was going to say something else when I got a notification that my ride was here.
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So, he took him back to his house and made him sleep on the couch? I have a question. How come when people try to warn you about themselves, y'all don't listen. When someone shows you who they really are, believe them. Certain men/women don't want to be changed. Rant over... Okay so, next a bigger look into Callum, his parents, and Baz.
