The Asian Stereotype[slow updates]

CHAPTER ONE[part one]-THE ASIAN STEREOTYPE

{YI MEANS ONE}

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yi; it means o n e 

" B U T Asians eat rice, like, everyday, right?" Jacen looks stunned for a second, in response to Carson's bold statement. He splutters in laughter, his mashed potato spewing on Carson's face. Carson shakily takes off his glasses--spectacles, as he likes to call the, makes him sound more refined, and starts to wipe them on his argyle sweater. Jacen grimaces for a moment. Carson's the person a popular kid fears being seen with, but does Jacen care? No. Instead he takes it out of his time to sit at the same table as Carson a few days a week, during double Lunch.

Most people think it's because Jacen's using Cars for his undeniably good memorization skills, useful in American History. Of course, that isn't the case-- why would the popular yet most friendly jock in school do that to a harmless nerd? But by the looks of it now, Jacen's echoing, hearty laughter, Carson starts to feel like he's a gigantic joke.

"Look, if it's the accent I used when I said Asians, I'll change it, but you don't need to laugh so darned loudly!" Carson hisses, noticing the whole cafeteria glancing at the two of them.
"No, no," Jacen wipes laughing-tears from the corner of his eyes. "Asians don't eat rice-slash-noodles everyday. I like a good McChicken too, alright?" And the bell signals the double period over, and Jacen claps Cars on the back.

Carson feels like he's been touched by the holy hand of Lord himself. A black-haired, Chinese version, with delectable high cheekbones and brooding eyes full of allure.

Because of course, Carson's the unpopular closet homosexual.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Jules stomps towards her locker, Geography book tucked under her arm, dog-eared and tea-stained.
Because despite whatever un-Asian stereotype she tries to convey, she has a love of tea(a very Asian drink); explaining why all her books have some sort of tea-stain on pages 55-78. She glares suspiciously at the locker two lockers away from her; that's Jacen's. And thank God he's not at his locker now. After that incident involving Summertime Sadness, he'sstarted to develop a mutual hatred towards her; she can tell. His pointed looks at her when they both go for the frozen dumpling- aisle in Safeway, the slightly triumphant smirks he shoots her way when he gets an A++(they exist) and she gets an A+.

Stupid Asians, the rest of the class grumbles, even when an A+ is handed to them they frown.

Today was a particularly good day, because the whole cafeteria witnessed Jacen barfing up his mashed potatoes on some nerd's glasses. Ha, she thinks, a stanza already forming in her mind, Jacen can't even keep his food in his digestive tract. She grips the metal edge of her locker and yanks it open. The combination dials never seem to work in South-Archer.

"Agh, eff this", she groans, in a very un-appealing way.
"JULIE!" She can hear Madison aka Evil Of the Earth #1 (EOE 1 for short) clacking her way towards Jules. She's been chasing after Jules for an article on "basketball/football star--JACEN LEE"--an article Jules has no wish in writing. She sticks her head fully in her locker, ducking into the tiny, dark alcove. Dear Lord, she begins, please get the three evils out of this Earth so that south-arch can evoke a pure and angelic aura around us high-schoolers--

"Jules," she hears shoes--male sneakers--behind her, followed by a finger tapping her shoulder, "you dropped this." As much as Jules despises Jacen for taking the Chinese crown summers ago, she has to admit that he has a lovely voice. It's lilting and innocent and musical; now that's a good thing about Lee.

But she turns around too fast, her hair whipping softly in his face.

For a moment, both of them are stunned.

JACEN's BRAIN: oh god her hair smells delicious. wo yao chi ta de tou fa.
JULES'S BRAIN: oh holy meatballs he looks reaaaaalllly good since the last time we fought over the frozen dumplings.

"Jules!! Oh, Jules, I can see you hiding whine Jace-y!"

Jacen and Jules both turn , glaring murderously at her.

JULES'S BRAIN: I AM AN ADVOCATE FOR FEMINIST RIGHTS I DO NOT NEED A MAN (to hide behind)

JACEN's BRAIN: DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO BE CALLED JACE-Y I MEAN LOOK AT MAH MUSCLESSSSS from working OUTTTTTTT

Madison's heard his voice calling her name and has proceeded to project herself on Jules's locker, personal bubble and Jacen's lean, muscular frame.

As in, draping herself over him. A blonde, silky-haired rug way too close to his face. Jules snickers, hearing Madison's high-pitched voice flirt with him. She knows how he hates high-pitched, squeaky sounds--Lao Shi's class once involved listening to cat sounds to understand the musical components between the Han Yu pinyin (Chinese pronunciation) and a cat's soft mewls.

And Jules had helped blocked JACEN's ears out that day, by shoving wads of tissue paper into his ears.

But that's a story for another chapter.

*sigh*

One Jacen-arm remains, sticking out at Jules's face expectantly. "The thing you dropped." Madison's too busy analyzing his "heavenly" facial structure to hear.

And instead of just grabbing the paper, Jules is captivated by a pair of almond shaped eyes.

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