Biracial

Chapter 4:

Asia.

By the time morning rolled around, I had barely gotten any sleep. The bed was comfortable, but I wasn't familiar with my environment, so sleep didn't come easy. By the way the sun was shining, I could assume it was shortly after six.

A knock sounded at the door and I rolled over, inviting the only other occupant of the house in. The door opened slowly, and Rashad leaned against the doorframe.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked, a small smile playing on his face.

"Um, not good to be honest. Just had a hard time falling and staying asleep." I told him sheepishly as I sat up, making sure to keep the cover over my lower half.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He started. "I washed your clothes from yesterday. I wasn't sure if you wanted to wear that to school again, but just in case we failed to find something else for you."

"Thanks. I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

He smiled, waving me off. He wanted me to stop thanking him, but I couldn't help it. "I'll get you a toothbrush and leave you to get dressed."

Once he brought the toothbrush, he disappeared into his room and I started to get somewhat ready for the day. The process started with pulling my unruly and curly hair out of my face. I knew I shouldn't have washed this mess last night.

After, I washed my face and brushed my teeth before slipping into my jeans. I debated on whether to put my shirt back on or just keep on Rashad's shirt, which was a black graphic tee. Ultimately, I decided to keep it on.

My phone was the last thing on my mind in the last 12 hours and I really thought it was dead, but the continuous ringing and dinging let me know otherwise. Sighing, I crawled across the bed to grab it and sighed when I saw the name on the screen.

Carson.

An internal debate on whether to answer or not ensued and I cringed when I picked the damn thing up.

"Hello?"

"Say bruh, where the fuck you at Asia? I told you I was coming and yo stupid ass disappeared. Then you ain't been answering the phone? You trying me, ho." He yelled.

I rolled my eyes. The way he talked to me and the insults I was used to. I shouldn't have been, but it was a normal component of our relationship.

"I'm...at a friend's, Carson." I lied.

"Bitch, what friend?" He laughed maniacally. "You don't have friends. I'm the closest thing you got to a friend and that's a stretch."

With protecting my peace at the forefront of my mind right now, I removed the phone from my ear and hung up. I knew he was only going to keep calling and I wasn't here for that, so I powered it off.

About fifteen minutes later, Rashad reappeared and asked if I was ready to go. I turned over on my side to get a good look at him and had to stop myself from saying something embarrassing or drooling.

"Hey, yes. Well, as long as you don't mind me wearing your shirt?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, that's fine. You can keep it, if you want."

"Thank you." I slid off the bed and slipped my feet into my shoes. I made the bed before grabbing my belongings and following him out of the room.

When we got downstairs, he grabbed his keys and his bag, then we left.