15.Stop

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Wassup guys, so I have to give you Adrian's POV so that you can understand his distantness and sissss let me tell you!!!!! In fact just read it! Please comment, I love getting feedback on this book, as I'm not very confident with my writing vocab and structure. But we move...

Adrian's POV

W3~Monday

"Morning, Toffee." I smile to myself from just hearing her voice, she sounds ready whereas I'm still trying to get myself out of bed.

"Morning, sprinkles. So you remember what I told you yesterday?" I question.

"You said a lot yesterday." She says with most likely a smile on her face.

"Wow! You forgot." I huff.

"Well tell me then!"

"Wear your hair natural today."

"And who are you to tell me?" She scoffs down the phone.

"Yours." I mumble under my breathe.

"Huh? I can't hear you."

"I just think it'd look nice, ok!" I say blandly.

"Oh ok." She says unsurely before I quickly end the call.

I'm tired of this! I'm so tired of getting close to a negroe I'm supposed to stay away keeping a distance from them. The only reason I've even been offered a place in this school is not just because of my family connections and grades, but because I'm a part of a social experiment.

They never allowed us Asians to schools like this 10 years ago. I was 8 at the time when the experiment started. Schools of which only opened to negroes or to Asians had to mix up and invite any race in. It was what you could say a big part in history.

However, the reason for why I say I'm a part of this experiment, is because it never closed. In fact, tonight there's supposed to be a hearing about the 10 year case. I doubt they'll close it and if they do, they'll probably keep mixed schools like this going.

I get up and get ready for school, shower, clothes etc.

But whenever I try to daydream or just take a second to think about something, her face keeps appearing. And I can't handle it.

My parents always remind me that I'm going to school to get a good job and leave, not to go around catching feelings. Especially not for 'negroes'.

So, I guess I just have to put her in her place more like make her annoyed so that she distances herself from me and I can live a simple life.

At school

"Thanks omma(mum)." I hop out of the car and make my way to the table of 'my kind'. And to my surprise(not), just as I sit down the short girl walks up.

"Hey guys." She waves smiling from cheek to cheek.

The few that are already at the table look up from their work, food or phone greeting her.

"Oh. There's no more spaces for me." She pouts.

"But you never sit he-" Harley says rolling her eyes. She's an Oriental like me, who has blonde dyed hair and a tough but cute face. Kind of like a bad girl vibe.

"You can just sit here." I start to get up, but her firm grip on me brings me back down to the seat where I stare at her confused, until she plops herself down on top of me. Bold move.

But I don't object, as I guess I do need a distraction from Viola.

"Woah." I say still a bit shook to which she glances back at me with annoyance as if I said something wrong.

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