An interracial love story between two lost souls.
Will Quinten Hunter, a racist white guy, manage to entangle himself from the claws of Tamara Bhoke a black girl he falls head over heels for?
Will Tamara put the past behind her and follow her heart'...
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*** Did I say I really need to pee?
I'm losing my mind. But as long as I keep the part that tells me I gotta pee,I should be okay.
My bladder thinks it's hilarious to wait till I'm in my room before voicing it's need to pee. Why didn't I pee in the morning?
Meredith is a slow walker and I'm sure as fuck that she shares the same genes with snails. Tortoises are even faster than this snail cum human being.
"Meredith, I really need to pee. Just be fast, okay?" I plead, something I never do unless I'm really pressed. I'm finding it hard to walk now.
"Wait,the washrooms are over there. You can just rush in and do your stuff." She opens her shitty mouth to blub nonsense.
"No!" I scream at her. I'm not going to sit on the same bowls that every other fart box sits on and release their stinking fart juices into the drain!
"Why? They're clean and..." She starts but I place my forefinger on her lips.
"Just shhhh!"
I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain this to you.
She shuts up and increases her pace a little bit. I hear voices behind me and I half turn meeting Hunter's glare. His hate is evident by how he's looking at me with cold icy eyes. He says something to the group he's with and they laugh.
Oh he hates me? Let him join the club! They meet weekly at the corner of fuck you street to kiss my ass. I hope he becomes the chairperson.
I grab Meredith's hand and pull her along the hallway until we are safely outside. I don't see Hunter or anyone I know so we silently walk away.
We walk for a while, whilst ignoring the many stares I get from random guys until I recognize my dorm's surrounding. I tell Meredith to stop and she does.
"See ya." I say nonchalantly and start leaving. She's still standing there more confused than a chameleon in a bag of Skittles.
Is she expecting me to say thank you? That's not in my vocabulary.
"If you're waiting for me to say thank you then you gotta find a seat because it'll take forever." I let out slowly and dash off before I start peeing on myself.
I reach for my keys which I had stuffed in my jean pocket and shove them into the asshole... Sorry, keyhole.
Why again does the need to pee intensify by a million when you're trying to unlock the door to your room? I'm doing the pee pee dance right now.
My thighs are compressed together and I literally run towards the bathroom when the door opens.
I'm glad I don't have anything beneath my jeans because I'd probably piss on myself before removing the darn thing.
