The Atlanta Lovebirds(BWWM)

Dolly from the park

"Hey you're that dolly from the park, right?" The boy next to me asked.

My eyebrows immediately stitched together at his questions. Why was this white boy calling me a dolly?

I looked around me to make sure no one had noticed his comment before speaking. "Yes, that was me. And don't call me that."

His lips moved up into a smirk that showed off a little bit of his shiny white teeth. "Why not? You're a nice looking chick."

My face instantly heated up at his response. Where did this kid come from? No white people around here thought black girls were 'nice looking'.

Instead of responding I pulled out my notebook from my bag, per the teachers orders. She wanted us to write a brief paragraph about our summers.

I grabbed my pencil and began writing a short paragraph about the time Jackie and I went swimming at the lake with some neighborhood friends. When I was done I looked over to the white boy; who's name I still don't know. I was surprised to see the the lengthy amount of writing on his page. It seemed as if his hand could write a mile a minute.

I was brought out my daze when the teacher began talking again. "Alright class, now share your writing with the person next to you and give constructive feedback."

When I turned to my left I noticed Jackie was already talking to the boy next to her, Arron. She looked over to me with an apologetic smile before turning back to her partner.

Jackie has been crushing on Arron since junior high, so I was going to let it slide. But now I'm stuck with Mr. Blue eyes to my right.

When I turned to him he was already looking me with an overly cheery smile on his face.

What is up with this kid?

He looked at me like I invented sliced bread or something.

"So what did you write about?" I reluctantly asked him. Hoping to keep our interaction short and simple.

I watched as he picked up his paper and cleared his throat. he told me about his trip to a beach in Florida with his family. After the first couple sentences I began to zone out and stare at his face. His face is pretty tan which is a little strange in my opinion. His jaw and cheekbones are defined and prominent, he has a clean shave that suited his young looking face extremely well.

And then I stared at his eyes. They are such a beautiful hue of blue. They almost resemble the the clear waters of an ocean. My eyes then traveled to his lips, they are pretty plump for a white person, but they suited his face well.

His hair is also nice too. His dirty blonde locks are cut short, with a little bit of length left at the top.

"So what did you write about, Lorrie?" His deep masculine voice asked me.

I was brought out my daydreaming and met the boy's eyes. He looked at me with a gentleness that I've never experienced before from a white person.

I cleared my mouth to help gather my thoughts together. "Wait how do you know my name?" I asked him, just now realizing he said my name.

"Well you told me your name at the park yesterday. Don't you remember?" The boy asked me with a light chuckle.

I looked down to my lap to help cover my embarrassment towards my forgetfulness.

"Oh yeah, guess I forgot." I mumbled to him.

I still wasn't very comfortable talking to him, but his friendly demeanor helped calm my nerves.