"But Aaliyah, you're not just 'pretty for a dark skin girl'. You're so much more than that." Aaliyah is just your normal involved high schooler. But it doesn't seem that way to everyone else. Colorism wreaks havoc on A.J. Middelton High, and she just can't get a break. From 'blackie' to 'monkey' to 'slave' , you name it, they've said it.

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

"Mariah, baby girl, he just can't love you like I can."