When you live in a small town but challenge that idea to make sure your private life stays just that. Private. The love between a middle class black girl and a high class white boy. Difference between them and everyone else is they have big dreams a...
Despite today being the first day of many in this hell hole that we call school I couldn't help but feel slightly intrigued about the unknown. Like when was Conner gonna make it to school? Was I going to have to be stuck in the quart yard full of people, alone? And if there was going to be anything of any interest for me to photograph this year? I look down at my phone to see the time as 7:49 am, the first bell would be ringing in less than fifteen minutes as to no surprise I saw no one I knew.
As I started to scroll through photography I had taken over the summer I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder before saying "you've gotten better Kay" I can't help but jump at this sing-song voice before looking up. ' universe please for all that is good let this be Aiden.' When I look up to see the bluish green-eyed dork I hadn't seen since middle school I can't help but jump into his arms. Lucky for me I was quite a bit shorter and left no space for us to fall over from my excitement. " WHAT!?! HOW!??" I say as I try to catch my breath. I imagine this is the kind of adrenaline that Slater has 24/7 and that is why it's so easy for her to keep going. It's delectable and I've got to say I enjoy it.
"I've transferred from the dreadful private school my parents sent me to after they found out that I was getting trained by a couple of the dudes on the soccer team. To be fair we all used condoms and it wasn't like we hadn't had a conversation with the four of us. I'm a growing boy, I need what I need and I want what I want." He said simply with a shrug. We had now gotten to the point that I was comfortably sitting on top of the lunch table in my black anime eye and star long sleeve top and high wasted black skirt crossing my legs.
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Aiden's family in itself was a piece of work. Of course, they meant well but they still hadn't come to terms with the fact their only son a Volksvire, was a gay kid. He had come out in seventh grade and they moved him away thinking that somehow shipping him out of the country would change all that. But I could tell from the look in his eyes he was just the same.
Still, the awkward but witty firecracker that I knew and loved. " So what's your class schedule looking like this year?" He asks with his best puppy dog smile. I can't help but laugh before saying " if I tell you my schedule you gotta promise you aren't going to change your schedule to be the exact same as mine" knowing that he has all the resources and capabilities to get it done within the next five minutes. We pinky promise for I state. " photography, free period, calculus, theatre, lunch, and yearbook." He makes a peculiar face.
" babe hates to burst your bubble but that's only technically five classes you should have seven." I remind him that I have this ability because of all the classes and stuff I had done over the years to get ahead in my junior and senior years. Even though I had one more year of school after that I had taken everything that was required and was lucky enough that our school needed a student of "high standard, but low income" to make a fine example of what I school offered and was now paying me to come to school. I was never gonna complain after all that only made the school more of my bitch.
