Hi, everyone! I'm so sorry about how long it's been since I last updated, but I've been so busy with school. Now that it's the holidays, I finally have some down time and my stories shall be updated! I've put a new picture of Jazmine on my profile and also a picture of Soleil's curly hair. Enjoy!
-Bria :)
The rest of the day went by with nothing else exciting to happen. I was in my final class of the day with five more minutes until the bell rang to release everyone, and my phone vibrated against my leg. I checked it and was surprised to see a text message from Jazmine asking if I needed a ride to the house. I weighed my options and decided that was the best, so I went ahead and replied yes.
By this time, the teacher had finished the lesson and everyone was just chilling around, talking. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my eye twitched, but I tried to practice self control and turned around slowly to see who it was that touched me. Another surprise was that it was a white boy...and he was cute.
"Hi, you're the new student right?" "Yes, why?"
"Oh no reason, I just wanted to stop and say hi. I like meeting new people."
"Well...hi," I said awkwardly.
"My name's William Matlack, but you can just call me Will." "Soleil Dubois."
As soon as I said, the bell rang and I began gathering my belongings. "Uh, would it be weird if I asked you to hang out sometime?" I stood up and brushed past him. Like I said before, I'm not here to make friends. Friends just stab you in the back, don't need 'em.
"Hey wait, I just-"
"Aye, Red, is Weird Will bothering you?" I turned to my right and saw Caesar with Huey standing near him.
"No, he's not bothering me. Do you guys know where Jazmine is? I'm supposed to be catching a ride to the house with her." "Actually, she's riding with us. I guess that means that you are too, ma'am." Sighing, I turned back to Will and looked him up and down.
"Yeah sure, we can hang out sometime, just let me know." He grinned and walked away, waving. Sighing, I turned back to the boy and they were looking at me like I was stupid or something. "What?"
"So, you like them white boys, huh?"
"Well, I am half white, so I don't really see the problem. Either way, it doesn't matter. It isn't a date, I'm just going to hang out with the guy."
"I thought you didn't want friends," Huey reminded. I just kept quiet and Riley came around the corner with Jazmine. "Now how the hell are all of us going to fit in the car? There's only room for the usual crew, no offense, Soleil." I turned to Jazmine and glared. She knew what the fuck she was doing.
"Forget it, I'll just walk." I walked away, ignoring the arguing group. This is why I don't make friends, and apparently I can't even trust family. I've always been a loner, no point in trying to change now. My aunt and uncle's house was at least a 30 minute walk from here, and quite frankly, I didn't feel like walking that far. I stopped at the nearest bus stop and waited about 5 minutes for the bus to come. I paid my two dollars and sat in the front so that I wouldn't miss my stop.
Public transportation always made me feel uncomfortable, I mean any and everyone could get on. You could be sitting next to a rapist or a child molester for all you know. Taking out my iPod, I put my headphones in and turned to my The Weeknd playlist. I loved that man's voice, he could always calm me down, sometimes get my panties wet. I turned to 'High for This' and enjoyed the ride home. I pulled the string to stop the bus and got off a few houses away from my aunt and uncle's in time to see Huey drop Jazmine off. I rolled my eyes and walked up to the house, entering a few minutes after she did.
"Oh, hello Soleil. How was your first day at school?" Aunt Sarah asked. She was in the kitchen washing dishes and putting them away. I was hoping that no one would be home, but as usual, my wishes are never answered. "It was fine, nothing exciting."
"Did you make any friends?" "Nope."
With that said, I made my way up the stairs to my room, making sure to flip Jazmine off when I passed her room. She scoffed and went back to brushing her hair.
The room was so plain, just four white walls, a four poster bed in the middle and a night stand near it. There was a tall dresser in the corner near the bathroom. I threw my bag on the floor and flew onto the bed, burying my face into the pillow.
Turning over, I stared at the ceiling and thought about what was going on back home. Did my parents even miss me? More than likely not. They hated me, why else send off your only daughter? My brother on the other hand, they adored him. Antoine Dubois, polished college boy attending UCLA, or at least, that's what they thought. In actuality, my brother did go to UCLA, but he definitely wasn't as sophisticated as they thought he was. He sat around and smoked weed all day with his roommates. Somehow he managed to still get high grade in his classes, which is how he's kept the facade up that he was the stuck up brat they raised him to be.
My parents didn't support my decision to go to art school once I finished high school, and I never wanted to attend the activities that they set up for me, like horse back riding and tennis. I wanted to take Tai Kwon Do and gymnastics. I refused to be snotty like the rest of the kids that I grew up with; I was different. My parents didn't like different, so they sent me away. I was something that they didn't want to deal with. To hell with them, I don't need them. I'll prove how successful I can be as an artist. My art displays have won first place prizes many times over, but guess who was never at the shows to know that? There was a knock on the door that knocked me out of my thoughts and I groaned, getting up to answer the door.
To my utter surprise, Huey Freeman was standing in front of me.
"Can I help you?" I asked, mocking him from earlier today. He smirked and stepped closer to me, making me step back. "Actually, yes you can. I heard that you can draw and well, I need help with a project."
"And just what makes you think that I'm going to help you, Mr. Freeman?"
"Simply because I said so." I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jazmine poking her head out of her room and glaring at me jealously. I decided to have a bit of fun. I backed him up against the wall and pushed my fingers into his full head of curls. Rolling my body against his, I put my lips against his ear and whispered, "I take orders from nobody."
Placing a kiss on the shell of his ear, I backed away from him and winked at Jazmine before walking back into my room, closing the door. The look on her face was priceless, and Huey was a little...turned on by my performance. "3...2...1." The door burst open and a red faced Jazmine walked up to me, practically foaming at the mouth. "Who do you think you are? You are such a little whore! You barely know him."
"I'm sorry, are you talking to me? I stopped listening after you walked into the room," I replied nonchalantly. "Ugh! Stay away from him, Soleil. He's mine!" "Oh really? I don't see 'Property of Jazmine Dubois' stamped on his forehead, nor do I care. Besides, he came to me, not the other way around." She stood there glaring and I just smirked at her before she huffed, throwing her hands in the air and storming out.
This might be fun after all.
Jazmine didn't say anything to me for the rest of the day, even through dinner when my aunt and uncle bombarded me with stupid questions about how I was adjusting to the new school. After dinner, I went back to my room and hopped in the shower, washing my hair, which put it back in it's curly state. I wanted to be different, I didn't want to be anything like Jazmine. She was one who conformed, couldn't handle her mixed status once she got older. I didn't care what others thought, I loved my curls, they were unruly and free like myself.
I pulled my hair back into a high puff and got into bed, pulling out my sketchbook and just began drawing. It ended up being Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas and by the time I was done, I was tired and drifted off to sleep.