“Nothing she didn’t want done. I didn’t make any promises to her.”
“You are so fucking cold, man,” says Nix, laughing.
I live in the lap of luxury, but I’m still dead inside. The saying ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ is the truest statement that I’ve ever heard. I live in a six-bedroom house with four and a half bathrooms, theater, wet bar, mudroom, wine cellar, gym, swimming pool, pool house, and a four-car garage.
“Fuck,” Nix whispers.
“Look how those titties bounce and sway,” says Dee with reverence in his voice like he’s in the presence of a fucking god.
I follow Dee’s line of vision… Cocoa has just arrived.
“Mom and Michael, I’m heading to the pool party,” I yell up the stairs to them.
“Okay honey, have a good time,” Mom replies.
“Make a lot of new friends,” Michael adds.
I’ll be arriving late to the pool party because I suggested to Mary that I train todayso on Tuesday after school, I can just jump right into my responsibilities. I’m a quick learner.
I hop into my red Ford Focus. I type the address that Michael gave me into my cell phone’s GPS. Once I get a sense of where I’m going, I start the ignition and drive off.
I decided to wear my head-turning red bikini. I paired it with black shorts, my black and red cover-up, and black flip-flops. I pulled my box braids into a high ponytail. I’m wearing my favorite sterling silver hoop earrings.
In twenty minutes, I turn left onto the road leading to Maverick’s house. When I round a curve, a magnificent house appears.
“Wow.”
This house is twice the size of Michael’s. There is a two-tiered balustrade porch on the front of the house. Maverick is most likely the most popular boy at Montgomery Academy, the prince. I park my car behind the last one on the long driveway. I knock on the front door but no one answers, so I try the doorknob to find it unlocked. I follow the music to the back of the house through the kitchen.
I open the sliding door and step outside. Lounge chairs, tables, and large umbrellas to provide shade against the sun are stationed around the large rectangular pool. There are a lot of students here. Some are sitting on lounge chairs, while others are in the pool. Alcohol and drugs are going around freely. I’m not surprised. I’m not new to this. I walk over to the first unoccupied lounge chair. I take off my cover-up and shorts and slide out of my flip-flops.
I survey the faces around me. I’ll find Maverick so that he can make introductions. When I spot him, he’s with black and red hair guys. They’re engaged in conversation. He knows those assholes.
Great.
I walk over to them.
“Hi Maverick,” says Cocoa.
My fucking God.
She has to be a siren—the sight of her amazes me. Cocoa’s wearing a skimpy red bikini. My eyes travel from her full lips to her bikini top that barely contains her plump breasts, to her slightly round stomach, and then to her inviting thick thighs. The people around us go silent. No doubt the fuckers are wondering who she is to me.
“Who said you could speak to me?” I want to know how far I can push her. Will she run away crying, or rise to the challenge?
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, mutt.”
“Mutt?”
I’m referring to her biracial status.
She’s getting pissed now. That’s right, baby, give me your hate and your anger… that’s what I want.
“You don’t belong here,” I say. “In fact, you don’t belong anywhere. You’re not black or white. What you are is an abomination.”
“I know where the fuck I belong and it’s standing right next to you.”
