MAYA

Triflin' ass hoe.

Wit' her cheap ass spray tan.

Stupid ass, look orange as all get out.

Orangutan lookin' ass.

Nigga was probably that orange monkey in the movie Planet of the Apes.

The hallway became a blur as I continued to speed to my destination. I was on a mission to beat this bitch's ass. Turning the corner, I noticed a few students lingering in the hallway. A group of students close by were resting on the floor, with their backs against their lockers. A young boy with curly ginger hair was distributing a piece of his browny to the group. The ginger-haired boy slowly glanced up noticing my presence.

Immediately, I recognized this boy as Miles. His emerald eye's greeted mine, although one of his irises lazily wandered elsewhere. "Maya Baby!" He greeted. His lips stretched into a sloppy smile exposing his platinum grill. He just got this grill last week, bragging about it to the whole school. He thinks it looks 'sexy' but it honestly makes me cringe.

This nigga is high as fuck. I bet you that browny is an edible.

Walking over to Miles and his group I retorted, "I'm not yo baby."

"Man..." He laughed while his eyes wandered all over my body. Licking his lips he continued, "Maya why you playin' games? Let me get some of that chocolate." Rolling my eyes I notice some of his friends checkin' me out too. A couple of whistles were followed after. Why did I even come over here?

"Miles I don't know how many times I have to tell yo crack headed ass. I don't want you."

"You sayin' you don't want me, yet you talkin' to me."

"That doesn't mean I want yo nasty ass." I snapped earning him another eye roll.

"Keep rollin' yo eyes baby girl. That shit's sexy as fuck. I like a chocolate queen with attitude. What you tryna turn me on for Maya? If you wanted this D, you could of just asked." He teased while grabbing his sack and biting his lip. At this point, all I saw was red. What is up with these white people testing my patience today?

"Alright, that's it." I fumed while taking my hoops off and tucking them in my back pocket. Looks like I gotta whop another bitch's ass today. Right as I was about to lunge for Miles, a firm arm gripped my waist pulling me back. I was being dragged away from a snickering Miles which pissed me off.

"Let me go heffa!" I screamed while scratching at the person's arm. Miles and his friends laughs echoed throughout the hall. "Oh, you think this is funny asshole? Wait till I break free and we'll see who really gon be laughin' in a minute!"

"Bro Maya chill." A calm husky voice pleaded. I immediately recognized the individual holding me back. It was no other than Mason's sexy ass. Although Mason's iron grip prevented me from doing anything, I continued to fight for my freedom. "Maya, would you just stop? You're making a scene." He begged. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a group of white girls walk past us. Slowing their pace, they looked between me and Miles' group, assessing the scene occurring. They continued to glance at me and Mason's grip around my waist. If they look my way one more time they gon' catch these hands too.

I heard one of the blond chicks whisper to her friends, "So ghetto," while looking at me.

"What was said?" I snapped at the group of girls. They continued to laugh as I struggled under Mason's grip. "Y'all can catch these hands too. Keep playin wit' me! I am not the one!"

"Period boo! Go off Maya! Tell these bitches what's what." Miles cheered attempting to back me up. I shot him a menacing glare. "Miles keep yo white ass over there! All y'all lucky Mason strong-headed ass is keepin' me from beatin' all y'all asses."

"Aww baby girl, I was just tryna support you. Why you gotta be like that." Miles teased. I tried lunging at him again, but Mason's ass is too strong. Hulk grip headed ass. Damn!

"This gon' be my last time tellin' you this Miles. I don't want yo crack-headed white-trash lookin' ass! Get that through yo thick skull. I don't fuck wit' y'all white psychos."

"Psycos?" The blond from earlier spoke. "Take a look in the mirror. You're the one -"

"Bitch shut yo ass up! Who the fuck was talkin' to you? Get yo attention seekin' off-brand Barbie-from-the-Dolla-Stow lookin' ass outta here!" I retaliated. Miles and his friends were laughing up a storm. Even a few chuckles from Mason echoed in my ears. Mason's arm loosed and I took this as an opportunity to escape. Mason caught on to my plan causing my mission to fail. He tightened his grip on me once again. This time he pulled me against his chest. My butt accidentally collided with his crotch, but I wasn't complaining. I know he was conscious of my butt against his crotch, yet he still didn't move me.

A smile emerged on my lips. Wait why am I smiling? It's just Mason....wit' his fine ass. No Maya! You don't like white boys remember.

"I'm so sick of you ghetto -" She started before I attempted to lunge at her again. This time Mason pulled me back further. I was cursing up a storm while Mason dragged me in the opposite direction. We ended up turning a corner. Mason opened a random door and lead us into a dark room. The sound of the door locking interrupted my ranting. Silence filled the air. The only sound that could be heard was my ragged breathing.

"You can let go of me now Mason."

"Can I?"

It went silent again. He was probably right because I was planning on racing back out there as soon as he released me.

"Where are we?" I questioned and felt one of Mason's arm's raise. Suddenly, light filled the room. The light was pretty dim, but it shone enough to identify this room as a janitor's closet.

"Really Mason?" He turned my body around, but still kept his grip around my waist. I was face to face with his chest. Tall ass. Tilting my neck up, I glanced at his eyes which were already boring into mine. It's hard not to get lost into those gorgeous ocean eyes. His long dark lashes were to die for. Mason's dark brown hair was a little disheveled, but it just made his look sexier. He licked his full rosy lips causing my knees to go weak.

"You can't keep doing this Maya." He breathed while I rested both of my hands on his chest. We were close enough that I felt his breath hitch. His grip loosened again, but I didn't attempt to escape from his arm. Mason ended up wrapping his other arm around my waist as well.

"Doing what?" I inquired although I knew what he was referring too. He sent me a stern 'don't act stupid' look.

"You can't keep fighting people every time they make you mad. One of these days you're going to get expelled. Then what?" He coxed. "Plus, I don't wanna lose you." He added quietly sending me into shock.

"Y-you don't wanna lose me." I stutter, but it sounds more like a question.

Did he just say that? The Mason King: Soccer and Football captain, one of the most popular boys in school, straight-A student, rich as fuck, 'white boy'.....just say that to a ghetto hood rat.

To me? The Maya Anderson: A girl with issues, can't control her mouth, probably has nothing going for her future, fights like a man, and is a black girl (A black dark-skinned girl at that. Matter of fact a black dark-skinned girl with 4C hair at that.) Actually scratch that because my 4C curls be poppin'. 4C hair is the shit Maya and you've got a lot of it! Why am I talking to myself?

Anyway's the moral of this internal conversation is that he can't care about me. It's not normal for him to care about a girl like me. He's lying. He wouldn't care if I got expelled. So what's Mason's game? What does he want from me? After being I guess you can say 'friends' since freshman year, what is he getting at? What is his plan? I've gotta figure it out soon before he hurts me in the process.

Mason clears his throat while unconsciously scratching the back of his neck. He does this when he's nervous.

"You're cute when you're nervous," I confessed. Did I just say that out loud? Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! I don't know if I was just seeing things because of the dim light, but Mason's cheeks just turned slightly red.

"And you're sexy when you're mad." He complements. Thank God I have enough melanin in my skin to hide my blush. A nervous giggle escapes my lips.

"What's yo game Mason?"

"Game?" He raises a questioning eyebrow. One of his hands attempts to fix my frizzy hair which is currently in a messy bun. My hair probably looks a mess right now.

"Y-yes game," I stutter from his distracting hands. "Like this. Fixing my hair. Holding me like this. The flirting. What is yo angle? Stop actin' like you like me or somethin'."

"Well maybe I'm not acting and there's no angle Maya." He professes causing me to smack my lips.

"Boy please. You know you don't want me. All the girls you've ever dated have been dem preppy skanky white hoes. I'm not even yo type." I explain. Mason's eyes pierce into mine but something's off. The way he's looking at me reminds me of the way my dad use to look at my mom. There's so much compassion.....so much lov -

No not love. Mason doesn't love me....and I don't love him. We're too different and the world wouldn't allow it. Yet, every time I'm with him I can't help but feel butterflies. I can't help the chill that runs down my spine. I can't help the excitement I feel every time he touches me, looks at me or is even near me. I can't help getting lost in those ocean eyes. I can't help the way those full rosy lips look so kissable. Almost as if they're calling me. God, I sound like one of these thirsty white bitches. This needs to stop.

"How do you know what I want and don't want? A-a-and maybe my type has changed. Maybe I want something different. May -"

"Mason stop." I interrupted breaking our eye contact. I decided to stare at the floor instead. Suddenly, fingers softly grip my chin. Mason tilts my head up to look at him again.

"What are you afraid of?" His husky voice questions.

"I not afraid of anything." I snap earning a chuckle from Mason. He exposes his pearly white teeth causing him to look sexier. Damnnnnn. How is it possible for him to be so gorgeous.

"In that case..." Mason breathed before tilting his head closer to mine. Our lips were centimeters apart. No Maya! Don't do it! I know I shouldn't kiss him, but I want to. It's like my brain and heart were having a battle. My heart might be winning at the moment.

Mason releases his grip on my waist and unwraps his arms as well. He grabs my hands that are still resting on his chest. He wraps my arms around his neck causing me to move even closer to him (if that's even possible). Mason then wraps his arms back around my waist.

He licks his full luscious lips again and I think I'm in a trance. I can't take my eyes off them. Closing the gap between us, Mason brushes my lips once. Don't do it Maya.

Tilting my head back an inch, I gave our faces some space. "I-I don't kiss white boys," I stammer causing Mason to smirk. I can't help but stare at his rosy lips again.

"Then it's a good thing I'm not white." He muttered.

"Which is why I can't do this." I announce while moving out of Mason's hold and breaking our 'little moment.'

Now you may be wondering: What is Mason talking about? Well, ya see....Mason's actually a nigga. He's just one of those niggas' that looks white (or could pass for white) but is still a nigga. Now, no one (and when I say no one I mean no one) know's that this boy is a nigga. I found out by mistake, but that's a story for a different day. Moral of the story is that's Mason's dirty little secret.

Mason stares at me with annoyance. "So you're afraid." He proclaims.

"I told you I'm not afraid."

"Then why won't you kiss me Maya? Why are you being a coward?"

"First of all ain't nobody a coward, hypocrite. The only coward in this room is you. I'm not the one hiding my identity. I'm not the one who's afraid to show the world that I AM BLACK. I'm not cowering behind my 'privilege.' How can you expect this," I gesture between the both of us, "To be something when you don't even want to be black. Newsflash Mason, I'm black. Aren't you scared about what people might say if we started dating? Would you try to hide me? Would I be an embarrassment?" I demand waiting for an answer but receive silence.

"Thought so. That's probably why we're in this janitor's closet. Right? Because you don't want to be seen with me. The 'ghetto black girl' might ruin your white image right?"

"Maya, that's not why we're in this closet and you know it."

"No I don't. Tell me Mason. Why are we in here?"

"I was trying to prevent your butt from getting expelled! The closet seemed like the best plan at that moment. Why were you trying to fight Mrs. Williams anyway?"

"How the hell you find out about that? You know what never mind. Don't try to change the subject!"

"Oh my God Maya! Why do you have to be so difficult? Like damn."

"Oh I'm being difficult. Bitch get the fuck outta here wit' that mess. Talkin 'bout I'm difficult. Man, nigga suck my dick!"

"You know what," Mason scoffed. " I'm done. I don't know why I even try with you." He retorted while turning to leave.

"Yeah go on and leave. Go hide from yo problems since that's the only thing you good at anyways." I scowled. Mason's back stiffened, but he didn't turn to look at me.

"And you go and be the angry black ghetto hood rat the school claims you to be." He fumed while opening the janitor's door and slamming it in my face.

"Fuck you Mason." I screamed. My body was shaking. I can't believe he said that! He's never said anything like that to me before. Did I go too far? I must of really pissed him off this time. No! No! I'm not in the wrong! His white ass is. Fuck him! I don't need him anyways...I think.

Suddenly my phone goes off signaling a message. Checking the screen, I notice a text from Zuri.

Zuri: Meet me in Mrs. A's room. I'm done with this school. 😡😡😡

My fingers move across my keyboard.

Maya: Girl I've been done wit' this school since freshman year.

Ashanti: Zuri what happened?

Zuri: I'll tell y'all in the room. Shanti tell your mom she's in for a treat.

Unexpectedly, the bell rings signaling that my third our class is over. Fuck this school.