Finding Sweetness (Sweet series) (2 page)

Ms. Bell smiled at
her; you did a great job welcome to our classroom Yazmine. Now if you will, please have seat by the young man seated next to the window his name Alton Laurenitis. Alton, would you please raise your hand so she will know which one you are?

He frowned, there are other seats there,” he pointed and there… could she not sit in one of those seats?

Alton she will sit next you and for that you will be her lab partner as well.

He
glared at Yazmine, he really did not want her to sit by him, if his father ever showed up; and saw her sitting with him he would probably flip out on him, his teacher and Yazmine and he did not want any harm to come to either of them. His dad may have thought he had taught him how to be a racist but his mother’s words still rang loud and clear in his head.

Yazmine sat down then leaned over to place he
r backpack against the wall next to his. Her perfume smoothly wisped up to his nose and he turned his head and closed his eyes memorizing it. When she sat up he opened his eyes and stared right at her, out of the corner of his eye Ms. Bell asked everyone to go around the room and introduce themselves to Yazmine, of course that took forever… by the time they made it back to him his palms were sweating. She looked at him and gave a warm smiled.

Alton
’s tongue felt thick. What was wrong with him? Get it together AJ stop acting like a wuss he said to himself. I’m Alton Laurenitis he said showing the brightest set of pearly whites Yazmine had ever seen. Her stomach fluttered. It’s nice to meet you Alton, the teacher coughed, oh… I mean all of you, sorry. Ms. Bell raised her eyebrow as if to say watch it or something. Hmm… she shook it off and opened her book. Boys should be the last thing on her mind. Back home she had friends that were either pregnant or already had one child and pregnant with number two, some had even had abortions; that would not be her, she glanced at her new lab partner… my, my , my he was a looker, however not even the handsome Alton would be able to sway her. She smiled at him then turned to face the front of the classroom. He had to establish a distance and a barrier between them now or else there would be no way he could make it through the year with sweetness here so close to him. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself and being that she was pigment challenged, one slip up and it would cripple his whole plan in deceiving his dad and the brotherhood that he wasn’t all about the white power BS. He leaned over to her and said… just so you know we will never be friends, buddies or pals. His words wiped the smile on her face away. Had she heard him correctly? This time she glared at him, excuse me she whipered? You heard me I hardly doubt anything is wrong with your ears. She glowered at him; I don’t want or need to be friends with you she said matter of factly. Good he sneered back, keep it that way, I don’t like your kind. My kind? Oh, that ate at her. He was either gay which was fine by her, to each its own on that one; or he was an f’ing raciest! She kept her composure but she was her mother’s daughter through and through and that meant this stuck up egotistical little snot nose jerk needed to be put in his place. She leaned in as close as she could get. She watched his eyes widen as she whispered “Are you gay? What the hell… No! I’m not gay! Well then he must be racist she thought. She went for “the let’s play stupid roll “and asked him why they couldn’t be acquaintances. She had plenty of those but no one she could really call a friend. Look he said clenching his teeth… he held up his swastika drawing so she could see it. That was plenty confirmation enough for her. Now it was time to return the favor. I can read you. You are a stuck up white boy probably pretending to be someone you are not. Your parents probably would die if you ever brought a black girl home because umm… let me guess, that was not how they were raised and neither were you; but let me tell you one thing, we all bleed red no matter what color we are, and whether you don’t like “my kind “or not I will continue  to be nice to you because you have probably never been with a black girl a day in your life, so honestly… you really don’t have a reason to not like just our kind nor do you have no reason not to like me! Huh I can tell by the look in your eyes that you’ve thought about it but was probably to chicken shit to do anything about it, know this… you couldn’t handle someone like me and so your right I don’t want or need to have you as a friend. That white power BS that was ingrained into your head is all a bunch of redneck racist lies to cover up  what I can guarantee  members of your group have and probably will always continue to stick there white dicks into black pussy. That’s why your white women want to keep their legs spread for a black man’s dick, so you keep that in mind when you are trying to sleep tonight. I hope it eats at you! Now run home and tell that! She smiled and straightened. Jeez, what was his deal? Alton’s jaw flexed, His boys were looking at him wondering why he was even holding a conversation with her and why the hell was he leaning so close her. Her smell was intoxicating to him. He had not even realized he had inched closer to her. Everything she had said was true, she had read clearly. Alton stood up Ms. Bell I need to use the restroom please. Hurry back she said giving him a puzzled look. Alton left and never came back because the bell rang a few minutes later. After class, two girls approached her and asked her to join them at their lunch table. I gladly accepted the invite and headed to the cafeteria with them. I’m Kim and this is Azari we started here about a month ago it’s not so bad. Kim pointed to six tables; you have your popular rich and or cheerleader girls, then you have your big bully girls, then you have your sports jocks, the nerds, band member squad, your skin heads and goths, then last but not least you now have the rest of us normal people; all three chuckled. She turned and stared at “the skin head table” because jerk face hotty in her science class that she’d sat next to was sitting at that skin head table. Darn… she knew why he had an attitude, being nice to him really may have gone straight out the door. However, she would try to be nice to him until he slipped up and said the “N-word” to her! Being called the N-word really didn’t bother her, she had every race color and creed in her family. Her family reunion was the color of a rainbow and then some. Her brother dated white girls, her aunt had biracial children, and her dad had a son from a previous marriage that was also biracial. When her eyes landed on him, he was staring at her as well. Her heartbeat sped up a little and she turned around. She looked back at her two new acquaintances; okay then… good to know she said. She would not dare allow him to see how affected she was by the look he’d just given her. The rest of their lunch they sat and half ate their lunches while laughing and talking. She liked them a lot. They liked the same things that she did, and that was an A+ in her book. The bell rang and they went their separate ways to go to their next class.

Alton watched the new girl walk out of the cafeteria
. When she passed him, he looked down at her rounded bottom and wondered what it would be like to rub his hands down it. Would it feel as soft as it looked? The few white girls he had been with all had big boobs and small butts. He had always liked a girls butt, sure breast were glorious but he liked the sounds of spanking a nice round butt. Yea… at age 12 he had been exposed to a lot thanks to his dad the fucker! Still he smiled to himself; he would keep that little tid bit to his self though. No one outside the brotherhood could know about his father pimping him out to every slut that had hung around the compound, he thought it would toughen him up, make him a man, however it just made him bitter and hate his ass even more. Shit, even if he wasn’t a so-called member of the brotherhood, someone like Yazmine wouldn’t even look at him if she knew the nasty things that he had done… that he continued to do. He was so fucked up in the head. He’d been in BDSM clubs since he was twelve. Grown women touching, and groping him while his father watched smiling, then sent him off to a dark dank room with a hand full of condoms and dared him to come out until every one of the condoms were used. His mother knew none of this or she would have surely put a shotgun to his father’s head and blown it off by now. He didn’t want his mother to know that her son was a whore. He wasn’t the only one that was being pimped out though. There were other boys in his group forced to do the same thing. He turned his head disgusted with his life. Damn he wished he could be normal.

Chapter Two

Two years later

After school was over
Yazmine proceeded to walk home as she did every day, on the way she stopped by the corner store to get her a drink. It was ninety degrees outside and hot as a sweating hooker in church on a Sunday morning. As she walked in, the coolness of the store hit her in the face and it felt fan-f’ing- tastic! She fanned her neck hoping to remove some of the sweat that had started too trickled down her shirt when she spotted the skinhead boys in the far corner where the drinks were. Why today of all days did they have to be standing there. As she approached, they all looked at her as she neared the cooler that held her choice of drink. Excuse me she said trying to maneuver around them with the exception of one. Alton stood tall, lean and fine as hell in front of her with his arms crossed and a look on his face that almost made her want to take a step back. Cautiously she said umm… do you mind handing me an apple juice please? They hadn’t spoken to each other in two years but she had noticed him eyeing her every chance he had, because she had been eyeing him as well. She should have been appalled by him being a Nazi, but for some reason she felt drawn to him. She searched his eyes for some kind of affection but found none. She should have known better, he would never show any sign that he cared in front of his boys. Alton unfolded his arms, he hated what he was about to do but his friends A.K.A members of the brotherhood , A.K.A children of the corn as he’d named them were staring him straight in the eyes, waiting to see what he would do. He closed himself off to all emotions and though he tried to be gentle he pushed her slightly and said get it yourself nigger! She stumbled and it took all he had not to grab after her to hold her steady. She caught her balance and whipped her head back around to him, and if looks could kill he’d surely be dead right now. She stepped up to him and even though he was much taller standing almost six feet to her five feet one she shoved him back and yelled… what did you call me? She could tell she caught him off guard by shoving him back; the pompous ass had not been stood up to often enough huh?  He righted himself and smiled a half smile then grabbed her by the hair. He winced remembering his father doing the same thing to his mother, he eased his grip up a lot; he didn’t want to hurt her he just wanted to scare enough to stay away from him. He turned and looked back at the children of the corn and without saying a word, they spread out making sure no one came to the back to see what was going on. His dad had control of this part of town and the manager was one of them as well. He took her to the back storage area where she clawed and kicked and tried to scream but he placed his hand over her mouth to quiet her so others shopping in the store would not hear her. Of course, she bit his hand. Ouch, damn it! Will you keep still he whispered in her ear!  She didn’t… get off me… help she screamed into the hand over her mouth. He opened the office door, shoved her through it, slammed the door, and locked it. She swung on him almost nailing him in the face had he not jerked back. She was a little spitfire! Damn he liked that! She swung again only this time he caught her hand cornered her and locked her arms behind her back, and pushed his chest up against her pert little breasts. Damn they felt good pressed up against his chest… quiet … listen to me. I am not going to hurt you. She tried to jerk free from him but failed. If you get quiet, I will let you go. She stilled then quietly said okay. Once he freed her arms, she stepped back. He prepared himself and waited for the blow. Then as expected, she hauled off and slapped the shit out of him. You asshole do not ever man handle me like that again! She rubbed her arms. Your crazy she yelled at him! He knew it was coming; you did not manhandle a woman and not expect some kind of retaliation back in return. He turned and rubbed his jaw; did you have to slap me? I did not really hurt you, you know! Oh really do you get off on man handling women because your too chicken shit to try that on boys your own age and size instead? His lips thinned he was no chicken; all the beatings that his father and the brotherhood had delivered on him had toughened him up if nothing else. He frowned, I’m no chicken, don’t assume you know me; but I am sorry for what I did to you, it was the only way to get you out of there without the rest of them joining in. Why? You know what I am, what my organization is all about. You mean your racist organization. Yea…that’s one way of looking at it. Seriously? You don’t look like the other skin heads. You don’t really believe that BS do you? He turned his head and thinned his lips again damn he hated to lie to her, for some reason what she thought mattered to him. Yes I do. Great, just great! She looked at him, why did you “get me out as you so called stated”? Look let’s just say I don’t agree with everything the Nazi’s say or do and believe me trying to overpower women is
defiantly
not of them. However the other boys out there do. They get off on it. Well… so what do you want a thank you? That would be nice; I saved your ass. My ass didn’t need saving, I can take care of myself! He leaned over and took a nice long look at her ass, oh I have no doubt that you can’t take care of that ass he said smiling, which by the way is a very fine ass, but I still think you needed my help. He walked up on her and she backed up against the wall. I’ll be just fine and stop looking at my ass, isn’t that some sort of sin in your community? Wouldn’t they deliver a beat down on you if they heard you say that? Placing his hands on each side of her head he leaned down almost touching her face, no you won’t be okay the Nazi’s are a ruthless group that will rape, beat, kill and bury you where no one will ever find you, and fuck what you heard about them not touching black girls. This is a new age and time. They rape and abuse them and disguard them as if they were trash, and yes, they probably would deliver a beat down as you put it on me if they knew I had feelings for you. She gasped. Then looking down, she quietly said you have feelings for me? The moment of truth had come… Fuck it he said to himself, he answered…You know I do. I have since the moment you walked into the classroom our 9
th
grade year. She glanced up at him then. I knew it because I felt the same way. She slowly but cautiously she bought her hands up to touch his lips with her fingers. He closed his eyes and kissed her fingertips. This was as close as he’d ever been to a black girl as far as actually touching one. He knew that this was all it would ever be though. He opened his eyes, she was looking at him with a need and want that he could not give her. As much as he wanted to, now was not the place nor the time for that. He stiffened. He could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Please don’t be brave right now. He looked down at her lips; damn he wanted to kiss her. For the last two years, she had been keeping her distance from him and his crew, which was wise of her. Although they had been science partners when they were freshmen they kept it strictly to that, but it was pure torcher for him; because everything she wore to school looked so good on her. Some days he couldn’t wait to see what she had on. They were seniors now, still why would she push her luck now? Someone pounded on the door. Hey man, it’s a little quite in there, what did you do tape her mouth shut? Let’s make her suck us all off then we can beat the shit out of her for disrespecting you. Another boy said oh hell no; I ain’t sticking my dick inside a niggers mouth that’s just nasty!  More banging preceded, come on man open the door. Alton looked back at her, unbutton your shirt a little, and take your hair down too. What? Shh. Just do it! I swear I won’t hurt you and I promise I will not let the others touch you. He cupped her cheek softly, please just this once trust me. What are you going to do to me? He pinched his nose please just do it. Her eyes narrowed, she was just about to say something when the banging got even louder. Damn it; open up Ray is coming! Alton looked torn, his eyes pleading with her. Yaz turned around and did as he said. He walked up behind her and tied a bandana around her mouth. He pinned her to the wall blocking her from their view as they all burst through the door then came to a screeching halt and just stood there with their mouths open. Alton had gently grabbed her hair and jerked her head back towards his chest. He looked back at his so-called friends and said do you mind I’m not through with her yet. Ha, ha… hell yea, one of the boys said. Let us help you with the little cunt! Na, I got this; he yanked her shirt off her shoulders. She tried to yell out through the bandana. Alton yanked the bandana from her mouth and lightly grabbed her cheeks saying scream again and I’ll put that mouth to good use! All of you can go to hell she spat. You, your racist community and anyone else that believes the bullshit you teach! Ray came forward and Alton blocked him from seeing her perfect breast… umm… body. No one would see her but him; a possessiveness came over him that shocked even him. Ray I got this man! Turn that little whore around. Shit…Alton only turned her face towards him. You keep your mouth shut. Ray pointed his finger in her face… before I he pointed a thumb at himself put that mouth of yours to good use! The hell he would Alton thought! He turned her head away from Ray; he could feel her body beginning to shake. Alton you had better make this black bitch hurt! If I see her, again in here alone Ray said with a smug smile, I’m going to bust all your teeth out and shove my cock down your black throat until you gag on it and fucking die bitch! At that moment Alton wanted to kill that motherfucker. Come on boys let Alton finish his business. He tapped Alton on the shoulder make it quick then dump the bitch somewhere far and let her ass walk home. If she tells anyone… it’s our word against hers. He whispered in his ear “I’ll edit the video tape just as a little insurance to make it look like she attacked you”. Alton nodded his head. Ray went out and locked the door behind him. Yaz yanked free, tugged her shirt back up, then with shaky hands buttoned it back up. How can you stand to be involved with members who would beat, rape and even kill people? She stopped buttoning her shirt and glared at him. Have you ever… she couldn’t say it. No, I have never killed anyone and you are the first black girl I have ever touched. Look… let’s get you home. He poked his head out to make sure the coast was clear then they headed for the back door when he stopped her. I will have to make it look like I have control of you when we exit okay. Ray has cameras outside this door. I’ll be gentle. She frowned and thinned her lips she didn’t like it one bit, but nodded her head. Hey, he tilted her chin up so she would look at him. I’m sorry, I truly am. I would never hurt you or any woman intentionally I swear. He rubbed his thumb across her lips then slid his arm around her waist and opened the door into the steaming afternoon sun.