Author: love2daydream PM
Getting partnered up for a project with Chris was okay. My racist parent’s asking me about it made it worse. His familys obvious caution made it suck. Well, at least for a little while.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,644 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 06-27-10 - Published: 04-16-10 - id: 5901817
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I approached Chris after class. I wanted to get this project finished with as soon as possible. Hopefully I could finish this project in the first couple of months so I could avoid ridicule at having to work with Chris and my parent's wouldn't need know about it. Greg was standing next to Chris and as I approached the two, Greg shaking Chris's arm in excitement as soon as he caught sight of me.
"Hi Jane." Greg grinned at me before sticking his hand out. "I'm Greg." I stared at his hand, reaching out slowly to shake his hand. He held on longer than was polite and I cursed the fact my parent's taught me manner's. When I was finally able to remove the leech, I turned towards Chris. He was, after all, the reason I was here.
"I want to get the project finished as quickly as possible." I stated simply, and perhaps a little rudely. He blinked and I could tell by the look on his face he was trying to figure out how to take it. An insult or not.
"Um, sure." He shook his head slowly. "We can start working right away if you want. We can work here at the school library, and over the weekend we can go to each other's house's." An image of me introducing my parent's to Chris entered my head and I could see my Dad pulling the shot gun out already. Defiantly not good.
"We couldn't work at my house. We're having renovations done." I lied. Anything to keep him away. "I want to start working tomorrow. We can meet in the library, okay? After school?" He blinked again.
"Okay." I turned around and walked away, and heard them whispering to each other as I rounded the corner.
"Dude you are so in there!" Greg told Chris. In where? I wondered.
"So, what do you like to do in your free time?" I removed my eye's from the text of the book I was flipping though, to glance at Chris. He was tapping a pencil on the table, a book open in front him but he wasn't looking at it, eye's focused on me. I rolled my eye's.
"Nothing." Lie. I liked to read. I scanned a chapter in the book called 'Plate Techtronic's' "How about this?" I asked him, sliding the book towards him. His lip curled up slightly and he shrugged his shoulder's. I pulled the book back to me, switching it out with a English book.
"What kind of music are you into?" He asked and I rolled my eye's again. He really should be looking for the topic of our project. What a big help he was.
"I don't like music." Lie. I liked anything really. He turned his head away, surprised once again by my hard tone, and pretended to read the book. My pride refused to let me apologize and I didn't fight it too hard. I just didn't care enough to make an effort to, anyway.
"How about this?" Chris pushed a book into my face. I glanced at the title. 'World Religion's.' I flipped though the pages of the book watching as names were flashed past my eye's. Christianity, Judaism, Muslim, the list went on and on.
"Religion's?" I muttered. I looked up at him for more explanation, and he nodded.
"Yeah, we can talk about the difference's and how all the religions intervene with each other." I pursed my lips slightly, before nodding slowly. It was a fine idea. I was actually a bit surprised.
"Okay." I agreed, writing on our project paper next to the word 'Topic' World Religions. I began to flip though the book, while looking at the schedule Ms. Morello had handed out. We were a week ahead of where we were suppose to be. Excellent.
"Do you have any brother's or sisters?" Chris tried again and I sighed. Couldn't he give up already. I looked up at him and observed how awkward he looked, his arm's on the table, hand's tightened into fist's. I looked up at him, my pink lips turning into a straight line. I turned back to the book, and I could practically hear his disappointment.
"No." Truth. He gave a small 'oh' at my quick answer before he began to talk again.
"I have a brother and sister. I'm the oldest," He continued until I stood up, collecting my item's into my bag. I showed him the book.
"I'm going to check out this book. I know they have another book exactly like it, so I advise you to get it." I put my bag on, though it was more like a purse, and walked toward the Liberian. Chris followed, much like a small puppy.
"You're leaving so soon?" He asked a tone of disappointment, filling out his voice. He was being disappointed quite a bit. I handed the Liberian my book, and stared at the boy. He was so odd looking. Or maybe it was the simple fact that I had grown up around the same white people. His hair was so weird and puffy compared to the usual flat hair I was familiar with. And his lips. Sure I knew some people who had large lips but not in the same way he did.
"Yes. We got what we needed done, done." I answered him. "Why would I stay?" He shuffled his feet as I placed the book in my bag. He stuck his hand's in his pockets. How awkward. I mean sure, most boy's my age were but not as often as Chris seemed to be.
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to get some pizza or something…..?" He trailed off and looked at the ground, occasionally looking up. A date? Sure he hadn't come straight out and said it, but it held the same meaning. I should have seen it coming, I knew the signs. I rolled my eye's.
"Like I said before, you should check out the other book. Read the chapter's about Christianity, we'll start working on that first." I turned back to look at him, and he shivered. At what? My coldness? If it was any other boy beside's him, I probably would have been more polite. But he seemed to bring the worse out in me. I felt like my parent's. "I'll see you tomorrow." I turned away and left the library, but not before I heard a small 'bye' from him. There was that tone again.
I began to walk home and sighed at my earlier thought. I felt like my parent's. The racism? Was that the reason I was so cruel to him? The reason why I felt like it didn't matter how rude or offensive I was to him? I frowned before biting my lip. My god. I was an absolute bitch.
I shook my head and stared up at the sky. Did I really have to be that rude to him? Hold the same kind of fear my parent's did? Sure, I didn't have to be friends with him, but I could at least be civil right? I walked the rest of the way home, my decision made.
To be civil to Chris Rock. There was nothing wrong with that was there?
A/N: Hey guys :3 I had actually finished this chapter earlier but then I rewrote it xP I als fixed mistakes in the first chapter, so you can go back and look at how much better it is.
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