I headed down to Janice's house, I knew she'd have something to say about me breakin' up with Richard but I didn't care. My mind kept flashin' back to that white boy for some strange reason. His perfect blond hair, those tempting blue eyes and that muscular body. I bit down on my lip and mentally slapped myself. Wha' in tha hell are you thinking, Jane? You can't be crushin' on a white boy! My head screamed at me, but my heart wasn't buying it. I shook my head trying to drop those thoughts. A few minutes later and I ended up on Janice's porch.
Her house was a little bit bigger than Richards, but not much and my house was the size of both of 'em combined. I walked up the steps then slipped my Mary Janes back on, my feet were horribly dirty now. After knocking on Janice's door, she appeared lookin' mighty happy and I smiled. She greeted me warmly with a hug and welcomed me in.
"Hey, Jane, what are you doin' back so early?" she asked, shutting the door and crossing her arms. She gave me a confused look. Janice was one of 'em who thought me and Richard went 'good' together. She was even the one who got us together, she'd be plenty upset when she heard we done broken up.
I inhaled as deeply as I could, clutchin' my dress and looked at her.
"Uh, we done kinda...uh... parted." I told her, truthfully.
Avoidin' Janice's death glare best I could, I looked around at her prideful home. The tall walls were plastered wit' beige an' white designs, twirlin' and twistin' all over the place. Around the bottom, some of the interestin' wallpaper was peelin away. Janice had lived in this ole house her whole life, and it showed. Her furniture sagged from bein' in use so much and the once yellow color, was way gone. In the front, facin' them ole furnitures was a small table for something called a "Television" that Janice said she was gone get. I thought she was a little bit loony, cuz what in the world is a Television?
It smelt like burnt hair and oil spray in here since I first done stepped in and I highly regretted inhaling so hard. Janice was mighty pretty and she knew it. She had long 'nough hair foe a negro so that it reached a little bit above her shoulders.
I bit down on my lip and took my jacket off, placin' it on the wooden rack.
"I left him, he wan't no good." I replied, slipping my jacket off and hanging' it on the wooden rack. I braced myself for Janice's reaction.
"Are you jokin' me?! Do you know how long it took me to get ya'll two togtha'?" Janice screeched, putting her hands on my shoulders and given me a good shakin'. Suddenly Margret appeared out of Janice's room holding some book in her hans'. She shook out her hair and looked at us. I han't even knew Margret ditched, she was too much a goody- goody. Margret also ain't never had no boyfriend. Thas my goal, to get her a boy thas gone be good to her.
"Whas goin' on out here?" Margret asked, slidin' her glasses up her slender nose.
"This goon ducked out on Richard! After all I done did." Janice snapped back, waving her arms an' sitting on the old furniture.
Margret laid her book on the small stool where the "television' was gone be. She shot me a concernin' look.
"Hey, you 'right? Did tha' jerk touch you?" She asked, walkin' over to me an' observin' me. Me and Maggie had a special sort of relationship that me an' Janice would never be able to obtain. She knew me inside an' out, she knew when I wan't feeling good or when somethin' had gone wrong jus' from one glance. I had to say I'd always been closer to Maggie then Janice.
I nodded, lookin' away. "Yes'm. I'm just fine, thank you kindly for asking." I stated, bitin' my lip-glossed lip. Damn, I seemed to doin' lots of that lately.
Maggie wasn't buyin' tha', however, she clicked her tongue and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Tell me everythin' tha' happened. Now!" Maggie giggled, runnin' over to me excitedly.
So I did, every single thing. Well, 'cept tha white boy. They wouldn't really fancy that at'all.
After I was done, Maggie looked mighty bored and Janice looked sad.
"Damn it, I really though he mighta been the one. I'm sorry, bud." She sighed, runnin' her fingers through her hair.
"Fine, jus' do me one favor?" I asked, parting my lips and tightenin' the bow on my dress.
"Anythin'. You know tha'!" Janice replied, sittin' up slightly on the sad chair.
"Don't match me, with no one no more! Got it?" I asked, joking and slappin' her lightly on the arm.
She grinned an' nodded.
After that, Janice, Margret and I sat 'round togther joking and laughing and havin' a good ole time. We braided each others hair an' painted our nails. Then we talked about our favorite singers and actors.
"I love Billie Holiday with my whole heart! I do jus' bout anythin' to get tickets." I screamed, turnin' up her song 'Me Myself and I' and hummin' to it.
"Me too!" Janice said.
I smiled and blew at my dark red nails tha' still weren't dry.
"Did ya'll know we got invited to a mixer party?" Maggie asked, lookin' shyly at the both of us.
Confusion crossed our faces, and I shook my head.
"No I didn't. But wha' in the heck is a 'mixer party'?" Janice seemed to be gettin' a bit to excited, I noted as I observed her leanin' in closer to Maggie.
"Wells, I heard it's a party with blacks-and whites! How loony is that?" Maggie exclaimed, clutchin' her book tigther to her chest.
Tha' was the most stupidest thing I done ever heard! Everyone knew blacks and whites togtha' in one room could cause loads of problems real quick, but a whole party? It was ridiculous.
"Thas' so dumb, I could laugh!" I joked, waving my fingers in the air to get them dry.
"Who knows, it might be fun!" Janice added, smilin' heavily.
I groaned and looked up at the dingy ceiling fan tha' was wobblin' and twirlin', providin' us with cool air.
"When is it anyways?" I asked, not really carin'.
"Tomorrow!" Maggie, jittered.
Them two was glanicin' at me hopefully, and I really didn't wanna let em' down. Buh' at the same time I didn't wanna go.
"Please, Jane! Yous don't even gotta stay tha' whole time! Please?" Janice exclaimed, clutchin' my han' mighty tightly. Maggie nodded slightly and I rolled my eyes. This would be her first party. Ever.
"Wells, fine. I suppose. But only for an hour! Got it?" I squealed, smilin' excitedly, for their sake.
"Yes'm! Thank ya' kindly!" Maggie shrieked, jumpin' up to Janice's closet.
"Whateva'." I sighed, lookin' over my finally dried nails.
The rest of the time I was with em', we mostly talked about the party an' what we was gone wear and sometimes even 'bout boys. Maggie talked 'bout her long-time crush Jerry Carl, while Janice went over a numba' over men. Janice had so many crushes/boyfrans' at a time, she had to numba em' sometimes. Once they asked me if I had my eye on anyone now tha' I had left Richard, but I couldn't tell em' who. Why, you ask?
'Cause I'd be shot if they knew I was attracted to the blonde boy with tha' beautiful blue eyes. Thas' why.
Omg, heyyy!(: So I am SO SO SO sorry I took forever to write this but school/finals/basketball has been taking over my life recently so I didn't have much time. Yeah, this chapter didn't have Robert's point of view and it was short but the next chapter will be much much longer because it will have the party and robert's POV in it. So, fan/vote/ comment and I will return the favor. I love you guysss, byee <3