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When Sophie arrived at school, she couldn't wait to see her boyfriend, Jordan. He was her first love and everything about him made her happy. She had been waiting for weeks for their make-up sex after he had dumped her over a stupid argument.
As soon as she saw him, she ran towards him, jumping into his arms. He picked her up and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately. She could feel his hard bulge pressing against her.
"I missed you so much, babe," he said, nuzzling her neck.
"Me too, baby," she replied, planting a kiss on his lips.
Sophie led him to her room where they undressed each other, enjoying the sensation of their skin against each other. They made passionate love on her bed, with Jordan pleasuring her orally.
Sophie was enjoying herself immensely when suddenly, Jordan stopped.
"What's wrong, baby?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Jordan looked her in the eye and said, "I can't do this anymore."
Sophie was stunned. "Why not?" she asked. "We love each other. What changed?"
Jordan took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Sophie. But I'm not ready to be with someone who looks so different from me."
Sophie felt like her world had been shattered. She had never thought that Jordan would leave her because of her race. She had always considered him the most accepting person she knew.
"You mean you can't handle my brown skin?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jordan took her hand and said, "I'm here for you, Shelby. Always."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, Jordan." She paused and then said, "But I'm not ready to tell anyone yet. I don't want them to worry about me or feel like they need to take care of me."
Jordan nodded. "I understand. I just wanted you to know that you can talk to me if you ever need to."
Shelby smiled. "Thanks, Jordan. I appreciate it."
They continued to walk in silence for a few more minutes until they arrived at the cafeteria. They went inside and grabbed some food before finding an empty table. Jordan sat across from her and they began to eat in comfortable silence.
After a while, Shelby broke the silence. "So what are you going to do now that finals are over?"
Jordan shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'll have to figure that out when the time comes."
Shelby laughed. "Yeah, same. It seems like we've been preparing for these exams forever."
"I know," Jordan said. "Finals week is always stressful."
"Well, hopefully the break will help us all relax and recharge."
"Definitely," Jordan agreed. "How about you? What are your plans for the summer?"
Shelby thought for a moment. "I'm not sure yet. I was thinking of taking some classes at the community college to try and get ahead in my studies, but I'm not sure how that would work since I already have a full schedule here."
"Oh yeah, I forgot that you're already taking AP classes," Jordan said. "That must be tough."
"It's not bad," I said. "I like the challenge. And I get to learn a lot. Plus, if I do well on the exams and get college credit for it, it can save me money in the long run."
"Yeah, but there's more to high school than just academics, right?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "I like sports and music and clubs and all that stuff too."
"So what kind of stuff do you like?" Jordan asked.
"Well, I play soccer," I said. "And I'm in the marching band. And I like hanging out with my friends too."
"Sounds fun," Jordan said. "You know, I used to play soccer too. It was my favorite sport when I was younger. But then I started getting really serious about music, so I had to stop playing soccer."
"That's too bad," I said. "Music is definitely awesome. So what kind of music do you play?"
"I play guitar and piano," Jordan said. "I've been playing for a few years now. Do you play anything?"
"Not really," I said. "I tried piano once but didn't like it. Maybe I'll give it another shot though."
"If you ever want to jam or something, let me know," Jordan said. "We could start a band or something."
"That sounds like fun," I said. "But we'd have to find some other people too."
"Yeah, that would be cool," Jordan said. "I always thought it'd be awesome to start a real band."
"Well, maybe one day we can make it happen," I said. "For now, let's focus on school and sports and having fun."
"You're right," she said. "I'm just worried that if he doesn't get help soon, he might make a mistake he can't fix."
"I know," I said. "But we can't do anything about it until he's ready. Maybe he needs some time to work through his feelings on his own."
"I hope so," she said. "Because if he hurts someone or himself...well, I don't know what I'd do."
"Let's try not to think about it," I said. "We'll talk to him when he's ready."
We finished our ice cream and went back inside. Mom was reading in her chair by the window, and Dad was watching a baseball game on TV. I asked Mom for a ride to Alex's house later that night, and she agreed.
As I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what Alex had said. He wasn't kidding when he said he was considering suicide. That was terrifying. It made me realize how much we all needed to step up and support him. We needed to be there for him, no matter what.
But how? I didn't know where to start. And I didn't want to pressure him into talking if he didn't feel like it.
I turned off the light and closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. But as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Chapter 18
The next day at school, Alex was quiet and withdrawn. He didn't say much in class, and when he did speak, it was in a low voice. I tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn't look at me. He just continued on, with a slow, sad shuffle.
I felt terrible.
This was the fourth time I had seen him this week. It wasn't that he was unwell or anything, it was just that his parents were separating. The first time I saw him, his dad had taken him out for ice cream to try and make things better. When I saw him again, they were fighting in front of him. And now, here he was, looking so sad and alone.
I couldn't believe it. His parents had been married for over twenty years. They had two kids, who were both in college. They had a nice house and good jobs. How could they possibly split up?
When I got home from school, I tried to talk to my own parents about it. But they just laughed it off like it was no big deal.
"It happens all the time these days," my dad said. "People grow apart. Sometimes they can't work it out."
But it didn't feel like that to me. It felt like a betrayal. Like someone had broken into your house while you were sleeping and stolen everything that was important to you.
I asked my mom if she thought my friend's parents would ever get back together. She just shook her head and said, "Who knows?"
I couldn't believe how callous they were being. My friend was a great kid. He didn't deserve this.
"Well, I'm going to help him anyway," I said, as I got ready for bed. "He needs someone to talk to."
I knew I couldn't make everything better for him. But maybe just being there for him would make a difference. Maybe if he knew someone cared, it would help him cope.
The next day at school, I went straight to his locker and found him
reading a book. He was wearing the same shirt as the day before.
I asked him if he had slept well. He said he had, and that he
was looking forward to playing soccer with his team that night.
I said, "Good, I'm glad you feel better." And then, without thinking, I added, "You know, if you ever need to talk about anything, you can come to me."
He looked up from his book and smiled. "Thanks," he said. "I appreciate that."
I left it at that, feeling like I had done something small but meaningful for my friend.
When Sophie arrived at school, she couldn't wait to see her boyfriend, Jordan. He was her first love and everything about him made her happy. She had been waiting for weeks for their make-up sex after he had dumped her over a stupid argument.
As soon as she saw him, she ran towards him, jumping into his arms. He picked her up and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately. She could feel his hard bulge pressing against her.
"I missed you so much, babe," he said, nuzzling her neck.
"Me too, baby," she replied, planting a kiss on his lips.
Sophie led him to her room where they undressed each other, enjoying the sensation of their skin against each other. They made passionate love on her bed, with Jordan pleasuring her orally.
Sophie was enjoying herself immensely when suddenly, Jordan stopped.
"What's wrong, baby?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Jordan looked her in the eye and said, "I can't do this anymore."
Sophie was stunned. "Why not?" she asked. "We love each other. What changed?"
Jordan took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Sophie. But I'm not ready to be with someone who looks so different from me."
Sophie felt like her world had been shattered. She had never thought that Jordan would leave her because of her race. She had always considered him the most accepting person she knew.
"You mean you can't handle my brown skin?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jordan took her hand and said, "I'm here for you, Shelby. Always."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, Jordan." She paused and then said, "But I'm not ready to tell anyone yet. I don't want them to worry about me or feel like they need to take care of me."
Jordan nodded. "I understand. I just wanted you to know that you can talk to me if you ever need to."
Shelby smiled. "Thanks, Jordan. I appreciate it."
They continued to walk in silence for a few more minutes until they arrived at the cafeteria. They went inside and grabbed some food before finding an empty table. Jordan sat across from her and they began to eat in comfortable silence.
After a while, Shelby broke the silence. "So what are you going to do now that finals are over?"
Jordan shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'll have to figure that out when the time comes."
Shelby laughed. "Yeah, same. It seems like we've been preparing for these exams forever."
"I know," Jordan said. "Finals week is always stressful."
"Well, hopefully the break will help us all relax and recharge."
"Definitely," Jordan agreed. "How about you? What are your plans for the summer?"
Shelby thought for a moment. "I'm not sure yet. I was thinking of taking some classes at the community college to try and get ahead in my studies, but I'm not sure how that would work since I already have a full schedule here."
"Oh yeah, I forgot that you're already taking AP classes," Jordan said. "That must be tough."
"It's not bad," I said. "I like the challenge. And I get to learn a lot. Plus, if I do well on the exams and get college credit for it, it can save me money in the long run."
"Yeah, but there's more to high school than just academics, right?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "I like sports and music and clubs and all that stuff too."
"So what kind of stuff do you like?" Jordan asked.
"Well, I play soccer," I said. "And I'm in the marching band. And I like hanging out with my friends too."
"Sounds fun," Jordan said. "You know, I used to play soccer too. It was my favorite sport when I was younger. But then I started getting really serious about music, so I had to stop playing soccer."
"That's too bad," I said. "Music is definitely awesome. So what kind of music do you play?"
"I play guitar and piano," Jordan said. "I've been playing for a few years now. Do you play anything?"
"Not really," I said. "I tried piano once but didn't like it. Maybe I'll give it another shot though."
"If you ever want to jam or something, let me know," Jordan said. "We could start a band or something."
"That sounds like fun," I said. "But we'd have to find some other people too."
"Yeah, that would be cool," Jordan said. "I always thought it'd be awesome to start a real band."
"Well, maybe one day we can make it happen," I said. "For now, let's focus on school and sports and having fun."
"You're right," she said. "I'm just worried that if he doesn't get help soon, he might make a mistake he can't fix."
"I know," I said. "But we can't do anything about it until he's ready. Maybe he needs some time to work through his feelings on his own."
"I hope so," she said. "Because if he hurts someone or himself...well, I don't know what I'd do."
"Let's try not to think about it," I said. "We'll talk to him when he's ready."
We finished our ice cream and went back inside. Mom was reading in her chair by the window, and Dad was watching a baseball game on TV. I asked Mom for a ride to Alex's house later that night, and she agreed.
As I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what Alex had said. He wasn't kidding when he said he was considering suicide. That was terrifying. It made me realize how much we all needed to step up and support him. We needed to be there for him, no matter what.
But how? I didn't know where to start. And I didn't want to pressure him into talking if he didn't feel like it.
I turned off the light and closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. But as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Chapter 18
The next day at school, Alex was quiet and withdrawn. He didn't say much in class, and when he did speak, it was in a low voice. I tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn't look at me. He just continued on, with a slow, sad shuffle.
I felt terrible.
This was the fourth time I had seen him this week. It wasn't that he was unwell or anything, it was just that his parents were separating. The first time I saw him, his dad had taken him out for ice cream to try and make things better. When I saw him again, they were fighting in front of him. And now, here he was, looking so sad and alone.
I couldn't believe it. His parents had been married for over twenty years. They had two kids, who were both in college. They had a nice house and good jobs. How could they possibly split up?
When I got home from school, I tried to talk to my own parents about it. But they just laughed it off like it was no big deal.
"It happens all the time these days," my dad said. "People grow apart. Sometimes they can't work it out."
But it didn't feel like that to me. It felt like a betrayal. Like someone had broken into your house while you were sleeping and stolen everything that was important to you.
I asked my mom if she thought my friend's parents would ever get back together. She just shook her head and said, "Who knows?"
I couldn't believe how callous they were being. My friend was a great kid. He didn't deserve this.
"Well, I'm going to help him anyway," I said, as I got ready for bed. "He needs someone to talk to."
I knew I couldn't make everything better for him. But maybe just being there for him would make a difference. Maybe if he knew someone cared, it would help him cope.
The next day at school, I went straight to his locker and found him
reading a book. He was wearing the same shirt as the day before.
I asked him if he had slept well. He said he had, and that he
was looking forward to playing soccer with his team that night.
I said, "Good, I'm glad you feel better." And then, without thinking, I added, "You know, if you ever need to talk about anything, you can come to me."
He looked up from his book and smiled. "Thanks," he said. "I appreciate that."
I left it at that, feeling like I had done something small but meaningful for my friend.
