Chapter 2

Foul Language: Warning

"Scouts honor my ass.." He muttered quietly looking around the room filled with white boys and girls grinding, swaying, making out to the music. Before he could utter a word, they left him stranded which meant he had to fend for himself.

He couldn't get rid of some of the stares. He wasn't light as Brianna or white like Trent. He was melanin. He shrugged off the stares moving over to the kitchen he finally spotted pushing through the people blocking his way.

He went into the fridge discreetly grabbing a sprite. He closed the fridge door, leaning on it. He silently looked up watching swarms of teens coming his way. He took that as his ticket to leave since they probably wanted the fridge.

He placed the drink on the counter and tried to have fun walking ahead before bumping into someone. "Watch where you're goin- Oh it's a nigger." He staggered back a bit, taken aback by the language. This is what I get for trying to have fun? Really god?

"My name is Lucian King. Thank you very much." He hissed over at the dude. The guy rolled his eyes and scoffed. He pushed past Lucian or tried too at least but he pushed him back.

"I've been waiting for this one.." He muttered quietly, glaring up at the dude who decided to use a slur his way. "Well.. Defend yourself you little white boy. Or are you gonna run home to mommy with your tail between your legs?"

The white guy was trembling with hate. He started to swing his fist into his direction but Lucian caught it punching him square in the nose. "Really? Do better." He laughed.

The white guy punched him in the gut which made him hold his stomach. "Totally gonna regret doing that." He told him weakly before cracking his knuckles and pouncing on the white boy. He preferred to hear the boy manly screaming.

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"What is wrong with you Lucie?! You almost got yourself killed. We were in a party. Look at your face, I'm not taking you inside because your mama is gonna beat my ass." She sighed, before taking a look at his face. He had a busted lip, black eye and a darkening bruise on his cheek.

"He called me a name. Technically he was getting killed and if they don't understand their place then you just have to show em. I'm not tolerating no bullshit. My mama didn't raise no bitch. She also said never forget where you come from. I think you forgot that." He retorted before looking out the window.

"You just can't go around fighting people all the time Lucian. You need to cool that anger. I had to literally drag you out when you kept saying 'Lemme at the lil bitch!'. Be lucky he doesn't go to our school."

"I'll be lucky when white people finally go to jail for treason, in actually killing an innocent black person's life. They're not innocent. I'm waiting for the day. No offense of course, Trent." He said in exhaustion. His face was throbbing to the point he couldn't feel it anymore.

"No offense taken. Anyways she's right. Even if we're not innocent we still have lives. We can't go on fighting for our entire lives. It gets tiring. I'm not saying that we are innocent or stuff." Trent said a bit clumsily, fumbling with the wheel.

He couldn't speak nor steal a glance at Trent. He didn't want to put him on blast and tell him what he said was slightly offensive though he apologized. He doesn't know what it feels like to be black. "Whatever." He responded.

"Your stop ends here. Get out Lucie. We'll see you on Monday." He nodded, waving towards them before hopping out the car and knocking on the door hesitantly. He didn't wanna face his mom not in this condition. He decided on turning back but too late the witch was coming out.

"Hey Luci- LUCIAN! What the hell happened to your face?! Do I need to go fuck up somebody for beating up my son who was it huh! WHO!" His mom rallied, getting ready to fight as she punched the air.

"Stay... Stay! Ma do I have to send you back to the pound ? Are you sure grandma birthed you right?" He asked with a little smirk on his face not knowing a loud smack was replaced to his head. "MA! What was that for?"

"I'm not no damn dog sweet plum. I'm old enough to throw you in that damn pound. Watch me, if you don't fit in the garbage it's where you're going so start losing some pounds." She told him to which he scoffed rolling his eyes.

"Can I come in now? Or am I just homeless?" She rolled her eyes and moved aside. Now you see where I get it from.. He thought. He stepped into the house with little flashes showing from what happened a week ago.

Ever since they started living here they've been getting harassed. He felt like her hard work was not being paid off. "Everyone should appreciate her hard work.." he muttered not realizing he said his thoughts out loud.

"What was that honey? Are you okay?" She asked him with him ending up blinking at her before nodding. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine ma don't worry." He told her before rushing up the stairs to his room.

He hardly fell asleep every night. It was hard for him since the whole break-in thing with his mother and when he was 10 years old with his old best friend. He wanted to think different about white people but they kept shooting down his hope.

He didn't think he could trust Trent anymore after today. He may be thinking out of the box here, but he believed Trent was insensitive. He had a sentence in his mind that rang through his head with Trent thinking his people were innocent. "So why do they keep killing us?"

He didn't have much to say after that. He looked up at his ceiling wondering how to sleep at night but made a poem while thinking. "I was melanin.. I didn't realize the melanin of my skin identified my value to live. Being black means there's struggle but our lives are like dust. It's like white supremacy decides when to sweep our ashes away. It isn't fair."

He couldn't continue. He realized he couldn't feel more hurt than he already did. He wanted to believe in white friends. 'Not all white people are racist' they say. Who am I to believe? He thought to himself. He felt like a boy in deep thought but just a boy who couldn't really do anything for his people.

He was in two different worlds. He couldn't act too hood or too goody white two shoes. He felt watched, like his life depended on being on one side. On a scale or he had to choose being shunned by the next. He never outed himself in school neither did Brianna or Trent know.

It was a bad idea to begin with since they hated him for his color but if he was gay? He had to pretend he was straight. He would have to transfer leaving his mother looking for another job that she was good at. She was a lawyer, a damn good one at that. People never gave her her props.

He saw the sun coming through his window. He realized he stayed up all night. He couldn't think and he couldn't function. He exhaled slowly, hearing his mother screaming at him to 'get his ass down here and get ready for school'.

He mimicked her voice with his own rolling his eyes before he got up doing his business and all the other things he needed to do in the bathroom. He soon made his way downstairs. "Hey ma, what's for breakfast?"

"Here's some money to go buy yourself a sandwich for school. I can't make you breakfast today sweet plum, I'm a bit late for work. Love you Luciano." She said quickly, placing a kiss on his cheek before leaving out the door. He couldn't say goodbye.

"Well. Time for school." He sighed hoisting himself a bit straighter looking at the money in his hands. "Probably save this for lunch or.. when school ends?" He huffed silently, heading out the door. He walked to his school on the sidewalk watching the streets.

He didn't want some weird person to come grab him up. He was scared of this neighborhood. He couldn't walk freely, and that's what scared him the most. What he hated most was that racism was taught. He wouldn't have to fear for his skin color being a weapon but people like Donald Trump exists.

He didn't understand the meaning of death when his best friend fell to the pavement ground falling into unconsciousness. He shook him vigorously trying to wake him up but he didn't wake up. As long as he lived, he wasn't safe.

He closed off his thoughts when he reached the school only to see a fight between two boys about to break out. White boy and Black boy to be exact. He didn't hesitate to run throwing off his bag as the fight had gotten a bit worse.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shoved the white boy off the boy he noticed. It suddenly clicked inside his head that this was the boy he kissed in his room. "Are you okay?"

He helped the black boy up, glaring at the others around him. "What the fuck is wrong with you people? You encourage a fight seriously? Are you that bored? No reason racism still exists, y'all come together when there's a fight but let it be when it's black lives matter they shun us and pretend they don't know us."

He walked away towards his bag on the pavement. He went to pick it up when he was shoved hard, making him almost stumble onto the floor but luckily caught himself. "You thought that was cute?" He turned over to see the white boy.

"I'll beat your ass. But I'll do it ten times worse. Don't test me." He seethed over at the white boy. "Aren't you a little young to start fights? I thought so. Go on your marry little way." He shooed the white boy out of his way before he was shoved again. "you know what pussy, fine here"

He punched him square in the nose without looking back. He closed his eyes satisfied with himself until he heard a little cough come his way. He opened his eyes seeing the principal. "Well.. as you can see.." He tried to come up with an excuse.

"I don't wanna hear it. My office now. The both of you." He nodded his head solemnly trudging his way into the school. He knew his mother would beat his ass when he got home. He cringed silently hoping for the gods to take the wheel.

"Not even a minute before school started and you're already starting fights boy." The principle said sighing while Lucian followed behind him not really wanting to correct him that his name wasn't 'boy'. That was a terminology used back in slavery.

He had a little hunch that the principal was racist. He sat down in the chair across from him and next to the freakishly weird looking white boy. "Well boys? What seems to be the problem? How did this start?"

"I'll go first sir. The black boy before this whole other boy came in was teasing me and bullying me so I decided to give him a little piece of my mind. Then this guy.." The white boy pointed over to him to which he scoffed in response. "Shoved me. Helping that monster on the floor. After what he did to me..? Get them expelled."

"Ahh shut up. That's not how it happened first of all. You were messing with the black boy on the ground. He was scared out of his wits and you decided to what? Beat the shit out of him? Cliche much?" He intertwined his fingers together letting out a brief cough.

"Sorry for my language. I saved the little boy, this pissy bitch kept bothering me so I punched him in the nose. How's the taste of your own blood?" He smirked over at the white boy who visibly shivered.

"Uh huh.. Boys can never get along. Okay Donnie you get three days of suspension. And you are..?" The principal questioned him. He blinked removing his thoughts. "Lucian King sir."

The principal waved his hand dismissively and looked over at him. "Four day's of suspension. No questions asked." He sat back in his seat while Lucian looked at him like he was an idiot. "Are you fucking serious? He damaged someone's bones and I damaged what? His surgery nose? I get more days.. Ha this school is so bullshit."

"If it's so bullshit then leave." The principal retorted. He grew aggravated and punched the principal's table. "Five days." He abruptly got out his seat and left the room. This school is so racist.. He thought. He bumped into a body, immediately apologizing before seeing it was Brianna.

"Lucian again? I heard all the gossip. First the party now this." She sighed shaking her head. He rolled his eyes not having much to say. "You don't know how I feel Brianna. Don't act like you know. You're black and white. Mostly white and everyone loves you!"

"So are you! You're bi-racial too!" She yelled at him and he shook his head. She would never understand him. He was too mature for her and she was too dense. "But I'm darker then you. I'm seen as the threatening black boy. They don't see me for my whiteness. You're the non threatening black girl. But nobody's complaining and you don't realize it. Leave me alone Bri."

He walked away from her before she can utter a word. None of his friends understood how he felt in that moment. He continued weaving his way through the crowd in the hallway. They were all staring at him and he quickly got aggravated. "Do you have something to say!"

They flinched and he grunted walking into his second period class. He sat in the seat that he always sat in. He didn't notice a new face sitting next to him. "Uh hi I'm new here." The boy placed his hand in front of Lucian's face.

He looked at his hand pushing it down from his face. "I'm nobody. Don't worry about it." He looked out the window as the person tried to get his attention again. "What?!"

"You do matter and you are somebody." He froze at those words.