There she is. God, I love her.
I've been such a fucking jerk to her. I have to put on that Southern stereotype of 'I'm better than you, I'm white and you're not' in front of her, and I really don't like to do that. Embarrassing as it may be, I admit I am still a tad racist and was extremely racist when I was in high school. But I have learned to come around and like black people.
But I couldn't tell anyone. It was my little secret, one of the only ones I had.
I see her standing next to Joey's girlfriend, Lavender McAiden, the surprisingly beautiful best friend of my young childhood hate, Nycole Sullivan. I haven't seen Nycole for years. But as I lay my eyes on her secretly from the stage, I am awestruck. She is extremely beautiful. I can't even see her that well from up on the stage, but whenever the lights shine on her voluptuous body, it just makes me want to forget my morals.
Yes, people. I am a virgin!
I hate acting like a racist bastard to her. I mean, I'm in love with the girl for real, and I have treated her like the biggest piece of shit on the planet. I don't know what's the matter with me. First of all, I'm extremely afraid to let her know my true feelings for her. I'm so afraid she won't feel the same way about me. No actually. I'm not afraid, I'm certain she doesn't like me. I remember the last look she gave me years ago as I was walking out of those high school doors as a freshman.
A look of pure hate for me.
As we are heading off the stage at the long awaited end of the concert, I grab a towel and dry off my sweaty forehead and start to run off towards off the bus. Joey quickly grabs my arm and stops me, "Lance? Where are you going? The other guys are waiting for Lavender to come up. I snuck her some backstage passes so her and her friend, Nycole, could come up with her! Sorry, Lavender, but Nycole is hot!"
Oh god, here's my chance to prove I'm not an asshole.
I sighed quietly and started to dry my hair off a little more. When I took off the towel, the next thing I saw was the blonde haired Lavender and Nycole, the beauty of all black women I have ever met. I just looked at her like I had never looked at her before; with a look of pure admiration. But my face was turned to a scowl when I heard her greet me:
"Hey nigger hater. Fuck you."