His face actually revealed a shocked look after I had said that. Man, don't even fuck around with me and tell me he actually let his heart melt from solid ice over the years. Then it swirled into a Southern scowl and he replied, "Dirty black piece of shit."
No use even talking to him. What the fuck am I doing here?
Lavender was totally oblivious to our little confrontation, as she was talking to Joey, occasionally kissing him as I turned around to look at her. Lance quickly grabbed my smaller arm and turned me around harshly, "What the fuck are you looking at, bitch?"
"My best friend, bastard," I replied, feeling like just spitting in his face, "What's it to you?"
"Are you admiring your friend? For how beautiful she is? Or how much more beautiful she is than you?" Lance said straight into my eyes, holding his once again secret "Black people can just go fuck themselves" gaze and raised his arm slowly. He went to go scratch the back of his head and then suddenly, it came flying in my direction, leaving a strong back hand on my face, sending me down to the ground. I felt his foot crash into my stomach as I coughed out blood in front of me. Lance spit to the side of me and picked me up again. God, Lance, just leave me alone. I don't want you hurting me anymore.
Lavender is now looking over in my direction, afraid to come over and help me. Lance let go of my arm and I started to run off, in severe pain from my stomach and my face. But I will shortly forget about it. I always do.
I ran to my car, tried to get in it and realized the fucking door was locked, so I whipped out my keys a little too quickly because Lance was behind me, tapping on my shoulder, and I lifted up the keys in my hand and scratched his face hard with my keys. Blood was dripping down his face as he turned his face to look at me. I simply hissed at him:
"See mother fucker? We have the same color blood."
I quickly stuck the key in the keyhole, unlocking my car and jumping inside of it, locking it behind me. Lance tried to open the door, but I guess he's half-retarded and didn't see that I locked it. I drove off, leaving the bastard behind me. He fell to the ground for some reason and I heard a deep scream from behind me.
God, I don't even care if I fucking ran him over. He deserves it.
I drove home angrily, not wanting to ever hear his name again, calling Lavender on my cell phone explaining extremely briefly why I had left. She was in shock and wanted me to talk about it, but I changed the subject by hanging up the phone.
I wasn't about to tell my best friend that I had past race problems with Lance.