OMG IS SHE....

PROLOGUE

So, it was finally the weekend and, where was I? yes, I'd accepted to talk with James. At first, I thought he just wanted to confront me about cheating on him.

I was wrong.

James French and I have been “dating” for two weeks. If you could even call it that. All had been great for the first few days then came Donald. Donald Chen, super cute, super-hot, probably the only smart all-star football player at Bear valley high school, and Before you all judge me, he was totally my type.

Me making out with him was definitely not a mistake.

I wasn’t sorry I made that mistake. I was only with James because my friends made me. I mean I love those girls but they made me do the weirdest things. Meanwhile, Donald was someone I genuinely wanted to be with, well sleep with. Whatever, same difference.

Not to be a bore but it was a great evening, the breeze felt great. We were sitting in my red 4x4 just outside our favorite restaurant, four blocks from my mom’s house. All the windows of the car were wired down. Blake Shelton's God's country was playing through the radio. Man, my love for country, and rap, and blues, and rap. Ok, I already said rap, can’t blame a girl for loving rap.

I had on a white t-shirt that read "born to kill", black cutoff jeans that hugged me in just the right places. I liked dressing simple, all those extra flannel jeans and scarves other girls wore didn't really do it for me, if you know what I mean.

James, on the other hand, had on a khaki and a see-through shirt, Gucci flipflops on because he was rich and spoiled his mom was in real estate and his dad was some big shot lawyer. James looked great in everything; he had a body like a Greek god. I watched him just sitting there talking about this big game they had on Monday. And all I could imagine was spending time with Donald. At least he was a much better conversation.

Break up with me already

I wasn’t a sports fan and he knew that so what was with the bore? I’d rather be making out or just straight up leave than listen to this. I leaned in and kissed him. He was irresponsive so I pulled back and saw the sadness in his eyes.

James: Is it weird that I don't feel anything right now? He asked.

Claire: Wait. What? Dude, what are you talking about? You love making out with me.

I winked at him. My Defense mechanism activated because I knew what was coming. I was the talk at school ever since the French teacher had caught Donald and me making out.

James: I know but could we just maybe like... I don't know...Talk?

Claire: Ummm, isn't that what we've been doing since I got here?

James: Us? What are we, Claire? I mean our chemistry is over the world but what really are we? Do you ever think about it?

Claire: Not really! Dude, I'm just with you to get laid ok. None of those feelings talk.

James: Ok. What if I want more?

Claire: More what?

James: I want you to be my girlfriend officially

Claire: officially? Dude. That's never going to happen hehe

James: Why Claire? Why?

Claire: Well .... how about "you're so sweet and all but I'm..."

James: "....so damaged I would only end up ruining you" Yes Claire that's what you told Donald last week after you dumbed him?

Claire: Who?

James: My best friend? Donald?

Claire: Ummm? Ok look I'm just going to go home now because this just went from like a ten to a two so fast.

James: I still want to be boyfriend/ girlfriend or whatever though?

Claire: ok yeah, I’m over that now. You just ruined that.

He got out of the car, mad, understandably so but there wasn’t much I could do now anyway. I just didn’t want to be with him anymore and the fact that he was willing to look past my infidelity just proved how toxic this was going to end up if I didn’t put an end to the “relationship” now. So, I drove off.

Friday night with my friends was a ritual we never missed.

The name is Claire. Claire Beaufort.

Yes, I'm half French on my dad’s side or whatever and P.S I think French people suck.

Yes, I said it. Get offended or not...I really don't care!

My mom's American married my French father(yuck) who bailed immediately after I was born. Well, I kind of found him when I turned 15, and guess what? Did I find my dad in jail? Yes, he is a criminal!

Moving on,

Oh, when I met him for the first time, I didn't feel anything towards the man and my friends suck for pushing me to meet him, and just so it's clear, I so hated meeting him.

They kept telling me "oh Claire but it's so important to have a father figure in your life? You'll feel differently after you finally meet him!"

Let me tell all you fatherless babies something?

DO NOT

I REPEAT

DO NOT LOOK FOR ANYONE WHO LEFT YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE.

IF SOMEONE WANTS YOU IN THEIR LIFE? TRUST ME THEY'LL STAY AND THAT'S ON FINAL

Anyway, as I was saying before the dumb side of my brain took over

I finally met the guy (totally not impressed)

And also yes, I can say the n-word because I'm colored

Man I love black people

The most down to earth and real humans in the universe

I had a short conversation with him which didn't come as a surprise seeing as the only thing, he told me was

(1)I know who you are

(2) You shouldn't be here

(3) Don’t ever come back

And finally (4) I'm not whom you think I am

Unmm Yikes

One heck of a reunion I know

We'll talk more about how I feel about it tomorrow.

And oh if y'all didn't know this is my story, an African-American TEENAGER.

You’re welcome.

CHAPTER 1

Friday!!!!!

Finally.

Ok ok Chill Claire, you're going to get there.

I can't believe my best friend Mai is coming home!!!

Man, I missed that lady

I PICKED THE GIRLS UP AT THEIR RESPECTIVE HOUSES AND WE MADE IT TO MAI'S HOUSE. PARKED JUST OUT FRONT WE STEPPED OUT OF THE CAR AND MADE IT TO THE FRONT DOOR. ZOE KNOCKED.

Zoe: Unmm earth to Claire?

Claire: Yes, I'm awake

Zoe: ha-ha I miss seeing you smile like an idiot sometimes

Claire: No, you're the idiot

Zoe: says the idiot

Claire: to the idiot

Zoe and I laughed

I have three best friends

Zoe who was the eldest (whatever)

Mai the Chinese or so we loved to call her, only because she was zero-point seven percent Chinese and she looks like an Asian,

Donald, and yours truly. Me

Zoe, eighteen, was part Swedish, American, and African. Short black hair, five-seven, and absolutely gorgeous. Weird sense of style which suited her very well, I mean who wears a quilt in America?

Mai, seventeen, was part Chinese, American, German, and African on her dad’s side. This lady had the greatest style in the history of the world. Long brownish and blond curly hair. Always had on a pink piece of clothing. Casual but classy style and I admit I’ve stolen some of her dress codes. Needless to say, I liked her a little more out of all my friends.

Finally, we have Dom, Dominic to be precise is seventeen. Full blood American but the most gangster lady you ever met. Pretty but like how you’d find a boy pretty.

She had a tomboy style and she never dated. Deep down we suspected she batted for the other team but we never asked questions.

Somehow, because she was very sensitive, we respected her private life. If and when she decided to open up? We would love and respect her because we loved each other.

We all met working a STERLYS some years ago. A small coffee shop at the far south of town.

Yeah, I know it's weird that we seem so close given that we'd known each other for only a short time. There was just something about being four mixed girls that made us click and I guess somehow, we kind of understood each other seeing as we got fired all of us at once for refusing to take a client’s order because had the AUDACITY to ask Zoe what she was mixed with?

Seriously? How do you ask someone” what are you mixed with"

What about "I'm mixed with peanut butter and jelly huh?"

Anyway, Mai started the whole thing, and we just kind of joined in. One thing led to another and let's just say there was some jail involved lol

No regrets though

Good times

Zoe and I are on our way to pick Mai up at her house because she's back from a three-month vacation with her mom, but first, we got to pass by Donald's for some food lol.

Donald's parents were the weirdest most loving people you could ever know and I mean that literally. I guess that's one of the reasons we loved her so much.

The kind of person who'd turn a sad day into a happy one in like zero to one hundred so fast it'll melt your brain.

MAI’S MOM ANSWERED THE DOOR

Claire: HI Madame comment allez vous?

Susan: HI Claire, Donald's upstairs. Please go away!

Claire: bien sûr madame...as you please.

We made our way in as if she didn’t just ask us to leave, I mean at this point she’s probably tired of us not listening to her anyway. She’ll ask us to take our shoes off before coming into her house/ we’d ignore her. She tells me countless times to not speak any French to her? I just spoke some more. We did love her though. She was like the mom we all wanted.

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We made our way inside and just stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Mai to come on downstairs. Her mom wasn’t very keen on letting us go to her room so most of the time we went over we just hung out at her pool house. I can't help but feel so happy at the idea of Mai finally returning. I can't wait to hear all about her time in Mexico. And also, I had a lot to tell her.

Oh my God oh my God baby girl chill

Dom: Claire chill. I can literally hear your heartbeat.

Claire: whatever

Zoe: she's so excited her girlfriend is home.

Dom and Zoe: Finally,

Claire: All right mom's what's next

Mai: Oh, hey guys

Claire: Omg Omg Omg you're finally ho.....

I trailed of just as Mai was coming down the stairs

Safe to say each of us had the wind literally knocked out of us when we saw the baby bump

Wait everyone hold up!

What is oh, going on

Dom: do you guys see what I'm...

Claire: yeah, is that a...

Zoe: yes, she definitely pregnant

We didn't say anything but I bet our faces said the words

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