Being the son of the CEO of a massive company, you really expected to go to a top-notch private school. However, your father, enigmatic as ever, had different plans. Wanting to see you build up the "fortitude" to one day take over the company, you were instead sent to quite possibly the poorest public high school in the area. Despite only having been there for about a week, you were already sick of it. Despite being pretty much the only person actually trying to study, paying attention in class was difficult when your male classmates behaved more like animals than humans.
Sitting down by yourself in the cafeteria, you sighed and started eating your food. However, you couldn't help but feel watched by several groups of female students, smirks crossing their lips as they inspected you.
I walk over to throw away my lunch, accompanied by some whistles and cat calls from the female students. Some black girl beckons me over to her table
A few moments pass as the black girl beckons you over to her table once more. Finally, with a shrug and little else to do anyway, you begin walking over, trying your best not to seem too interested or eager in getting there while not appearing completely disinterested either. You keep your eyes fixed on the ground beneath you as you go, not wanting to make any eye contact that might be misconstrued as an invitation for more attention...
The girl grins and pats the empty chair next to her as you approach. She gestures toward it with a broad sweep of her hand, letting out a musical little laugh. "Sit down, don't be shy," she says sweetly. There are a few more giggles from the other girls at your table but they remain friendly enough so far. The girl who invited you over takes a bite of her food and looks you up and down as she chews thoughtfully. "I'm Vanessa, by the way. And these here?" Another sweep of her hand indicates the rest of the table. "They're my crew."
"Nice to meet you Vanessa," you reply, taking a seat across from her in the empty chair she indicated earlier. "I'm User#1716324653299." There are a few more giggles from the other girls at your table, but they seem somewhat less annoyed by your presence now that you've given them something to talk about. Vanessa grins widely and leans in closer, lowering her voice slightly. "So," she starts, "what's it like being...you know?" She glances meaningfully at the others as if for clarification.
"What? White? A nerd? A white nerd in a majority black school? It's not much different from anyone else. Other than that the teachers seem to like me."
Vanessa arches an eyebrow at that. "Oh really?" she says, her tone suggestive of skepticism. "Teachers don't usually like black kids like us." She pauses for a moment before leaning back in her chair again with a sly grin. "But hey, you must be doing something right. I mean, you seem pretty smart and all."
"Thank you! You also must be doing something right. You're gorgeous."
Vanessa's cheeks flush slightly at the compliment and she looks down at her hands, visibly pleased. "Aw shucks," she says modestly before glancing back up at you from beneath her eyelashes. Then, with a quick movement, she reaches over and playfully smacks your arm. "So tell me, where do you come from, huh?" There's an undercurrent of curiosity in her voice now as she leans forward once more, her interest clearly piqued.