Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 16:54:54 EST
From: Madasonaysha@aol.com
Subject: The Handsome Young Jewish Man -part 2
Yeah, this is really one long, short story.....gotta love the oxymoron of
that last statement.
Unlike my other stories, this one is completed and will be updated soon.
THE HANDSOME JEWISH YOUNG MAN
BY MADDY A. DANTE
PART TWO:WHAT DID I SAY?
That day we didn't talk much. I am not really a shy kind
of guy, but around Victor I was. I knew that he had to be
around sixteen or seventeen because he couldn't work down at
the site either, but I would have guessed him to be more like
eighteen or nineteen. He didn't really look older than me he
just carried himself in a way that made me think that. I tried
to spark up a conversation with him, but I could tell that we
didn't have that much in common. It was obvious to me that he
was a hip hop kind of guy where as I on the other hand was more
of an alt rocker. After an hour of near silence I took the
chance and tried to start a conversation with him.
"So how did you wind up working here for the summer? Do you want
to do construction for a living?" I asked him. He glanced at
me sideways and looked at me curiously.
"No, why do you think that I would want to work in construction
for the rest of my life?" He asked. His voice was calm and
controlled, but I could hear the curiosity in his voice.
"Well your from Newark so what else would you want to do." I replied.
I didn't think that there was anything wrong with what I said.
It was true, what else would he want to do? Living in that
town I doubted he had big ambitions for himself so construction
work seemed to be appropriate. He on the other hand seemed to be
offended by my comment. He walked over to me and put his face
close to mine. I could smell the winter fresh gum on his breath
and the strong smell of freshly washed clothes lingered on his
body. Thank god for self control because I had to muster every
once of it not to react with his body so close to mine. Up that
close, I could see that the corners of his eyes slinked up into
the shapes of little almonds. His dark tea eyes glittered as he
glared at me and for a moment I was lost.
"What does me being from here have anything to do with what I
want to do with my life?" He asked. If looks could have killed
I wouldn't have died, but I would have been seriously injured.
I was a little taken back by his outburst. I could see him
trying to hold his anger in and I didn't want to see how he
would act once he let it out.
"Nothing dude, I was just wondering that's all." I said. He
walked back over to the filing cabinet where he was filing and
answered me without turning to face me.
"And for the record I want to work with kids. I'm a volunteer
just like you and I am sure that you don't want to make a
career in construction, not that there is anything wrong with
that, but its not for me." He said. He sounded a little hurt
and I didn't know what the big deal was.
"Kids? Like at a day care?" I asked and he shot me another death
glare that I was becoming all too familiar with. `What was I
saying that was pissing him off?' I wondered to myself. He just
shook his head left to right and turned his back to me again.
"No, like in social work. You know...people who help other
people. I want to help kids." I could hear the sarcasm in
his voice with the way that he spoke. He was beginning
to piss me off with how he was talking down to me. The conversation
ended and we were able to leave three hours later. Apparently
those state laws that I was going to look into said that we
couldn't work more than four hours a day since we were both
under eighteen, even though it was just volunteer work. So,
we got to leave at twelve while the other workers glared at us.
At least the rain had stopped and the fresh smell of the
rain still lingered in the air relaxing me.
`Well, that day went just like I thought it would.' I thought
to myself on the bus ride home. At least he didn't kill
me. Usually I am attracted to the big, blonde and preppy
football jock type of guys, but Victor was something all
together different. He was this incredibly hot black guy.
I had never felt an attraction to black guys before, but
I guess that was because I had never been around them before.
My town is pretty much all white, so hanging around with black
people was something that I didn't do, although
I did think that Usher was kind of cute. Victor wasn't
very muscular in fact he was kind of skinny to be so tall, but
he wasn't wiry, just lean. He wasn't preppy like Greg Levine, my crush
for the past two years. He was the complete opposite of what
I normally found attractive and you know what...that is what
made him more attractive. I made a vow to myself that the
next day of work, I would make an attempt to get to know
him better. I hoped that this time I wouldn't piss him off.
I was still pissed that my Mom neglected to tell me that
I would be working for free and I let her know it as soon
as she got home that night. We didn't really sit at the
table to eat dinner except for when we had company, so I let
her have it while her and Dad were eating dinner the living room.
I stood in the doorway for a few minutes, waiting for them to
notice the look on my face. When they didn't, I started in.
"Mom why in the hell didn't you tell me that I would be
working for free!?" I demanded and my father glared at me.
"A! Watch your God damn mouth! Don't talk to your mother like
that." He yelled at me. I loved my Dad and for the most part
we got along great, but I hated it when he would tell me to
watch my mouth. Shit, where the hell did he think I learned
all the words that I said from?
"Sorry, but Mom why didn't you tell me I wouldn't be making
any money?" I repeated trying to sound nicer. She smiled at me
and handed me an orange from the fruit bowl on the coffee table.
"Because if I did, you wouldn't have went. And don't think
I'm going to let you quit. I had to practically beg for Vince
to let you work for him. It's about time you learn that your
father and I aren't going to give you every thing you want.
You're keeping the job or its off to Fort Dicks. Your choice
not mine. " She said. I would have quit if it wasn't
for Victor . I knew that nothing would ever happen
between us, but that didn't mean I didn't want us to
be friends. Besides filing paper's for the summer was a lot
better then doing push ups at the military academy in Fort Dicks.
"Did I say I wanted to quit?" I asked her sarcastically. Okay,
so maybe I was a little bratty, but shit! My little sister
acted worse than I did and they never gave HER any problems.
"A! I told you to watch what you say. That's your problem
now you talk so God damn smart! You better watch how you talk
around the guys at the work site because I doubt they would
take any of that shit that you like to deal out." He yelled.
He was probably right, but I wouldn't let him know that anytime soon.
For the most part my Dad was cool, but I he had to ALWAYS be right.
"Yeah, how did you get along with the other guys?" Mom asked.
"I only really met one guy and he was okay, he was black, but mostly
everybody there was black or Spanish. A couple guys were
white though." I replied, not really looking at them.
My parents looked at me like I had lost my mind.
"Is that a problem for you?" They asked at the same time.
`Freaky' I thought.
"Not really I just didn't think that I would be spending the
summer with all those people, but I guess it's okay." I replied
as I peeled an orange. They looked at me horrified.
"Those people." My dad repeated. "Son, I hope you learn a few thing
this summer about life." He said before turning his attention
back to the television.
"Tolerance being of them." My Mom added before following my
Dad's lead and watching some stupid game show. I stood there for
a moment lost as to why my parents seemed so angry with me. I didn't
know what I had said to make them act like that, but I knew that
the problem had to be with them, not me.
I went in my room and thought about what they said. What did
they mean I needed to learn how to be tolerant? I was already.
I didn't judge people ...did I? Was it possible that I was
ignorant when it came to learning things about other people?
No, they were wrong. They had to be...right?...
To Be Continued.....
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