The Principal's Girl (GxG)

1.

I stared at the house in front of me. I already didn't like the feeling of being here.

Being in the south as a black girl from Illinois was frightening. Even more frightening than Chicago itself. I just wish my mother was here to comfort me but that was not my reality.

"You can't sit back there and hide forever." My aunt said, looking at me in her rear view mirror.

I glanced over, "Auntie why must I stay with him, can't I stay with you in Chicago."

She sighed softly, "I wish you could too India but he's the emergency contact. He's your father."

"Like hell he's my father. He has never even met me. He has a wife and a daughter. I'm not leaving." I folded my arms.

"My own sister trusts this man to take care of you more than me. Don't you think I'm hurting too India."

I went to her and kissed her forehead. "I'm coming back as soon as possible. And when I have kids you'll be the personal babysitter for them."

She laughed quietly, "Be kind, make good friends, and try to find your person. Who knows. Maybe you need you a southern gal." I rolled my eyes and left.

I'm actually in Texas right now.

I carried my bags up to the door and I knocked on the door.

The house was huge.

Just then, a man opened the door. A white man who I assumed to be my father.

"You must be India. Welcome to the family, we're happy to meet you." This was already too much.

"Can I go unpack before I am introduced to people." He gave me a soft nod and walked me upstairs to a bedroom.

I put my bag down and he left. I unpacked and I was impressed with how big this room was.

Texas housing really is on the lower end when it comes to prices.

I was putting all my hygienic items on my dresser and I saw a gorgeous woman. She was taking off her makeup. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty.

We made eye contact. I waved like a dumbass. She waved back and left from her desk.

My goodness that woman was breathtaking.

I then heard a knock on my door. "Are you done yet India?" And I was back to reality.

I opened the door, "Yeah I'm ready." He walked me downstairs to the kitchen and I saw two white women.

They were lowly talking and he smiled "Ladies" they both looked over "Ladies this is India. India this is my gorgeous wife, Linda and my beautiful daughter, Lydia."

Lydia gave me a nasty look and Linda smiled, "Hi India, I hate that we had to meet on these terms but I'm still glad I got to meet you." She came over and hugged me.

For some odd reason, she made me feel safe. I don't know if it was because she was a mom but the hug she gave me was a genuine one.

I felt like she'd actually care for me. I'm pretty sure my mom is doing something to make me feel that way about this woman.

"It's good to meet you Linda, I hope I get to know you." She gave me a soft smile and my father said, "My welcome wasn't nearly as warm India."

I sighed and Linda waved him off, "Karl you're her father and you've never met, give her time." He let it go.

I then heard Lydia say, "Dad nothing good is going to come from this."

We all turned our attention to her "Her mother tried to break apart this family and having that woman's daughter stay is going to cause trouble." Linda folded her arms

I glared. "You don't know me and you didn't know my mother. But I will tell you one thing, I don't play about the woman who raised me. Say something slick about her and I will knock your teeth out."

She smirked and continued, "I guess Chicago really is as violent as they say. I doubt we're even related, you look nothing like me."

I smiled softly. "Don't make me jump for joy."

She glared and my father separated us, "Enough you two. Both of you go to your rooms and stay there." We both went upstairs. I was frustrated.

I picked up my guitar and sat on the bed. I started to play a song. But, again, there was a knock on my door, "Come in."

Then Mrs. Clark came in the room. "I'm really sorry about that India." I sighed softly "Don't apologize. You didn't say it and she's old enough to know how to talk to people."

Mrs. Clark looked really sad "You aren't angry are you?" I laid down and shook my head, "Just tired...honestly."

She nodded softly "Get some rest doll. You have school tomorrow." She left. I missed my mom.

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