Tyler Jackson grimaced as he saw Lebron's car pass him on the way to the parking lot.
There weren't that many black kids in his school, and most of them were middle-class ones. Tyler's mother had worked hard to get them into a nicer neighborhood so they'd have a chance of something better than what she'd had as a kid.
Both he and Lebron were on the basketball team, although Lebron was the star of the team.
The other boy was also cocky, arrogant, and acted a lot like Tyler's cousin, Tyrone, the black sheep of the family. But like his cousin, Tyler suspected Lebron was just a poser. After all, Lebron's family could afford to buy him that big car.
Despite that, acting ghetto wasn't exactly a crime. Lebron didn't do drugs or break any laws...at least that Tyler knew about. And they had an understanding. If Lebron wanted to call it brothers sticking together, that was fine with Tyler. It worked in getting him some time on the court.
Lebron spotted Tyler as soon as he got out of his car. He had no beef with him, although he was certainly a bit of a do-gooder. He wondered how Tyler would deal with a school with many more sexy sistas, instead of the slim pickings they had now.
He grinned to himself, reaching for the stone, and wishing that Tyler would be aware of all of the changes he made in school.
