I blame him. What it went like was this:
Addie: DuShawn, guess what? Weâve come up with a whole new approach to the Freedom Party. Youâre going to love it.
DuShawn: Cool.
Addie: Itâs called the No-Name Party, and what we need is a list of all the names youâve ever been called.
DuShawn: Names?
Addie: Yes, names. Put-downs. You know what Iâm talking about.
DuShawn: Uh-huh. I get your drift. Youâre thinkinâ because Iâm black Iâve been called names.
Addie: Havenât you?
DuShawn: No.
Me: Never?
DuShawn: No. I mean, I know there are bigots out there, okay. And maybe Iâm just lucky, but Iâve never had to deal with it.
Addie: Well, but will you still run for president on our ticket?
DuShawn: Why do you want me to run, Addie?
Addie: I told you. Youâre smart and ...
DuShawn: And black, you said so yourself.
Addie: Well, yes, I guess so, but thatâs not...
DuShawn: Thatâs not what? You got no end to that sentence. And you got eyes that see no further than the color of my skin.
Me: Where are you going, DuShawn?
DuShawn: Iâm going to think this over.
Addie: Well, but, you wonât let us down, will you?
DuShawn: Whoâs lettinâ who down, Addie? Thereâs somethinâ for
you
to think over.
âDo you think DuShawnâs going to back out?â I ask Addie as Iâm slashing a red line through KNOW-IT-ALL.
Addie shakes her head, exasperated. âI hope not,â she goes. âI tried calling him before coming over here, but his sister said he wasnât home. I donât know why heâs being so sensitive. He said himself that the color of his skin is just a fact. The way he said the color of my skin isââ
âLike peach ice cream,â Skeezie pitches in. âOr was it the inside of almonds? The dude is a poet. Iâll tell you something else, Addie: The dude likes you.â
âWhat?!â Addie makes a mess of the circle sheâs drawing and crumples up LARDO).
âPrint that one out again,â I tell her, âItâs one of my favorites.â
âI do not know what youâre talking about,â she informs Skeezie, getting that tight-lipped look of hers that makes me think of Ms. Wyman. âThere is no wayDuShawn Carter likes me. And Iâm not saying that because Iâm white and heâs, you know...â
âThe color of night,â says the Skeeze.
âShut
up!â
Addie goes. I am detecting her peach ice-cream cheeks turning the shade of raspberry sherbet. âI am saying he couldnât like me because heâs always picking on me. Spitballs and whoopee cushions and last week he was poking me all through social studies. I could hardlyââ
âBreathe?â I go, and Skeezie and Joe and I crack up.
âYou guys! This is what I get for having three boys as my best friends.â
âCount your blessings,â says Joe. âGirlsâd tease you worse. I mean, if we were
girls,
the whole
school
would know you like Colin by now.â
Joe looks up from REE-TARD and goes, âOops.â
Silence takes over the room and holds us hostage. Addie glares first at Joe, then at Skeezie.
âYou told,â she says. âI canât believe you told.â
Skeezie runs a hand through his hair. âI, uh, well, I didnât mean to, it just kind of came out.â
âIt just kind of came out? How lame is that? I canât believe you told them, Skeezie. You promised.â
âDonât get mad at Skeezie,â says Joe, âand, anyway, weâre your friends, too. How come youâre keeping secrets from us?â
All of a sudden itâs Addie who looks like sheâs been caught. She glances down at FREAK and meticulously circles it.
âI thought you guys would laugh at meâ is what she says when she finally speaks. âIâve never liked a boy before.â
âSo?â Joe says.
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