Jamal gets ambushed?

And so Jamal and Bria walked out of the chemistry class together with him still trying to explain the concept to her. "But how do I tutor you? You're totally smarter than me!" the beauty tried to reason.

"Just understand that we'll be partners now in every class, and we'll work together and help you succeed in your dreams," Jamal said to her, but had already lost her attention.

"Hi, Moose!" Bria chirped as they were greeted in the hallway by the hunky athlete the busty blonde was currently dating. She reached up to him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and kissing him deeply. Jamal watched awkwardly as Moose took hold of one of her breasts and gave it a hearty squeeze. "Moose, no!" Bria gasped, laughing nervously as she glanced over at her lab partner.

"What are you lookin' at, pervert?" Moose demanded when he saw Jamal lingering around, but Bria quickly corrected him.

"Moose, this is Jerome, I'm tutoring him in chemistry, right?" Bria's introduction turned into a question which Jamal confirmed without correcting the name. "We're quite the team!" She laughed but Moose glowered at the smaller boy.

"Well, I'll see you after lunch, Bria," Jamal replied before walking away, still feeling Moose's disapproving gaze weighing heavily on his back.

"You're a tutor?" Moose asked as Bria took him by the hand and led him to the cafeteria.

"Yeah, it was Jerome's idea," Bria explained. "He's really smart."

"So why does he need a tutor?"

"It's complicated, Moose!" Bria evaded. "What's the big deal?"

"Well, he obviously is trying to make a move on you," Moose speculated.

"You are so jealous!" Bria groaned dismissively. "Moose, he's black!"

"Yeah, and black guys love blondes! And he sees a gorgeous blonde that he can trick into fucking, and probably passing around for a gangbang."

"What are you talking about?" Bria turned, shocked. "Where are you getting this from?"

"There's no greater shame than being a nigger-lover," Moose declared. "It's the ultimate insult to your community and your family, and once it happens it can't be undone."

"That's racist bullshit, Moose!" Bria snapped, pushing away from him and storming away. Instead of spending lunch hour with him, she sat with some girlfriends and gossiped to try and take her mind off of that unpleasant exchange.

Bria made her way to her first class after lunch, but when she saw Jamal he looked different; his clothes were slightly dissheveled and he had what appeared to be some slight swelling on the side of his face. In response to Bria's inquiry, Jamal told her that somebody jumped him and he had been in a fight. "He told me to stay away from you."

"Me?!"

"Yeah, he said that my kind couldn't be trusted with a girl like you," Jamal recounted. "I managed to fight him off. Don't worry about it, they can't scare me off." Bria was reminded of the hateful things Moose had said and felt responsible for putting Jamal in this situation after he was just trying to help her with her studies. She felt guilty for the racially-motivated attack but also impressed with his courage.

"My hero," she cooed, reaching over and taking his hand.