What's good everybody?! I'm back for another one, heh been awhile hasn't it? The idea for this had been swimming around in my head for a while, but I have to give a big thank you to Operation Doomsday for making me get off my lazy ass and actually write this. But anyways enough with my babbling :)

Summary: Never having been content with her hair or herself in general, Jazmine's insecurities finally reach a head when she meets a girl who changes her for the "better"

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters they all belong to McGruder. But I do however own Paige.

"OOCH!"

"OUCH!"

"DARN-IT!"

"EUUGGHH! JEEZ!"

Jazmine's frustrated grunts could be heard all throughout her house as she battled to comb through an angry and evil monster she called her hair. It wasn't like she hadn't gone through this extremely long and painful process every morning. She knew the drill, and apparently so did her hair, but today it seemed to have a mind of it's own.

"Uggghhh! Come on! AAHHHH!" she shrieked as the comb she had been trying to tug through her hair broke in her nappy tangles.

"Jazmine are you alright in there!?" her mother called from downstairs.

"I'm fine!" she yelled back. Just trying to comb this mess, Jazmine muttered a sigh and stared at her reflection in the mirror, just picking out all her imperfections. Her biggest one being the big ball of mess on her head. But despite all the negative thoughts that were running through her mind at the moment, she really didn't look like the unattractive 17 yr old she thought she did. In fact it was quite the opposite. She had filled out nicely over the years (or as Riley put, she finally ate a hamburger) yet she still had a petite and curvy figure to her. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand and realized she only had a few minutes before her ride came.

"Uggghhh. Not even 8:00 yet and already stuff is going wrong." Doing the best she could with the situation at hand, she just put on a headband that matched her clothes and left it like that. Poofy and all over the place.

That was one problem she had with being a half-breed. Despite the fact that she was always considered either just black, or just white, when really it was just both. But people failed to realize that, and it bothered her. Alot.

She grabbed her bag and ran downstairs almost crashing into her unsuspecting father.

"AHHHH! Omigod! H-Hootttt Hot!" Mr. Dubois scampered about trying to save the rest of his coffee that spilled over in their morning "greeting".

"Sorry dad, I'll see you later!" Jazmine waved him goodbye while making it out the front door, just in time to catch a ride from none other than the uh-oh oreo known as Cindy.

She pulled up in a red Mercedes Benz convertible blaring Last Night by her most adored rapper P-Diddy.

Instead of getting P-Diddy for her birthday like she asked, her parents had got her a car instead. She must've thrown the biggest fit Jazmine, or anybody else for that matter, had ever seen. Especially for a 17 year old. Most kids would be happy just to get a CAR, much less an expensive one like a Mercedes. But noooo, Cindy just had to have her precious "Diddy" (Which by the way she never got)

"Wuzzup girl!?" she chirped as Jazmine got in the passenger seat.

"Nothin much," she shrugged as she closed the door.

" Daaammmnn, bad hair day huh?" Cindy took her shades off to get a better look at her hair.

"It's that noticeable huh?" Jazmine tried patting it down, but to no avail.

"Uh-huh, you wanna wear one of my Sean John hats?" she offered.

"Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. You know we're not allowed to wear them at school anyways. Besides I doubt my hair can fit in that thing,"

"Oh, oh yeah. Well I'm sure no one will notice," she waved it off.

"Uh-huh, right," Jazmine nodded her head skeptically as they headed toward the school.

[1st period Mr. Weiner's class

"Hey Afro man, why yo gurl hair look like a chia pet?" the young thug in training laughed mercilessly as he ragged on his brothers girl. God not even to my seat yet and he had to say something. Well then again what was I expecting? He is Riley after all.

Jazmine thought angry thoughts about him and her stupid hair as she slid in her seat next to Huey. And half listened while Huey smacked him on the back of his big head.

Standing at 5'11(only 2 inches shorter then his brother) head full of cornrows and always wearing a look on his face that said "bitch please," the once rambunctious rugrat had done a lot of growing up. Physically wise. Mentally, Riley was still the same as ever. An overly headstrong wanna-be thug nigga who never bowed down to stank hoes.

To be completely honest, he wasn't even supposed to be in that class with them. But when they messed up his schedule in the beginning of the school year he was to lazy to get it changed, so he just left it the way it was.

"Now class settle down and open your books to ch.14," Mr. Weiner's nasally voice was barely audible as the class talked over him. With a name like Mr. Weiner students (even some teachers) rarely took him seriously.

"Class…" he tried again.

"Class please…"

Even more talking.

"ALL OF YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING TRAPS BEFORE I SHOVE THESE YARDSTICKS SO FAR UP YOUR ASSES THAT YOU SHIT THROUGH YOUR MOUTH!!!!!" He screeched. He inhaled sharply with his toupee' lopsided and nostrils flared.

The class finally got quiet after witnessing his sudden out burst, and in fear all opened their books to chapter 14.

"Now.." he began but was interrupted by the soft knocking on his door.

"Damnit who the hell is it?" Mr. Weiner mumbled curses under his breath as he walked to his door and opened it. Just to be greeted by a girl who was primping herself in the mirror of her compact while she waited.

Mr. Weiner looked her up and down in a bored way before clearing his throat to get her attention.

"Oh, here you go sir," the mysterious girl shoved a piece of paper with her schedule on it in his face while she was steady looking at herself in her little mirror.

Mr. Weiner eyed the girl then turned his attention to the piece of paper.

"Oh boy, what a joy, a new student," he said sarcastically.

"Well, don't just stand there. Come on in and join this class in making my day a living hell," Mr. Weiner motioned his hands toward the inside of his class as she walked in, with him following not too far behind.

"Ok class we have a new student, this is umm….what's your name again?" he asked tiredly.

"Hmm? Oh it's Paige,"

"Do you have a last name Paige?" He asked, already starting to get annoyed at the seemingly innocent girl.

This time she shut her compact with a loud snap and shoved it into her designer purse, while giving him a look that made him shrink back a bit.

"It's Druitt," she said frostily.

"Well Ms. Druitt could you please take a seat somewhere so I can start my friggin lesson?!" he shot back at her with just as much flare.

"Gladly," she hoisted her purse on her shoulder and made her way to the back of the class.

Nose high in the air, hips swaying as she made her way to a seat, all eyes were on her. Not because of the recent confrontation she had with that jack ass Mr. Weiner, but because of her look.

She had on a cherry red designer top with glittery words that said NAUGHTY on it, a short jean skirt, and matching red flats. Her hair was straightened and had a loose curl at the end of it that bobbed as she walked. It was pulled up in a high ponytail that sat on the top of her head along with her sunglasses. Her skin tone however, was tan just like a certain mulatto she plopped down beside.

Jazmine had no idea, but this wolf in sheep clothing's was about to turn her world upside down. And it all started with a simple "Hi."

Well that was chapter 1. I know it was kinda boring but the next few chapters shouldn't be. I don't know how long I'm gonna make this but it'll be less then 10 chapters :) Anyways reviews and constructive critisism are always welcome. Flames however aren't

Much Luv,

MizzCookielover