Argh, so many plot bunnies in my head. But I had to write a Boondocks fic, because I love this show!

Chapter 1: Screw you, Huey Freeman

The bell rang, and Jazmine folded her hands in excitement as the student's lingering around the hallway quietly shuffled in. Their teacher, Miss Shaw, wrote the instructions for their next assignment on the board, and groans of misery filled the room. Including one from her best friend, Cindy. She blew a long strand of blonde hair out, and rolled her wide blue eyes at Jazmine's eager expression.

"Girl, you must be trippin'."

Jazmine, cocked her head at Cindy, "Why?"

"You look like you excited to be here."

Jazmine rolled her light green eyes. He large, strawberry blonde afro wiggled as she nod her head. "I love this class! I can't wait for-"

Her exclamation was promptly interrupted when the door swung open, and all eyes in the class turned to the boy standing in the door. Jazmine's eyes widened, along with a few other gasps as he walked all the way into the classroom. He had rich caramel skin, wide maroon eyes, and a huge afro. He was tall too, about six foot three, and his stance would make him seem carefree, except for the deep arch of his thick eyebrows, and the small scowl that curled his lips.

"Ooh girl, he is soo fine," Cindy gushed in her ear, leaning across her desk, "And those eyebrows. Definitely on fleek."

"I think he looks kind of angry." The mulatto whispered back, still examining the new boy carefully.

His was wearing a loose white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, along with jeans and a pair of Timberlands. His small backpack was slung over his shoulder, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, white piece of paper. His voice was speaking so low that Jazmine couldn't hear him no matter how hard she strained her neck forward as he gave the paper to Miss Shaw.

Miss Shaw then turned to the curious students, "Everyone, this is Huey Freeman. Him and his family is new to Wood Crest, and he will be joining our tenth grade English class."

Miss Shaw glanced down at Huey expectantly, and he raised his eyebrow a little before waving silently.

"He seems like a mysterious bad boy with a deep past. Girl, what'chu think?" Cindy whispered.

Jazmine giggled, "Don't be silly."

"You can find an empty seat, "Miss Shaw said, and Huey nodded before walking directly down the aisle Jazmine was in.

As Jazmine took a closer look at him, he didn't seem very angry at all. Not even a hint of anxiousness. He was just...impassive, as if he couldn't care less if he was there or not. She noticed he didn't make eye contact with anyone, his focus was on something.

Is it...me? Jazmine blushed at the thought.

But then he slid into the empty seat right next to her, and she wanted to punch herself. Of course, he was only trying to find a seat. That made more sense.

Her heart picked up at the thought of the new boy sitting so close to her. Miss Shaw began explaining their new assignment to analyze Romeo and Juliet, and for some reason...Jazmine just couldn't focus. Her heart was still beating obnoxiously loud in her chest, and she sat straighter in her seat, trying to make herself comfortable. But this heat...it wasn't going away!

Against her better judgement, Jazmine relented and snuck a look at Huey. He looked as impassive as ever, he was lounged back in his seat with one arm draped against the back of his chair. His foot was tapping softly, and he stared ahead...not necessarily at Miss Shaw though.

As if sensing her gaze, he blinked and suddenly he was looking at her. Jazmine froze, too shocked to look away. He held her gaze, and she could already feel the heat crawling up her cheeks as his unique maroon eyes stared at her, observing every inch of her face. And then, a tiny, almost nonexistent smirk formed at the corner of his mouth, causing the mulatto to gasp and blush even harder.

She forced herself to tear her gaze away from his deep, maroon scrutiny, and face the front. She shifted in her seat again, but couldn't completely dismiss the thought of being watched. She knew it was Huey, and she wasn't liking it. It felt like he was trying to stare down into her soul, and she shifted again, clasping her moist hands tight as she tried to follow along with Miss Shaw as she read Shakespeare out loud.

It was no use. She could feel his stare as if he was burning two holes into the back of her head.

"Alright," Miss Shawl announced loudly, thankfully distracting her, "Now discuss Act three scene one with the person on the left."

Jazmine shot a pleading look at Cindy. She must've misinterpreted it, because Cindy gave her a teasing wink, before turning to talk to another girl. Jazmine shut her eyes, taking in a deep breath.

She could do this...talking to a boy wasn't that hard? Right?

Twirling a piece of her strawberry-blonde curls nervously, she turned to meet the stare of Huey Freeman.

"Um...hi." Jazmine wanted to punch herself again. That was so incredibly awkward!

He rose a perfectly arched eyebrow.

Her shoulders sagged, and she muttered, "My name is Jazmine."

"I can see that."

His voice was a little deeper than she expected, but it still managed to bring heat to her cheeks and have her heart pounding in her ears. She stared up at him, "Huh?"

"It's all over your binder." He inclined his head to the purple, glittery mess that was her binder.

Jazmine flushed again, moving it out of his view as she chuckled nervously. "So um...what do you think of Act three scene one."

"Personally, I think Shakespeare's a chauvinistic bastard, and people should stop glorifying his work because it is blasphemous and contemptuous."

Jazmine's eyes widened, "What?"

That was definitely not a response she was expecting.

Huey just shook his head, staring down at the floor, "Never mind. I mistook you as being competent."

Her wide green eyes narrowed, and Jazmine frowned, "Hey! I am competent!"

Amusement danced in his eyes, "Prove it."

The only problem was, Jazmine didn't know exactly how she could prove it. She opened in her mouth to protest, before promptly closing it and her shoulders slumped again as she crossed her arms.

Huey's tiny smirk widened, "That's what I thought."

Jazmine huffed indignantly, "Well, you don't have to be so-"

"Rude? Crude? Insulting?" He interrupted her, mimicking her crossed arms and raised an eyebrow.

She spluttered to a stop.

"Couldn't help it. You were so predictable, everything about you is predictable."

"What?"

"You're half black, half white. You live in a modest suburban neighborhood and your parents probably have a career in the government. You're naive, full of inexperience, and a straight A student."

Jazmine just blinked. "H-How did you...?"

She stopped, when Huey's hand reached out, and softly grabbed one of her curls. He completely ignored her profuse blushing and flustered state as his maroon gaze focused on her soft curls, twirling it in between his thumb and index finger.

"You're hair is interesting." He intoned thoughtfully.

Jazmine was bewildered. Her brain was screaming at her to push him away, but her heart craved the touch. She even found herself leaning in so close that Huey's hand brushed against her warm cheeks.

Huey smirked, letting go of her hair, "Overall Appealing...but slightly incompetent, and dainty."

"Dainty?" She repeated, her cheeks burning but her eyes narrowed into a glare.

He nodded cooly, "That's what I said."

"Why, you-"

The bell rang, and thankfully cut her off, because she had no remarks to give. So instead, she turned away from him, harrumphing as she stood up, grabbed her backpack hanging off the back of her chair, and slammed her seat to the desk. She was almost halfway through the door when someone tapped on her shoulder. She spun on her heel to come even closer to Huey Freeman. He was almost a head taller than her, and that made her irritated.

Was there a boy in this school that wasn't always looming over her height?

Huey's smirk said he was up to no good, but she warily stayed where she was.

"What?" She asked, glad that her tone came out curtly.

Something was pressed to her chest, and for a wild second, she actually thought he was feeling her up in the middle of the hallway. But when she looked down, it was just her glittery, purple binder. Her cheeks burned as she tried to get the thought of him touching her out of her head, and she snatched the notebook out of his hold. And with whatever dignity she had left, Jazmine Dubois, turned on her heel and marched to Chemistry.

Screw you, Huey Freeman. She thought to herself smugly.