Due to some rezoning, the upper crust suburban Woodcrest High School and the inner city Woodrow High School academy combine into Wuncler High School. How will the boondocks crew take to more minorities at their school? Some action adventure, and romance….and of course this wouldn't be high school without the daily dose of drama.

The rating is for later chapters. There will be lemons later.^_^ (This story is almost finished so I'll be able to post what I have on a regular basis.

Jaz/Huey, Caes/OC there will be some OCness in the Boondocks characters all in the reason that I wanted it like that but for the most part I tried to keep everyone in character.

Characters/Ages/Grades

Huey- 17 (Junior)

Jazmine-17 (Junior)

Riley-15 (Sophomore)

Gabriellé Romano (OC)-17 (Junior)

Marcus Johnson (OC)-17 (Junior)

Shanice Williams (OC)- 17(Junior)

Jason Henry (OC)-17(Junior)

Chapter 1: And It Begins

High School at Wuncler for the students was a place to front. Reputation was key to survival at school and for the upperclassmen, big things such as what kind of car you drove and what kind of clothes you wore were a must to unsure an easy life. No one knew this better than football varsity cheerleader Jazmine Du'Bois who sat in the school parking lot of the school leaning against her car, a yellow 2008 Pontiac Solstice. Her sweet disposition, friendly personality and good looks afforded her a pretty comfortable social status. It also didn't hurt that her father was a major political figure and she lived in Woodcrest Estates. She was waiting patiently for the others to come. She looked out among the parking lot spotting lots of familiars but just as many unfamiliars. The combining of the two high schools in Woodcrest made for a "more diverse setting for student to learn in" according to Ed Wuncler III. Jazmine didn't mind at all at the change. She actually liked the idea of having more minorities at school. The student parking lot was bustling with life as friends who hadn't seen each other over the summer were out of their cars chillin' and catching up. There was loud music playing from a few students who probably got new sound systems for their birthdays over the break. She sighed but a slight grin crossed her face when a familiar car entered her line of vision…..

Huey Freeman was now 6'1", dark brown hair pulled back into a puffy ponytail, since he grew out of his afro phase. Clad in a black t-shirt, baggy blue jeans, and black forces. He sighed as he finally arrived at school. Wuncler High School. A slightly longer commute than to the now old Wood Crest High but it wasn't too bad.

"Hey Huey! Hey Riley!" a familiar voice yelled to the brothers. It was the voice of Jazmine DuBois.

"Ay! What's Good Jazzy?" Riley drawled in his usual slang. Jazmine grinned.

"Nothing really." She turned her attention to Huey. "What's up Huey?"

"Nothing at all, just counting down 180 days."

"I kinda hear ya on that one. We're one more year closer to leaving the Boondocks." she quickly blushed.

"Pshh man what's so great about Woodcrest?" Riley butted in.

"Everything! It's peaceful, calm and it's just the ideal place for…"

"Saditty rich people…." Michael Caesar interrupted as he approached. His precise well-kept ebony dreads dangled above the bone structure of his shoulder blades, with his skin the tone of flawless chocolate. But his hoodie and baggy black jeans seemed to be unintentionally designed to make the average teenager crave him. They all turned to face the dread-head who stood with a slightly grin on his face. "What's good people?" Jazmine gasped gleefully.

"Caesar!" she hugged him happily. He laughed hugging her back. He let her go giving Huey and Riley some dap.

"Man…I can't believe summer is over already." He sighed.

"I know!" Jazmine beamed. "It did kinda fly by. But I'm kinda excited about this year." She added.

"Yeaah Boi. There's gonna be more black folks here." He glanced at Jazmine. "No offense or nothin'." Jazmine shrugged.

"None taken." She replied. The warning bell rung before anything else could be said.

"Well looks like it's time for class. I'll see yall later." Caesar glanced at his cell. And with that, the friends went their separate ways toward their classes. Caesar walked into the school occasionally speaking, when spoken to. Catching up with other friends in the hallways of the school, he also took notice of all of the "new" faces; perhaps they were the WHA students.

"Mm Mm Mmm." A pretty black girl groaned, hazel contacts irises with her eyes locked on Caesar. She eyed him almost hungrily, surrounded by a flood of her scantily clad friends. "Damn, the things I'd do to him if he were mine." She licked her gloss lips, closing her purse.

"Yours, Shanice? Good luck with that. You know how many girls have been after him!" Her friend differed, braiding her shoulder-length brown hair into a cute design in the front while searching desperately in the same direction.

"Where he at?! I don't see him!" Shanice smirked slightly, checking herself in her locker mirror to make sure she was as appealing as she could be. Shutting her locker, she watched as he walked by.

"Ohh look at him!" Shanice's eyes shaped into infatuated hearts. Caesar enjoyed a very comfortable social status at the school, being one of the three star basketball players for the previous WCHS. And with that status, sometimes came unwanted attention. Most dudes in his position would be quite content. Countless girls swooning over his good looks and athletic ability. And at one point, he enjoyed it…that was until his best friend Huey Freeman and Jazmine DuBois started having feelings for each other. He was happy for the two. He REALLY was. But it made him realize that he didn't have that kind of connection with any of the fast "hoes" at his school. And since Jazmine was playing "guard dog" and keeping the fast hoes off of Huey, Caesar was the target they went for. But for the time being he took the attention with a grain a salt patiently waiting for "the one" to actually catch his attention.

Caesar opened the door to head to his classroom, laughing at his thoughts.

"Damn man…" Most of the students in this class were wchs students last year so most of the students knew one another. Caesar, bored out of his mind was drawing on a scrap piece of paper. Though the rowdy wolf-whistles disrupted his "artistic" mood and forced him to rear his head up in a few bewildered blinks.

"Daaaamn…" Jason, one of the popular black guys from wchs jaw-slacked into agape.

"What the HELL yall trippin' about…?" Caesar briefly tore his gaze away from his "I'm bored" doodle. His eyes clung to the girl that stood outside the classroom door. It was the grey-eyed goddess standing there with Mrs. Marks

Outside…

"Oh. Here you go miss." The mysterious girl shoved a piece of paper with her schedule on it in the teacher's hand. Mrs. Marks looked at the schedule boredly, then back at the girl who was steadily looking at herself in her compact.

"Well come on in." the teacher drawled. Silently she followed behind her inside. Most if not all conversation stopped. "Class," she began. "We have another student." Everyone's eyes floated to the girl standing next to her. "What's your name again?" she asked slightly impatiently.

"Gabriellé." The new girl blatantly ignored her tone of voice. Mrs. Marks snorted slightly at this.

"Well you gonna tell us your last name." she asked sarcastically. The girl's eyes narrowed and she shut her compact with a loud snap causing Mrs. Marks flinched slightly.

"It's Romano." She answered back with attitude.

"….Well Ms. Romano could…. you please take a seat somewhere so I can continue class." she replied more shakily clearly startled by the girl's attitude. She hoisted her tote on her shoulder and made her way to an empty seat near the middle of the class. Nose high in the air, hips swaying as she made her way to a seat near the middle where some wha students were. She seemed to know them. All eyes were on her. Not because of the recent confrontation she had with that bitch Mrs. Marks, but because of her look. She had on a white designer top with blue glittery words that said GET LIKE ME on it, denim capris, and matching white and blue J's. Her hair was inky-black, pulled up in a large messy bun that sat on the top of her head along with her sunglasses. Her facial features and light brown skin would suggest that she was black but her grey eyes—perhaps they were contacts—and the long thick curly texture of her hair would suggest otherwise. Shanice, sitting right across from Caesar, gazed with unblinking bug-eyes at the popular boy in school. Her pencil fell from between her fingers, the left side of her nostril wrinkling in a single twitch. Rudely she stuck her foot out but "Miss Eight" with smooth reflexes stepped casually over it, icy grey eyes narrowing briefly yet dangerously at Shanice as she took her seat playfully talking to some of the students she sat near. To say Caesar wasn't interested in this girl would be a lie. He like the rest of the boys in the class who had never seen this girl before now found himself eyeing her—almost curiously. The eraser of his chewed pencil tapped against the desk recurrently along with his impatient foot, studying her every move. Her chin rested in her palm, full black eyelashes lowered slightly over her grey eyes and a dull expression plastered her face. She was texting away with her free hand on a blinged out iPhone. He grinned to himself at this. Shanice couldn't BELIEVE that this new chick just waltz up in the class and effortless stole all the male attention. Even from the popular "they can have any girl they want" boys. That was usually her doing. But now… -This girl…AUGH, this girl. Who the hell does she think she is? Her grey eyes are probably contacts, she probably stuffs her bra, and her hair was probably fake.- "…Bitch." Shanice grumbled out of the side of her mouth. "Might gotta take care of that one." She spoke to her posse glancing over her shoulder at the new girl who seemed to effortlessly steal of the attention off of her…..

PLZ R&R. Flames are welcomed (and ignored Lol)