A/N: This is the first time I've ever tried to write a Fan fiction so please bare with me. I'm used to creating the characters rather than taking characters created by someone else and trying to learn everything about them and try to guess at how they would react in new situations. If you like this story please review. I have a squeal already planned if this goes well and I have another more action oriented story in development. Please pardon any grammar mistakes, I'm not an editor so i miss things, if you see errors hit me up so I can correct them, but I am Canadian and proud of it so i won;t change spelling variations. the story will move into action themes and crime (Riley's crimes) later int he series. That being said please review, good or bad i want everything, don't sugar coat it. I listed this as adventure/crime because their was no sport genre and later in the series there will be more action scenes and their will be crimes committed and i"m guessing you can guess by who.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Boondocks Aaron McGruder does, but I wish I did, but I guess it would be little racist if I did.
Chapter One - Wuncler's New Gamble
He shuffled his feet, firmly planting his left red and black shoe into the soft ground and then followed suit with his other foot. He dug in as he started his count. The line in front of him shuffled and someone ran behind him crossing form one side of the line to the other. As he passed him, he bent over to receive the ball from his centre, his tall black afro rustling in the light breeze. Once the runner reached the end of the line he shouted, "Hike, Hike" (he did not like the traditional 'hut') and his centre snapped the lemon shaped, brown leather ball back into his waiting hands.
Once he felt the ball firmly in his hands, he stood up straight and took two steps back to put distance between him and his offensive line which was trying desperately to hold back the charging defensive line. The lines where only made of six people, the biggest guys on his team. On either end of his line his receivers shot down the field in their prearranged routes, one with cornrows running down his neck to his shoulders took a long route past much of the defensive line except for the single defender who tried unsuccessfully to shadow him and hooked back toward him. He was his target and as his offensive line finally broke down and a large defender broke through, he released a bullet pass across the field.
He watched the ball spiral perfectly through the air until the big teenager ran him over like a freight train. His breath rushed out from his lungs and under the weight of his attacker he gasped for breath hoping the ball made it to his target. He wanted to beat these white rich boys so bad.
"Oh ya Reezy in da house, son," he heard from down the field. "I all up in ya grills, playas."
"You okay Huey," his best friend and snapper Michael Caesar asked, his dreads bouncing around as he bobbed his head to the music in his head. He offered Huey his hand and the teenage revolutionary accepted it and allowed his friend to pull him to his feet.
"Niggas you gay," Riley called from the end zone where he was hanging off the field goal posts at the end of his touchdown celebration. If there was one thing they could count on was Riley's showboating, and to showboat he needed to score so he would do everything to score.
"Hurry and set up before the bell rings," a white kid from Riley's class shouted trying to organize his players. They were only three points behind and needed to at least get within field goal range if they did not want to lose. But they did not even get a chance to line up as the bell rang out loud commanding everyone to return to their classes, their lunch was over.
"Looks like we win this one," Caesar cheered, slapping Huey on the back.
"Now it's back to our white controlled excuse for a school," Huey muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets and lowering his head.
It was utter chaos near the school doors as all the students on the field during their lunch period tried to squeeze through the two small doors before the second bell rang and they were late. Just inside the doors was the first set of lockers that lined just about every wall in the three floor school. Standing in front of the first two lockers were two familiar girls. One dressed in almost entirely in pink was slender and fragile looking with light caramel skin and uncontrollable hair that she desperately to contain in twin puffy ponytails. Her name was Jazmine Dubois and had been Huey's neighbour since they both moved into Woodcrest, Maryland six years ago. Beside Jazmine leaning against the lockers was the athletically built and taller Cindy McPhearson, her best friend. Huey did not particularly like Cindy, seeing her has the epidemy of what was wrong with black culture, she was white and essentially a female version of his delinquent brother Riley.
"How was the game?" Jazmine asked closing her locker and sliding up beside Huey who scowled but let it go.
"We won," Caesar gloated. "Put a slammin' on those white boys."
"I saw part of it, it was straight up trippin'," Cindy added. "Where's my ace anyway?"
"Riley hopefully went to class," Huey said pushing his way through the crowd to their next class. By a strange coincidence they all had their afternoon classes together, but Riley being two years younger and only a freshman only had Cindy, whose grades had suffered since she began hanging out with Riley and failed some of her classes, for his morning classes and in the afternoon was alone in the school as the only black freshmen he made a regular habit of not showing up to his afternoon, something Huey was trying and failing to correct. He generally, much to the dismay of Huey, spent his time at Ed Wuncler III's house.
Inside the classroom they were met by a surprise guest. He was a bulbous old man dressed in an expensive looking suit, he was Ed Wuncler Sr. and he owned pretty much all of the Woodcrest and the surrounding area, including the school and their house.
"Ah just the little group of miscreants I was looking for," Wuncler smiled his fake smile to the group while wiping the sweat of his wrinkled face. "I have a proposition for you."
"No," Huey said definitely and considering the conversation over began walking toward his seat.
"I have a little thing with some peers on the upcoming high school mixed gender football season and we all know your people are fast," Wuncler continued ignoring Huey's refusal as if it never happened
Huey stopped in his tracks and turned around to stare at Wuncler with glowering eyes. "My people?"
"We all know you are just built to be faster and I want you to organize a football team for me," Wuncler continued to ignore Huey's outbursts.
"Once again...NO!" Huey snapped wondering what the school and cops would do if he knocked the old man on his rear.
"I'm not really giving you a choice, Huey Freedman," Wuncler said addressing Huey directly for the first time. "I've bet all my property in Woodcrest on the outcome of this year's season. That includes your house Freedman and yours as well Jazmine Dubois."
"I'm in," Caesar said, still bobbing his head to the music in his head. Huey just looked at his friend annoyed with the habit he had developed over the years. "This could be fun and I used to play back in Brooklyn."
"B-ball don't start til spring so I'm in," Cindy added with a mischievous smile on her face. "Reezy would never miss a chance to get some paper so I'm sure he's in too."
"Reezy?" Wuncler looked at her with confusion and pity. Pity at how this nice little white girl was turning out.
"Riley" Cindy huffed; she did not like using his real name.
"I want to play too," Jazmine chimed in. "I'm not very athletic but I used to play a little soccer, so I can kick."
Huey sighed and pressed his index finger and thumb against the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He could not let Jazmine play a sport like football, she'd get torn apart. "Fine, I don't like it but I'll do it as long as I have full control of the team. That includes players, uniforms, name, and coaching responsibilities."
"I knew you'd see it my way Freedman," Wuncler laughed evilly and flashed his fake smile again. "Your first game is in two weeks so have your team ready to play by then."
"Whatever," Huey huffed again fed up with the white man that epitomized the evil he dedicated his live to fighting. "Just leave me alone."
Wuncler just continued to smile his fake smile; he always got what he wanted, just like with the dodge ball game years ago. Just before he made it all the way out the door he turned back to Huey. "By the way I have a special player for you. He'll be at your first try-outs, I'm sure he'll help your team immensely. He cost me a lot of money to get, so you better win." Leaving that threat hanging over their heads Wuncler departed whistling a light tune in victory.
With a groan Huey and the gang slid into their seats at the back of the class all but Huey abuzz about the new student who would be playing football with them.
Look forward to the next chapter that will be up in a few days. You'll finally meet this new mystery import. What kind of character could her be. The team is going to have their first practice and possibly meet their first rival team.
