A/N: Oh my God. Oh my freaking God. She just made her sequel to Not Just Friends. Is this the real life, or is this just fantasy? Yes, that's a Queen reference. Don't judge. Yes people, when I say I'll give you a sequel, by George, I'm gonna give it to you! Yes, it may be a little late, but it's still fan-fucking-tastic. I should be sleep right now, but because I love all of you oh so much, I'm presenting this to you. Don't forget to Read&Review!

Prologue

Jazmine tapped her fingers on her knees as she sat in the seat in the auditorium. She tried to listen to the principal talk, but pretty soon she zoned her out after the old lady started talking about how wonderful Jazmine's class was. She honestly was tired of it all: the graduation, the ceremony, and the fact that the lady was making a sappy inspirational speech about how life was going to be different and perfect after high school.

Thirty minutes into the ceremony, Jazmine was bored out of her mind. Everyone around her was grasping onto every word the principal spoke. These girls were the future of America, the cream of the crop. So why did they think that the principal was saying something in her probably recycled speech they won't hear ten times in the next day alone? She sighed. They're probably delusional. Next onstage was the valedictorian, who pretty much made the same speech over again. She was just glad she didn't have to make the stupid speech, because she would just tell the audience that she hated pretty much everybody that was graduating today and everyone could go fuck themselves.

She groaned for what seemed like the thousandth time and threw her head back. She was just waiting on the ceremony to be over. All of her things from her dorm were packed into the boxes, waiting for her dad to take her and leave the hell she was forced to be in for two years. Well, she was being slightly overdramatic, but she couldn't wait to leave. Unfortunately, she had to bear with these girls for a couple of more hours.

The girl next to her, whose name Jazmine couldn't think of at the moment, turned around and waved at someone in the audience. She sank lower into her seat. No one was here for her, except her father. Sarah, because Jazmine refused to call her mom anymore, was God knows where, and the only person she really wanted to be here was still in Woodcrest, because he had his own graduation to attend.

She blew a curl out of her view as she stared forward. She folded her arms across her chest and huffed once again. The unnamed girl tapped her on the shoulder and pointed the across the walkway to where Tom was sitting. He was signaling something that Jazmine couldn't understand, so she rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Aren't you excited?" the unnamed girl asked Jazmine. "I mean, this is the start of our new lives. We're not high schoolers anymore. We're finally adults. People are going to treat us differently."

Jazmine scoffed. "People aren't going to treat you differently just because you're finally out of high school. Anybody can graduate from high school. The people that work at McDonald's have a high school degree."

"Well… yeah…" the girl started, unsure of what to say next. "But… we're gonna be in college. I mean, it's so much different than high school. It's going to be so much better."

She didn't feel like bursting the girl's bubble anymore; she was just making it too easy. Jazmine grunted in response and turned back forward. Her bitter attitude while others were cheerful were starting to clash. Huey was rubbing off on her more than she thought. She was better off being quiet and not ruining anybody's day.

The audience clapped when the valedictorian was finally finished and the principal took her place and started calling out names. Jazmine's row stood up first and walked toward the stage. Her senior class wasn't big at all; with about forty students getting their diplomas today and Jazmine was number eight. At least she didn't have to wait long. Huey had about 250 people in his graduating class.

"Dammit," she said as she almost tripped over her blue gown, which was longer than she expected, even though she was wearing heels. She had to grip onto the railing of the stairs to regain her balance again. She hoped and prayed that she didn't bust her ass when she went to get her diploma.

"Jazmine Dubois."

Just like she practiced at the rehearsal a couple of days ago, she got on the small stair steps and walked across the stage. Halfway there, she absentmindedly looked out into the audience. Her dad was smiling widely and what she assumed was him recording a video of her walk, so he could watch it over and over again. She rolled her eyes and smiled to herself. She'll at least get to show Huey her walk.

She smiled at her principal as she received her diploma just so her dad could have at least one nice picture of her onstage. Her hand gripped tightly on the certificate and she looked down at her watch. Only thirty more minutes to go and she was out of there. She wondered if Huey was having more fun at his own graduation. She laughed to herself. Probably not.

Huey groaned and threw his head back as he sat in the seat in the auditorium. He tried to listen to the principal talk, but pretty soon he zoned him out after he started talking about how wonderful this class was. He honestly was tired of it all: the graduation, the ceremony, and the fact that this guy was making a sappy inspirational speech about how life was going to be different and perfect after high school.

Thirty minutes into the ceremony, he was bored out of his mind. Everyone around him was on their phones or sleeping, not even paying attention to the principal anymore. This was the future of America. Next was the valedictorian, who pretty much made the same speech over again. He was just glad he didn't have to make the stupid speech, because he would just tell the audience about 50% of the kids would drop out of college before getting a degree and 90% of them would never amount to anything.

Caesar turned around in his seat and looked at Huey. "Hey Huey, do you believe the bullshit she's saying?" He asked him. Huey rolled his eyes and shook his head. Caesar shrugged. "At least she's given them hope, though."

"Hope is irrational," Huey replied bluntly. He never was the hopeful one; faith, hopes and wishes were just things people made up to distract him from the reality. He was the realistic person, always looking at statistics and logic, along with common sense. Jazmine was the hopeful one.

Caesar smirked. "Always a positive one, huh?" He jokingly said.

"As usual."

Caesar tapped on his phone. "You still having that graduation party? That's a shocker coming from you, Freeman."

Huey scowled. "Unfortunately, I am. Aunt Cookie is under the assumption that I actually have friends at this school," he explained. He watched as Caesar smirked while he played with his phone, earning an eyebrow raise. "You better not invite anybody."

"I'm not," Caesar answered unconvincingly.

"I'm serious. I don't want random niggas in my house."

Caesar put his phone in his pocket. "Huey. I'm not inviting random niggas." Huey already knew that Caesar had found a loophole when he said that. Great. He expected to see at least twenty people at his house.

The audience clapped when she was finally finished and the principal took her place and started calling out names. Caesar's row stood up first and walked toward the stage. Caesar smirked at Huey as he made his way to the back of the line. He watched one by one as his classmates got their diplomas. When Caesar's name was called, he gave the principal a big cheesy grin and dap as he walked off the stage.

He looked over at the audience, trying to find out where his family was sitting. Right in the middle, he could see Riley and Cindy, along with Brielle, sitting on the end of the row. He couldn't see anyone else, but he was pretty sure Granddad and Aunt Cookie were right next to them. Although he didn't really care about the actual ceremony, he was pretty glad his aunt came all the way from Chicago to see him walk.

"Dammit," he said as he almost tripped over his red gown, which was longer than he expected. He didn't even want to wear the stupid thing, but the principal said that if he didn't wear it, he couldn't walk and if he didn't walk Granddad was most likely going to beat his ass because he had to pay for Aunt Cookie's plane ticket, and that ass-whooping wasn't worth skipping his graduation.

There were only a couple more people in front of him, and he could tell that his family was getting antsy. They were building up, getting ready for Huey to take the final walk, the first of his Freeman generation to graduate from high school. He rolled his eyes; they were more excited about him graduating than he was.

Clarissa Faulkner was the person in front of him. When her name was called, she turned around and blew a kiss in Huey's direction. He rolled his eyes. She had been trying to talk to Huey since forever, and when Jazmine left, Clarissa tried to step her game up, almost kissing him at one point. The crazy bitch couldn't take a hint until he had to push her off of him. Even then, it only made her like him even more. At least he wouldn't have to see her crazy ass anymore after this.

"Huey Freeman."

Just like he practiced at the rehearsal a few days ago, he got on the stair steps and made his way across the stage. Halfway there, he glanced back over at his family. They were cheering louder than anyone did for anybody else. He could see his grandfather and aunt standing up next to Caesar's mom and sister, cheering and whistling.

He shook the hand of the principal and stood at the podium for the all the pictures people could be taking. The principal shook his head once more before Huey walked off and back to his seat. He read his diploma.

This certifies that Huey Freeman has completed all necessary blah, blah, blah.

He looked at his watch. Figuring that since he was in the front of the line, and they were only on letter H now, he had about two more hours before he could finally go home. He groaned and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. It was going to be a long day.

Jazmine tapped her foot on the tile of the lobby. She was already out of her graduation gown and was currently waiting on her father. She questioned if she could even see her father, considering the sea of people that was in front of her. For only a few people to be graduating, there sure were a lot of family members and such crammed into a small place. She blew a curl out of hair. Damn, where was her father?

"You changed out of your robe?" her father asked, when he finally spotted Jazmine by the door. "I wanted to take a couple of pictures of you up close…" she hated when her dad sounded dejected, especially if it was her fault.

"Daddy, you can take as many pictures as you want of me in my gown when we get home," Jazmine reassured him. "Right now, I just want to go home to my own room."

Tom sighed. "Listen, Jazmine. I know you're still holding some resentment from having to go to this boarding school, but… it's been two years. Aren't you just a little bit happy that you got to experience this? I mean, most girls don't have the privilege of going to this nice school."

To say she hated it here was an understatement. Loathed was a better word for it. She loathed every atom, every tiny minuscule fleck of dust on the campus. There was no point in the two years of her admission did she enjoy it here, except the times she went back home.

"This was a life-changing moment and I'm glad that I got to go to this school," she lied. Her dad seemed satisfied with her answer and enveloped her in a hug. "Are you going to bring the car near the dorms? Because I need to put the boxes in the back." Her dad didn't need to get distracted. They were on a mission.

Tom nodded and walked off. Jazmine headed back to the upperclassmen dorms and walked to room 113 for the last time. She unlocked the door and stepped into the room. Her boxes were stacked on her bed, along with her duffel bag.

She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself one last time in the smudged reflection. She played with her hair for the umpteenth time when she noticed something in the corner. She grabbed the picture and couldn't believe she almost left it. She smiled at Huey's baby picture. She remembered that she taped it up there when she first arrived in the dorm.

"And to think I almost forgot you," she said. She put the picture in her dress pocket and patted it. She swung the duffel bag over her shoulders and grabbed her boxes. She was walking out of the door when her roommate stopped her.

"Jazmine?" she questioned with huge puppy eyes. "Are you about to leave?"

Jazmine gulped hard. Elizabeth was her sophomore roommate since last year, due to a technicality. She practically taught her everything she knew. Elizabeth was the ten year old version of Jazmine, only Elizabeth was sixteen. She was too naïve for her age, way too emotional, and was basically shut off from the world, like Jazmine. Jazmine was Elizabeth's big sister, and now she had to leave her little sister.

"Yeah, Lizzie. I gotta go back home," she explained to her, as if she was a five year old. She straightened Elizabeth's tie on her neck. She made sure she didn't show too much excitement in her voice, just not to offend Elizabeth. "You can still text or Skype me if you need help, alright?"

Elizabeth started to tear up. "I don't know how I'm gonna survive without you, Jazmine!" she bawled. "It's gonna be so hard!"

Jazmine sighed. Was she this annoying when she was younger? How did she still have friends? "Elizabeth, you knew that one day, I won't be able to be here physically with you. But if you remember everything I taught you, I'll always be with you, right there." She pointed at her heart.

Wow, could that have been anymore cheesy? I sound like I'm about to die or something.

Nevertheless, Elizabeth ate it up, like the girly girl she was, and gave Jazmine a hug before she went to her dad's car. Elizabeth sniffed a few times, before solemnly waving goodbye and walking back to the dorms. The girl was dramatic, that's for sure. Jazmine shrugged and put the boxes in the back seat of the car.

She turned around and looked at her former school. She felt as if she should probably say something meaningful about how she truly felt about her two years here. She sighed.

"Fuck that," she muttered to herself as she walked to the passenger side of the car. Tom started up the car, and pulled out of the parking lot. Although she wasn't fully paying attention to her dad, he continued on about he went to a private school, and how much his education was significantly different than his public school friends.

Actually, Jazmine didn't learn anything educationally she didn't already know from public school. She only learned about sluts, fake girls, and cheating rings. She could've been higher in the class rankings if she wasn't so angry at being in a boarding school her first semester. It didn't matter in the end; she was going to be reunited with Huey and that's all that mattered.

And they were definitely going to reunite all night tonight.

She blushed at the thought of him and hoped that Tom didn't see her red tint. She usually didn't try to think about Huey like that, but had been two years. She missed seeing him every day, she missed that he would sometimes give her the smallest smile whenever she snuggle next to him, she missed the secret kisses he would give her, but most of all…

She just missed him.

They had been through a lot together. He was there through all of her bad times. He was there through all of the good times. He was always there, just like she would always be there for him, even if he claimed that he didn't need it. Even if he was being stubborn, she would be right behind him.

She yawned loudly. She only had about seven hours of sleep, and although that was enough for some people, Jazmine was used to about nine to ten hours of rest to properly function without snapping at people. She put in her earphones and quickly went to sleep, with dreams of her man playing through her head.

"Uncle Hooey!"

Brielle slapped his chest as hard as her little hand could. Huey opened his eyes and looked down at his niece. She smiled and waved at him. He smirked at the sight of her tiny smile. "What do you want, Brielle?" he asked, pushing the curls out of her face.

"Downstairs," she requested, pointing towards the balcony. He sighed and stretched up, letting his joints loosen up again. He picked Brielle up and balanced her on his hip. "Thank you!" she answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, yeah," he responded, trying to balance Brielle in one hand and a baby gate in the other. When he reached the first floor, he sat Brielle down, who immediately ran off to find Riley or Cindy. He fixed the gate at the bottom of the stairs when he heard his name.

"Huey! There you are, sweetheart," Aunt Cookie said, emerging from the hallway. "Are you really wearing that for the party?" He looked down at his outfit. Before he could counteract, Aunt Cookie waved the question away. "Never mind, just… go and have fun at your party."

He turned to see people grouping in the living room. He was about to go back up the stairs, but was stopped by Aunt Cookie when she grabbed his arm. She gave him "the look" that he knew he had to stay.

And then in the course of twenty minutes, he already saw at least fifteen people he'd never seen before. Whoever told Aunt Cookie these people were his friends, they were sadly mistaken. Some of the people were in Riley's grade, some of them were definitely freshman, and the few he did know, he probably never gave them the time of day. And more people were coming through the door.

"Fucking Caesar."

Caesar had better hope that Huey didn't find him in this large crowd, because he definitely had a few choice words to say to his so-called "best friend" And what's even worse, is that he couldn't find his family anywhere. It seemed like Granddad, Riley and Cindy, and even Aunt Cookie, who he saw just mere minutes ago, were missing.

"Huey!" Caesar said, laughing. He wanted to lunge at him, but there were too many witnesses. "Look, I know yo ass don't like parties, but I only invited a couple people. Then somebody put it on Twitter…"

Huey rolled his eyes. "You idiot. Didn't I say I didn't want anybody at my house?"

"You said you didn't want random niggas!"

Huey sighed. "Sometimes I question our friendship," he admitted, shaking his head.

Caesar smirked and grabbed Huey, embracing him. "Nigga, you know you love me!" Caesar joked. He turned him around and showed him the entire living room, packed with people. "Enjoy this, Freeman. You a college boy now. This is gonna be normal."

"Yay," he answered sarcastically. He shoved Caesar off of him and checked his pockets for his phone. "I'll be right back."

"Whatever!"

Huey tried to make his way through the hallway, successfully forcing a walkable path. When he finally got to the front, thinking about locking the door so more people won't come in. He also noticed that not only did the baby gate keep out Brielle; it also kept out dumbass teenagers. Who knew? He was about to make his way to his room when he heard the doorbell ring. He raised an eyebrow. Usually people just entered. Apparently the person got the message, because the door opened. His eyes widened when he saw the person.

Jazmine.