Well. I did a poll asking which story I should do next and this one won out...by a longshot. It was quite funny. It was tied with All Roads Lead to Washington, but I'm already doing that one, so naturally that'll be updated as well. I don't know how much I'll update this one, but season three's about to start pretty soon so...maybe it'll give me inspiration when I feel I have none. :P

Um...I seem to have a thing with Prologues (I'm a sucker for backstories) so feast your eyes on this boring, seemingly irrelevant one. BOOM.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Boondocks

May 3, 2010

"You want to explain to me why the hell everyone's telling me they saw you Saturday night with someone else?"

The hallways were bright and cheery, the late morning sun streaming in through the wide windows that were opposite of the row of lockers that stretched down. The loud chatter from the senior courtyard was floating in from outside, a gust of spring air coming in from the double doors not too far down the hall. It was late May and the mood of the school was filled with excitement; not only was the weather finally nice, but school would be out for the summer in a month. Exams were right around the corner, but it seemed as if even the looming prospect of finals couldn't bring anyone down.

Well, minus a couple of Ed Wuncler Senior High School's junior students.

The hallway was so empty that his voice, already filled with a poorly concealed anger, seemed even louder. Sixteen year old Jazmine DuBois turned to face him, holding her books protectively to her chest. She looked up at him, her curly ponytail bobbing slightly as she shook her head.

"You don't." Huey Freeman's voice was flat. "You don't feel you at least owe me that."

She wasn't looking at him. Her green eyes stared down at the floor, focusing on her shiny black flats. They were swimming with tears.

"Answer me!" He yelled, making her visibly flinch. He'd yelled like that before, sure, but it was never directed to her. Ever. Even when they'd been having their many arguments over the past few weeks, his voice had never gotten louder than her's. Even when they'd had their big fight that resulted in them giving each other the silent treatment just a few days ago, his voice hadn't been as hard, as scary as this. Huey was an intimidating person. Everyone knew that.

She supposed that she'd gotten so used to the quiet side that this was coming as a shock.

"No." Her voice was barely above a whisper. He eyed her.

"No what?"

"It's not true." Jazmine shook her head, swallowing. "Any of it."

Huey set his jaw, glaring down at her. "So you mean to tell me that the eleven different people who came up to me to tell me that they saw you disappearing into some bedroom with another guy at Caesar's birthday party Saturday night were lying." His voice was filled with disbelief. Jazmine sighed, shrugging. He slammed a fist into his locker with frustration, making her jump.

"Are you kidding me?!"

She blinked at him wordlessly. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" He was so loud that his voice was echoing off the lockers, floating through the empty hallway. Luckily everyone was at some pep rally for the Soccer team's championship game against Woodrow Wilson High that was going on later that day, so no one was around to overhear. "Did you think that my own best friend would lie to me about it?!"

The thing about it was, she wasn't saying anything. His chest heaved up and down, the anger building. Not only had she done something he thought she'd be the last person to ever do, but she wasn't even bothering to explain it to him! She was just standing there, looking at the floor, acting as if she didn't give a damn...

The fact that he cared a hell of a lot more than her just made him want to strangle her. She'd care then.

"It's-" His eyes flashed angrily down at her and she took a deep breath, as if pushing herself to go on. "It's not like that. I didn't..." She bit her lip, shook her head. "I'm sorry."

Those two words were probably the worst words she could say. Of all the useless words that existed in the English language, those were probably at the top of the list. Huey turned away, breathing heavily.

"Huey..."

"You're...sorry." His voice was flat again. "You're sorry?"

"Wait-"

"YOU SLEEP WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SOLVE IT BY SAYING YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY?!" He yelled. She was crying freely now, shaking her head. "SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN HOW "SORRY" YOU ARE!"

"Then what," Jazmine asked, her voice tired. "Do you want me to say?"

He clenched his fists. "I want you to tell me why."

She blinked. "Why?"

"Yes. Why."

She looked out the windows, biting her lip. Her arms tightened around her books. Her eyes filled all over again.

"I can't."

That was it. Huey leaned back, shaking his head.

"That's the best you can do." He snorted. "You're pathetic."

She had expected, when the situation happened, for it to play out like this, but it hurt all the same. The words fell on her like blows. She closed her eyes, bowing her head again.

"What," She repeated, her voice shaky. "Do you want me to say."

His eyes were cold. They were the same cold from when she'd first moved there when they were ten. The cold that had started, little by little, to melt away through their friendship. The cold that had completely disappeared, at least towards her, the night that they'd shared their first kiss when she was fourteen. It was back now, and it was aimed right for her. It was worse than any words he could say to her.

"Jump up out my bed grab my clothes
And I throw on my coat out the door
And I'm, today I'm gonna get over you, you, you
Yeah, and I hop in the car
Push the button on the automatic start
Right on the seat I see a scarf I gave to you
Oh, memories start comin back
No room for reverse I cant back back
I'm sittin in the car but I cant back back
So, Im slumped over the wheel of the car
And all I can think of is a broken heart
And all I can think of is why we're apart."

There was a car driving past the school; it was probably one of the seniors getting out early. Huey's eyes flashed angrily as he stared down at her.

"I don't care what you have to say anymore." He took a step back, the distance between them already vast. "I don't know why I ever cared."

"Huey-" She reached out a hand, stepped forward, but he stepped away some more. She drew the hand back, pressing it to her mouth as if to stop from saying anything. The tears were coming nonstop now.

"We went round for round
Til we knocked love out
We were laying in the ring not making a sound
And if that's a metaphor of you and I
Why is it so hard to say goodbye."

"I don't care if I never see you again," He said, cutting right into her. He'd always known how to hurt her the most, yet he'd never so willingly done it. Now, all bets were off. "I don't know why I bothered trusting you. I don't know why I bothered giving you the time of day."

"I cant wait to hate you
Oh, the things you put me through
I wanna move on."

He spun around on his heel, heading down the hallway. Jazmine couldn't help it, it just came second nature to her; she ran after him, her tears blinding her vision. She placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Wait."

He spun around and she recoiled. "Don't touch me!" He yelled, his voice so sharp she dropped her books. They spun across the floor but neither one of them moved to get them. "Why the hell would you even think I'd want you to touch me after you've-" He ran his hands across his face, letting out a laugh of disbelief and shaking his head. "You must have lost your mind."

"I cant wait to hate you
Oh, the days you left my heart all alone
I cant wait to hate you
This is all crazy"

She wanted to beg him not to go. For him to stay. She wanted to be able to explain, to say the words she'd never be strong enough to admit to anyone...

She couldn't. It was her fault, and there was no one else to blame. For her to expect him to forgive her would be selfish. It would be wrong. It would make her feel worse than she already did. She wanted him to hate her, to despise her. To think that there was nothing good about her. He was right.

"It's over." Huey laughed again, even though there was nothing funny about the situation. "Oh, it is so over." He glared at her, pointing at her chest. "Don't talk to me."

"Huey-"

"When you see me in the hallways, in the neighborhood, at the park, pretend I don't exist. Because that's exactly what i'll be doing to you."

"I can't-"

"Don't call me. Don't talk to my family. Don't even think about me." He shook his head. "You don't exist to me. You're nothing to me."

Jazmine's face crumpled. He gave her a look of disgust, turning away.

"We're through."

She buried her face in her hands, sliding down the lockers and crouching on the floor, sobbing. He rolled his eyes, turning away and walking down the hallway, disappearing out of sight. He never looked back.

She dropped her hands to her knees, shaking. She heard another, softer pair of footsteps, coming towards her. She looked up to see a pair of much softer blue eyes staring at her. She blinked, not even bothering to staunch the tears.

"You didn't tell him."

Cindy's voice was soft, sympathetic. Jazmine shook her head, crying harder.

"I couldn't."

Her best friend nodded, extending a hand. Jazmine took it, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. She picked up her book as Cindy leaned against the lockers, regarding her with sad eyes.

"When are you leaving?"

Jazmine swallowed, stacking them neatly and shaking her head. "They finalize their divorce the twenty eighth. I'm taking my exams early so I can fly to California the thirteenth. Mom's coming out there June second. I won't lose my year."

Cindy swallowed, her own eyes filling. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too." Jazmine shook her head, sniffing. "But I can't stay."

"I know." Cindy sighed. "I think you should've told him that you-"

"No." Through her tears, her voice was firm. "And you'd better not tell him, either." Her voice dropped. "You'd better not tell anyone."

"Alright."

She eyed her. "Not even Caesar."

Cindy frowned. "I wasn't going to."

Jazmine nodded. "Good."

The girls set off down the hallway, the opposite of the direction Huey had went in. Just thinking of him made her want to cry all over again, which was what she did. Cindy sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Jazmine rested her head on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Jazmine's gaze flickered to the windows again; outside the sky was a bright blue. Not a cloud in sight.

"No." She looked forward, sighing. "But I will be."

"And I cant come to grips with the fact that youre gone
I cant wait to hate you
Ooooo Oh"

Yay? Nay? Bored? Hungry?

Yeah. I'm hungry, too.

The song used was "Can't Wait to Hate You" by The Dream. I'm not gonna lie, I usualyl hate him because most his stuff sounds the same, but there's something about this song that I like. Maybe it's the fact that he doesn't spend his whole time falsetto-ing ooh-ing sounds. Just, a little bit. Haha. Anyways, review, b!tchez.

(You just called your grandfather "Bitches"!)

-Kelsey