Huey
*sigh*. Morning. I don't necessarily like them, but they're better than in the afternoon where my idiot brother Riley just goes and talks about how "gangsta"(hate saying that word) he is. But I think he has a heart. Somewhere.
"Hurry the hell up boy!" Granddad says angrily.
"I'm already up, scream at Riley" I say slightly annoyed.
He goes on to Riley's room to scream something incoherent. Ever since we started high school, Riley didn't stop complaining about how he wanted his own room and thanks to his gayish whining he finally got his own room in the garage.
So here it is.
Senior year.
I wouldn't say I'm happy but I'm content that I'm finally getting out of that shithole that white people call a school.
I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower. While I was getting out I thought about checking on Riley.
When I reach his room I see that he is still sleeping.
"Wake up" I say.
"Nigga why you in mah room? You video tapin me sleep o some shit. You probably makin a video of you peein on me. I aint sayin you should go to jail o some shit but damn…you gay"
"Shut up Riley. Hurry up and go get dressed"
"Bitch you don't own me" He says as dumb as ever. I then slap him in the head for his ignorance.
"OW. Why da fuck ya do dat fo"
"Cause you're an idiot. Now hurry" I say.
"Tch. Nigga think he big cuz he a senior and I'm a sophomore. Nigga must b brain dead o some shit." He mumbles.
I go back to my room and quickly get dressed. I put on some generic black tee, dark blue denim Levi jeans, and some black air force ones. I go downstairs and see that granddad already left. I grab a bowl of cereal and turn on the news.
"This just in" The reporter say reading the teleprompter. "Recent studies show that former president bush may have done a bad job."
"Really, they just noticed that now?" I say in disbelief.
A doorbell chime stops me from ranting about how they are politically blind. I open the door to see my best friend Michael Caesar standing at the door.
"Wassup mah brotha" he says in his slight Jamaican accent.
"Wassup Caesar." I say nonchalantly.
"Nuthin much man. Ayo you seen Cindy lately."
"Yea she came over last night to hang out with Riley"
Seeing that his eye twitched at my statement I quickly change the subject.
"Can you go tell jazmine to come over?" I say without hesitation. Although I do wish I picked another excuse to get off the Cindy Riley topic.
"Sure. Who am I to get in the way of love."
"What!" I yell defensively.
"I'm just kiddin. Calm your balls." He says calming me down.
"Whatever" I say averting my attention back to the tv.
Caesar quickly returns with jazmine right behind him.
"Hey Jazmine." I say not paying much attention.
"….. Are you okay" she says curiously.
"Yea, Why you ask." I ask awkwardly.
"Cause you never say hi to me first. I always say it first or I bother you." She points out.
Our argument is quickly ended by a certain blond girl breaking into our house.
"Ayo wat up mah peeps."
"Hey cindy. You know you can just knock or ring the bell like a normal person." I point out
"Nah. There ain't no fun in that. That's wat white people do"
"So I'm white." I say curious for a response.
"Yea"
"Fuck you Cindy." I say in response
"Love you too Huey" Cindy says playfully.
"You love Huey?" Jazmine yells out.
"I'm just kiddin gurl. Damn u hella defensive."
"Okay" Caesar changes the subject. "We should get going now"
" Yea" I agree. "Riley, hurr-"
"Yea I'm already hear nigga" Riley interrupts.
We all get into my car. After some saving up I managed to buy myself a black 2004 Honda civic. Our seats never change. I drive, jazmine is in passenger, Riley and Caesar in the back with Cindy in the middle of them.
"Nigga you gotta get a bigger car. Mah knees together and it's makin mah balls hurt." Riley complains.
"Man no one wants to know about your balls." Caesar says.
"Cindy does. Ain't that right Cindy." Riley says flirtatiously.
"Fuck you Riley and drop it Caesar" Cindy says in a monotone voice.
We finally arrive and we all split into our normal pairings. Cindy in the middle of Riley and Caesar while I'm stuck with jazmine.
"Huey can I see your schedule?" Jazmine asks.
I nod and pass the small sheet of paper to her.
"Yay, we have every class together. We get to spend time with each other."
I slightly blushed at the last statement but quickly turned away.
"So Huey, did you meet any girls in the summer." She asks in anticipation.
"What's it to you?" I ask.
"I just think that since I'm your best friend, I should know if you're dating anyone." She says.
"No I didn't meet anyone in the summer. I don't really want to focus on girls right now." I say before I enter the bathroom.
"Oh I'll change your mind. Just wait. Give me some time and I'll get you.
