A/N: so, I downloaded the first two volumes of Boondocks comics on my kindle, and read them over and over and over. Then, I reread a bunch of high school fics, and even read one or two for the first time, and watched practically every Boondocks I could (including the banned ones, like Pause, The Uncle Ruckus Reality Show, and The Hunger Strike (watch them on youtube if you haven't yet)) just so I could write a good quality, dramatic high school fic. If you have any suggestions, then hit me up; I'm pretty much open to anything, and trying to go with the flow of whatever I wrote last, to make it what I'll write next. So yah, without further ado, I give you: Don't Look for What You're Not Willing to Give. Enjoy, bruh.
P.S. Kinda sorta new format. And I will tell you if it's someone's specific POV.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE BOONDOCKS, CHEERIOS
Describe yourself in one word.
Real nigga.
Real nigga is two words.
I know. But real niggas don't follow instructions!
Riley Freeman, German interviewer; It's a Black President, Huey Freeman
Two days before school starts.
McWuncler's - Woodcrest, MA.
Huey, Jazmine, Cindy, Caesar, Riley.
"Booo!" Riley yells, directed towards Huey.
"Yea, why you gotta be such a hater, McHater?" Cindy asks, adding on to Riley's comment.
"McWuncler's is DISGUSTING!" Huey insists. "Remember when you and Granddad accidentally dropped those McWuncler's fries in the backseat, and when he made us clean the car, they were still fresh?"
"So?" Caesar questions, not sure of what his point is.
"That means that they use so many chemicals, and process their fries so much, that months and months later, they can still smell the same, feel the same- everything. And you could still eat them... That's unnatural."
"Whateva, nigga," Cindy says, continuing to munch on her fries.
"I'm with C-Murph... Besides, if it did all that, then why didn't you use them instead of those nasty Cheerios and green beans when you thought the world was ending?" Riley comments.
"Ugh; don't remind me," Jazmine says, walking back to the table from throwing her fries away, after hearing Huey's statement on them.
"Bitch, you know-" Riley starts, and Huey kicks him under the table. "Mariah," Riley self-corrects himself, "you know that you were scared as HELL about all dat; listening to what Huey says and shit. I mean, did you not just throw out your fries because of Huey's comment?"
Jazmine looks the other way while blushing. "No, I just was full," she poorly lies.
"Stop lying," Cindy says.
"It's real obvious, too," Riley adds on. Cindy and him make eye contact and nod with a devious smirk, before looking back at Jazmine.
"AND GET OFF HIS DICK, NIGGA!" Riley and Cindy scream in unison, catching the whole restaurant's attention.
"The fuck y'all looking at?" Cindy asks, using Ed Wuncler III's line, and everyone returns to minding their own business.
Caesar looks down to check his watch.
"Yo, we betta bounce soon," he suggests, and everyone else looks at their phone for the time, followed by agreeing.
\-_-/
The night before school starts.
Everyone's individual residences - Woodcrest, MA.
Jazmine, Cindy.
"Cindy, I can't believe school's starting tomorrow..." Jazmine vents to Cindy over the phone.
"Me neither, Jazzy Fresh," Cindy replies.
The two had been best (female) friends since The Fundraiser a few years back. Then, both 10 years old, they would've never thought that their part time friendship would continue into high school; both girls now 17, in the 12th grade; Riley in 10th.
"You think we got a lot of new students?"
"I 'on't know, Jaz. I mean, it is a public school... we probably got at least 10. Riley probably got like 50, though, cuz he's in 10th grade. We don't get as much since it's our last year."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
"Girl, when am I not? I stay being correct... and you know it, too!"
Jazmine laughs at Cindy's response, before saying goodnight and hanging up.
"See ya tomorrow Cin'"
"See you whenever I decide to show up to school," Cindy jokes, referring to her skipping and cutting school or classes.
Morning of the first day of school.
J. Edgar Hoover High School - Woodcrest, MA
Riley's POV
Damn. I can't wait for niggas to start hating; boy, I can't wait!
I already knew I was gonna be the hottest nigga in class - fuck dat, in the whole entire school - when I saw what McHater was wearing to school. Some black shirt and khakis, tryna be all basic and shit. I came out the house in my "Trust No One" t-shirt, which, of course, had a pic of the person who diagnosed Thuglife himself (plus actor, rapper, poet etc.) Tupac Amaru Shakur. One exception for sounding gay is when it comes to Pac; he will forever be the greatest. It also had a smaller picture of Biggie on it, being the whole East Coast West Coast beef.
On the bottom, I was wearing jeans, which I was sagging currently, even though I had my belt. But, hey, as I've been saying foreva: real niggas don't follow instructions.
I got out the car, and met C-Murph, Mariah, and the dread head at a nearby bench; Huey following right behind me. We were all supposed to arrive at the same time, and it looks like they did, at least; but Granddad with his old self is still driving us around, since he's too cheap to get Huey a car. But you know how we do... we run on CP time. Colored People time.
Once we met up at the bench, and Jazmine got on Huey's dick and everything, we started to head inside. Ima be straight up: I don't know how Huey's ass hasn't realized that Jazmine likes him already. Like the nigga all smart and shit, but he retarded when it comes to hoes. If I was Jazzy Fresh, I'da up and left his ass by now, and found some other random nigga; no homo.
But I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ed Wuncler Sr. stopped us at the door, and told us we were going to be attending his new school, or he'd make us all go broke and in-debt; for Huey and me, again.
Even Huey said yes, and with that, we were put on a van and sent to Wuncler Hills Academy, in the heart of Woodcrest, where some chigga named Hiro Otomo was supposed to be waiting for us.
When we pulled up at the new school, which we found out on the way there was a private school and we were all automatically accepted, we asked him why he did this.
"Let's just say I woke up one day and decided to be generous," he tells us, which we can all clearly tell is a lie.
"What's the real reason?" Caesar asks, and Ed Wuncler Sr. turns around.
"Look, the principle of that school said that a bunch of people were starting fights over you and all sorts of shit like that... apparently you're some good looking kids or whatever."
"Pause," I speak up, and he glares at me, before continuing.
"And the PTA board here wants some good looking kids here," he finishes, and we all look at him like he's cukoo for cocoa puffs.
"The school just opened today... and that doesn't even make sense, anyways... what's the real reason, Wuncler?" Huey asks, trying to find the real reasoning.
Ed pinches the bridge of his nose, and sighs.
"Just tell them, boss," his security guard persuades.
Ed pulls out his phone and hands it to me. It was a group message with every parent in Woodcrest (it's amazing what rich people can do with their phones... my group chats go up to like 30 max) asking them if they wanted to send their child here, to Wuncler Hills Academy, or WHA. And as I scroll down, I see all of our parents responding yes, and him telling every parent to give him the tuition money online.
Cindy looks over my shoulder, and shakes her head.
"Our parents fucked us up... they signed us up for this school, without even telling us," she informs Huey, Caesar and Jazmine.
As we get out the car, we see more vans pull up with security guards that look just like the one in the passenger seat of this van, next to Ed Wuncler.
"Looks like we're not the only ones," Jazmine says, pointing out the other kids - clearly out of the dress code that we learned about in the van - just like us.
We look up at the different signs while walking down the mat/rug, that was really just like a carpet because of the length, they laid down in front of the main entrance to the school. But the last one, right above the doors, catches my and Huey's attention the most.
Excellence. For the Rich. the banner, obviously designed by Ed Wuncler Sr. himself, reads.
"This some ol' bullshit," we say in unison, heading through the doors, at last, to meet with Hiro... whateva his last name was.
First Day of School
Wuncler Hills Academy
Cindy's POV
We walked in the school, and the first thing I saw was every bitch, every hoe, every whateva, all had on these uniforms; minus us and the people behind us. Some boy named Hiro met us near the door, and behind him, there was a line of students holding cards; like the personal drivers that have cards with the last names of people at the airport. Us and the people behind us were all lead to this big closet, which divided into two sections—boys and girls changing sections—by Hiro and the other hosts.
"Boo, this is hella gay!" Riley yells out in protest.
"GAY is OKAY!" Some boy calls out.
"Not for Young Reezy it ain't," Riley fires back, and the, possibly, gay boy looks appalled.
"Well for Ryan Dinkley it is. I'm Ryan Dinkley, and I am gay, and gay is okay!" the boy, I now know is named Ryan, responds.
"Awww great! Now you got me literally changing in here with some faggots. Just great!" Riley sarcastically complains.
"Look, man, chill. This is our job. You 'on't have to change in here… you can go to the bathroom and change in the stall or whatever," Hiro calms Riley, giving him more options.
"Well where da bathrooms at?" Riley asks, and I laugh a bit. That boy is just too much.
Hiro tosses different polo and pant combinations to the boys, and different polo and skirt combinations to the girls.
Our whole crew follows Hiro out to the hallway, backpacks and all, while the other hosts stay with the few that decided not to go to the many bathrooms available in this school.
"Damn, the school's plumbing bill most be higher than Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa combined!" I comment on the many water-related facilities, and the whole crew laughs.
"If that's how high the plumbing bill is, I'm interested to see how high the electric bill is!" Riley jokingly adds on.
"Shit, you right! No LED lights in this whole big ass place, yet a light bulb every single place they can fit one," Caesar piles on to the jokes.
Huey murmurs something to Jazmine that I can't exactly make out, and Jazzy begins to giggle.
"Aye, Jaz! What did McHater say?" I question, and she turns around. She looks to Huey to repeat himself, and he does so, willingly.
"I said, 'I wonder if the teachers will be as high as the bills that the Buddha heads are talking about, or as high as the Buddha heads themselves'," he tells us, referring to us as Buddha heads; as in being so chill because of a high, that you're like Buddha. To be honest, I love Buddha. I wanted to look into Buddhism, for various different reasons, but as soon as my parents were aware of me exploring it, they shut it down—real quick.
"Wow, McHater actually got a good joke in," Riley says, shaking his head in amazement.
"Not valid, though. I mean, we don't smoke, do we?" Caesar asks, already knowing that we don't; bringing out the incorrectness of Huey's point.
"That was real gay, my nigga. Cut that out," Riley half-scolds Caesar on him correcting Riley, and Caesar puts his hands up as if to say "I surrender".
We finally finish walking down the hall, and we land at the bathrooms closest to our homeroom; as requested.
"Thanks, my chigga," Riley thanks Hiro; now claiming him to be accepted in our crew.
"Anytime," Hiro replies, and with that, he's gone.
"We gotta change, quick," Huey informs us of the obvious, looking down at his watch. "We've got to get all of our schedules and things from the main office, and who knows how long that'll take," he continues, speaking of things the rest of us—or at least me—neglected to factor into… anything.
Without even debating about Huey's words, Riley included, we all head off into the bathrooms to change.
8:55am, First Day of School
Women's Bathroom in the North Hallway of Wuncler Hills Academy
Jazmine's POV
I was buttoning up the side of my skirt, which I know realized was really a skort. There was a part you zippered up, then a flap to pull across and button… rather convenient. I nod my head to myself, acknowledging my own thoughts.
I went out to Cindy, who was waiting for me, of course, and we checked ourselves in the mirror, after complimenting each other on our appearances.
Cindy was wearing a navy blue uniform skort, with a long sleeve light yellow shirt, that had "WHA" in the corner—logo style.
I, on the other hand, had a plaid skirt, consisting of a navy blue base, with white, green and yellow on top. I also had a short sleeve white polo on, with a navy blue quarter sweater on top of it; both of which had "WHA" just like Cindy's, and what seemed like everyone else's.
I kind of liked the uniform. At first I wanted to complain that I've never had a uniform before, but then I thought about it more and it became a new exciting thing to have! And it's not like it was ugly. Screw that, it was cute! Extremely cute. Like as cute as Huey… okay so maybe not as cute, but pretty darn close. Let's just say that it was something I would wear on the weekends.
We went outside, and the boys looked like they had been waiting for centuries. Huey, of course, was scowling and pinching his nose while his eyes are closed, and as soon as he heard us exit the bathroom, his eyes were wide open.
"Damn, Huey! I saw that," Riley starts. "So, now, tell me: did you open your eyes because you were impatient, because you a super nigga and can hear things from miles away, or because you heard your bitch, Jaz, coming?"
"Jazmine's not a bitch, Riley. And if anything, she's not mine," it seemed like he tried to select his words carefully, but they still made me feel weird. Obviously, from his response, this was a sensitive topic, per say, but the final result of his words came out, well… a bit offensive, I guess. Yes, I do think I like Huey… but how do I know for sure? How can anyone know the like anyone for sure?
First Day of School
Main Office
Huey's POV
Sometimes, I truly wondered how I maintained such patience with a brother, or sibling in general—maybe even person in general—like Riley. He seems to always go that extra step to screw up what your subconscious wants you to do, or is making you do, gradually.
But that was behind the point now, I suppose. We were in the main office, trying to get all of our schedules before second period started. But apparently our wish was not going to be granted, based on the assistant's level of intelligence, and patience with teenagers.
"A nigga ain't got all day, bitch!" Riley complains.
"You better watch your mouth, young man," the assistant, Ms. Felkinheiner, warns Riley.
"I wish a bitch would tell my day one what to do," Cindy stands up for Riley. "You don't know nothing about us, hoe. And if I were you, I'd shut the fuck up—right now."
"That's it—Vice Principal Reagan! Vice Principal Reagan!" she calls out for the principal, and heads towards his office door.
"Please don't tell me his first name is Ronald," I think out loud, and everyone begins to laugh—Riley laughing the most. Well, more like cracking up, I suppose.
"I wonder why she called the vice principal out instead of the principal," Caesar ponders out loud, and everyone nods their head in agreement, all sharing the same ponder.
"Ugh… of course he's not here…" Ms. Felkinheiner whines.
"Why not the principal?" Caesar asks her, and she glares at him.
"Principal Hasan! Mr. Hajjar?!" She calls out, and we all bust out laughing.
"Of course!" Riley exclaims, leading the lead. "You didn't wanna call the principal cuz the nigga's Arab."
"We must stand tall with our Arab brothers!" I call out, and Jazmine laughs head first in my chest, holding on to me with her left arm for support.
"As-salamu alaykum," Caesar says in a more serious tone than the ones Riley and I possessed, and we all laugh even harder.
"And peace be upon you as well," the man known as Principal Hasan Hajjar responds. "What seems to be the problem, Ms. Felkinheiner?" he asks in a calm manner.
"These children have quite the potty mouths, and refuse to cooperate, nor have patience," Ms. Felkinheiner complains to Principal Hajjar.
"What task were you trying to get them to do?" he asks.
"That hoe was tryna get us in trouble cuz she couldn't work the printer to print out our schedules," Cindy informs him.
"Here, allow me to," Principal Hajjar says, fixing the printer, and our schedules finally begin to print out.
"Thank you, Principal Hajjar," Caesar thanks him rather humbly and graciously.
"Nonsense… you know what, you kids seem like a good bunch. Call me Hasan. And make sure to contact me if anything is troubling you," he tells us, handing us each our own individual schedule.
"Thanks for looking out, brother," Riley says as we walk out, and begin to head to our classes; schedules in tact.
"Huey, let me see your schedule," Jazmine commands, taking my schedule out of my hand before I can even hand it to her as she had originally asked.
"Yay! We have English together right now!" She exclaims, still possessing what I would consider too much enthusiasm for a senior in high school—two months younger than me, us both 17.
"Why are you so excited about English? I mean, it's the only language you speak," I respond, and she frowns—looking like she's thinking of a comeback—then a small smirk begins to creep on her face.
"No, I've been taking Spanish since 9th grade, and a little French since last year," she replies, still smirking. "Of which we have both classes together… don't be such a downer, Freeman. Otherwise I'm switching out of your classes."
"Alright, alright…" I assure her, though her and I both know I'm going to fight a negative comment in somewhere.
"Much better… besides, I'm sure there's a bunch of other hot guys here," she says, taking my hand and pulling me to English, leaving a little blush on my face, and leaving me in thought.
If there are a lot of horny guys here, then what if they just see Jazmine as a piece of meat, or another girl whose cherry they want to pop?
Second Period of the First Day of School
Ms. Becker's Math Class
Riley's POV
Right now I was in math with this hussy of a teacher, and Cindy and Caesar. Even though I was in 10th grade, and they were in 12th, they had a nigga moving up in classes and shit cuz they said I was smart or whatever.
Right now, this hussy was teaching us calculus. Yep, this was definitely a class this nigga was gon' skip on the regular.
Cindy's POV
I couldn't believe this hoe of a teacher right now, Ms. Becker. Single ass mothafucka. She was all over every high school guy she could be over, especially Riley.
Aye, white chicks stay wanting the BBC.
"Is it just me, or is this teacher hella thirsty?" I ask Caesar in a whispering tone.
"Naw, it's not just you. She hella thirsty, and all over Riley… you think he know?" He responds, and I shrug my shoulders.
"Ima ask him now," I say, a bit louder.
"What is that, Ms. McPhearson? A question? Perhaps what the legal age is here in Woodcrest for sexual contact with a minor? Or was it something else?" Ms. Becker says, and the bell rings, but people still wait for my reaction.
I tried to hold in my breath, but I just couldn't anymore, and I busted out laughing.
"Yo, you's a desperate ass hoe, Ms. Becker! You really want Riley's BBC, don't you?"
"And how would you know that it's a BBC, Ms. McPhearson?"
"Same way you wanna know," I respond swiftly, lying. I had never done anything with Riley, but these heffas could think that I have for now.
"Would you like to go to the principal's office?"
"Would you like to get some counseling? Cuz I been there, done that. Hasan's a G. Besides; you can't do nothing to me. Class been out." And with that, I leave the classroom; Riley at my side and Caesar walking behind us, probably tryna get a girl's number or something. He holla's at anyone—telling us he like someone, but talking to every girl in the book.
"So was dat why she kept on bending down and shoving her ass in my face, checking on kids' work near me?" Riley asks in a rather naïve manner. I slowly nod yes, and he makes a disgusted face.
"For all that you know, I woulda thought you woulda been able to sense that she at least digged you in some type of way."
"Nigga, it's a teacher. Am I just supposed to come in thinking every teacher gon' love me? Cuz then I need to add that to my list of fags and hoes… everyone wanna get a piece of Young Reezy. Besides, that hoe nasty."
"Whatever you say, Riley."
"Exactly what I thought," he says in a kind of proud manner, but I can tell he just playing.
"That's her," some girl we walk by says to her friend, pointing at me. As if being able to read my thoughts, Riley grabs my arm, stopping me from busting a girl up. Damn, I hate it when people point at me.
"I just wanna ask her what's up cuz obviously she like sticking her finger around or something… I 'on't even get the point of it."
"'Cin…" he tries to calm me down, but I begin to move my hand to see around Riley, and yell at this hoe.
"How you about to point at someone like dat, huh? It ain't like I ain't gon' feel your big 'ole nasty ass fingers pointing at me… staring ain't gon' help, either!" I yell the last part at the nosey people who slowed down or even stopped around us to see what was going on.
"What, she think she Black or something?" the friend asks, and they both make a petty laughing sound. This is when Riley moves forward, getting closer to the girls, and both begin to melt.
"Don't ever say that C-Murph ain't Black. I know that y'all ain't gonna understand it to the point I may understand it, but, bottom line: she not just another white girl who loves Black culture, but not its people, or another white person that try to act black so they can get away with saying 'nigga'. It's not like that with C-Murph, and y'all best remember that. Tell all your other little hoeish friends while you're at it."
"Whatever you want, sexy," the first girl, who had originally pointed at me, draws a line down Riley's chest, trying to trace his abs through the polo, until Riley flicks her hand off, and walks back to me.
"I guess that hoe just like to use that finger or something," Riley jokes, coming back to me, and I laugh a bit.
"She still bad as hell," Caesar says, catching up to us.
"Can you not start with your wet dreams this time? We're about to eat, and I don't want to lose my appetite again," Huey pleads, making us all laugh. Jazmine was right behind him. I guess they were both amongst the crowd that saw the conflict, and just caught up with us afterwards.
"That was a big crowd. I guess this is the most crowded hallway here," Jazmine comments, and we all agree. "So, I'm guessing your first class was just about as average or bad as ours was?" she adds on.
"Girl, I gotta tell you all about it right after I drop my shit in my locker for break. We had the thirstiest teacher, who was all over Riley… bending down to have her ass in front of him and everything… and he didn't even notice!" I bust out laughing.
"Here she go again…" Riley sighs, and all of us laugh, if not laughing already.
It's the moments like these I love the most. And I hope they won't be eliminated because of change this year, or because of the people at this school.
Break (Snack)
Cathy M. Moore Cafeteria
Huey's POV
Every major building or public area in this school is named after someone rich who gave money to the school... mhm. Cathy M. Moore cafeteria was where I was right now; probably just another citizen of Woodcrest who attended garden parties I didn't know about nor care to know about and/or attend. There are also spaces named after those who Ed Wuncler Sr. admired, such as Ronald Wilson Reagan (also known as the literal devil), J. Edgar Hoover, and Richard Nixon... also absolutely ridiculous.
I mean, you don't see my naming different parts of my locker after people in the Black Panther Party/Black Panther Party for Self Defense, do you? Exactly. So why does he have to put up messages of white privilege around a place for learning?
"So, these uniforms..." Caesar starts off, and we all sigh at the sight of them.
"Man, I just wanna go back to when niggas wasn't putting me in random outfits," Riley complains.
"That was hardly two hours ago, dumbass," Cindy insultingly responds.
"And in the two hours we've been here, I've already had to save your ass once," Riley fires back with a smirk. Sometimes, I don't get how they remain best friends, being all of their similarities. But they've made it work, and I can't judge them based on what I'm able to see about their relationship. There's more to life than the lens we see our surroundings with, if having the ability to use that lens as a tool at all.
"So you wanna know what Huey and I did for English class?" Jazmine asks rather excitedly.
"Why are you so excited, Jaz?" Caesar asks with confusion.
"Am not..." she argues, and he rolls his eyes. "Anyways, after Huey requested that he not take the course, and spoke the truth that the teacher, Mr. Murphy, couldn't understand, the teacher pulled out a dictionary and he would say the word he chose, asked Huey to spell it, then told him to give him the definition of the word. And by the end of class, Huey had got every word right, while others were just on their phones or telling other people in the school about how Huey was outsmarting Mr. Murphy. So since his dignity was shattered, Mr. Murphy ordered Huey to apologize to him for alleged tricks."
"And what did Huey's dumbass say?" Cindy asks, shaking her head in advance based on the expectation of another revolutionary quote from me; one you aren't supposed to say back to your teachers or advisors in such a way.
"I said 'I refuse to succumb to the white man's conspiracy to brainwash me with eurocentrism'," I recite my statement perfectly. Everyone takes a second to process this, then busts out laughing.
"You'll always be a revolutionary, man. America's most wanted right here!" Riley jokes.
"Aye, you can kill a revolutionary, but you can't kill the revolution," Caesar adds on yet another true statement.
No matter how antisocial and anti-bullshit I may act, my friends were pretty damn good.