Chapter two: Sex Ed
Winter has always been my least favorite season, for obvious reasons. I can't stand the dull skies, ice cold air or the constant clattering of my teeth. Even to this day I hate winter, and back then I was no different. I remember a particular winter where I was nearly traumatized by my crush and his stupid little brother, maybe that's why my hatred for winter has lasted this long.
"Damn it's fuckin' freezin' out this bitch," Riley growled. "Yo! Where the hell is Huey with my hot chocolate?"
"Can't you be patient?" I sigh, wanting desperately for Huey to return. It wasn't that I disliked the boy, it was just I could only take so much of him in a day, and he had already worn out most of my own patience.
"The fuck are we even doin' out here?"
"Mr. Freeman said you can't lounge around the house all day, Riley," I told him matter-of-factly.
Riley Freeman, Huey's younger and mostly annoying brother, scowled. Nope, even when he scowls it's not cuter than Huey's, not then and not even in the present day.
"Man he ain't have to shove us out in the cold," he began rubbing his gloved hands together. "Sometimes I be thinkin' he really tryin' to kill us."
"Don't say that," I told him. "Mr. Freeman wouldn't kill anyone...even if its you Riley."
"Ha, then you don't know Grandad at all," Riley laughed before he'd realized what I said. "Ay! The fuck you mean by that?"
"Will you two shut up?" Huey's voice suddenly broke into our conversation as he sat in between us. "Here's your damn drink, hopefully you burn yourself."
"Nigga I ain't stupid...Ah! Fuck, that shit hot as hell!"
I giggled and turned my attention back to Huey. Even a year later, my crush on him was still going strong, in fact I would say it got even stronger in that year. I smile softly and scoot closer to him, mainly because I needed the body warmth. Before I could get too close, he gave me a scowl and held up a halting hand at me.
"You're too close."
"It's cold," I told him. "You don't want me to freeze to death, do you?"
"I hardly think you're going to die in this weather, besides," he narrowed his eyes. "Why did you come with us anyway? Grandad kicked us out of the house, I don't remember Tom forcing you to stay outside."
"You really expect me to play by myself?" I asked innocently. Had I said that at an older age it might have came out wrong. "I get lonely easily, and when I get lonely I go to my boyfriend."
At that age, I had become accustomed to calling Huey my 'boyfriend' despite the fact that he loathed it, and had no problems showing me that, it was like I staked a sort of claim on him. I think I was still going through that whole 'everything is mine' phase.
"Jazmine, how many times do I have to tell you?" Huey asked scooting farther away and closer to Riley. "I'm not your boyfriend."
"Eww!" Riley groaned getting off the bench. "Nigga you gay! Who the hell moves away from a bitch and scoot closer to a nigga?"
Huey shoved Riley farther away so that he could scoot all the way to the edge, but that didn't stop me from following him.
"Jazmine, move." he'd told me scowling. "You're being too clingy, you'll never get a boy to even like you that way."
I grinned at him. "So I have to be less clingy and you'll like me?" He rolled his eyes making me giggle again, finally he stopped resisting and allowed me to cling onto his arm lovingly.
Riley, who was standing in front of us, looked at me and then looked at Huey. "Nigga you is gay."
"Shut up Riley."
The boys had finally been allowed back into the house later on that day, and now it was my turn to be forced away from my own home. It was New Years Eve, so that meant me and Riley were about to be babysat by Huey. Ugh, New Years Eve was another reason I disliked winter so much.
Some would argue that New Years Eve would be fun, but when you're twelve it's boring as hell, in fact it's not really fun until you're old enough to do stupid things on New Years. Parents always leave their kids over someone else's house or lock them up in their rooms while they party all night and get wasted off their asses.
My family is a little different though, instead of leaving me with a babysitter or something they would just ship me next door over the Freemans. What they seemed to always forget though was that Mr. Freeman would never stayed at home during New Years, and he had no problems at all leaving Huey and Riley alone in the house, even though they were likely to tear it to pieces by the time he got back.
"Ugh," I groaned when I heard another loud crashing sound. "They're at it again." As always, whenever Mr. Freeman wasn't home, Huey and Riley were loudly fighting upstairs, breaking a bunch of undoubtedly expensive items. I don't even remember what the whole fight was about, I just remember Riley calling Huey a bitch before hurling a frying pan at him, and it all went downhill from there.
"Can you guys please stop it?" I yelled to no avail, it wasn't like they ever heard me. Suddenly, Riley rolled down the hard wooden stairs and land right in the middle of the floor when Huey had jumped off the top stair, his sword held firmly in his hand.
"Guys!" I yelled again. "I'm trying to watch TV, can you please stop fighting?" Still, they didn't listen, so I just slumped in the cushiony couch and turned the TV up in hopes of drowning out their stupid fight. It didn't work.
"Ugh," I groaned up. "Huey! Riley!"
"What?" They had both growled at me, still trading punches."
"Stop fighting! I wanna watch Hannah Montana." I'll never forget the looks they had both given me when I said that, a mixture of disgust and shocked all rolled into one.
"What the hell?"
"You can't be serious."
"What? Its a great show." I spoke innocently. "And funny."
"Naw, Dave Chappelle is funny," Riley said. "Kevin Hart, Kat Williams, them niggasis funny. Hannah Montana ain't nothing but a country ass cracka that want some dick in her mouth!"
"Probably a black one," Huey added. "She's always trying to piss of 'daddy'."
"Hey! I don't wanna hear that!" I yelled clamping my hands over my ears. "I'm only twelve years old, I barely know where babies even come from!"
"Ya don't?"
"Really?"
"Lalalalalalala! I can't hear you!"
I remember the both of them giving me another crazy look before they looked at one another and turned back to me, Riley had a huge grin on his face while Huey looked as if he were about to say something else I didn't want to hear.
"Allow us you have a little 'talk' with you Jazmine, there are things you need to learn."
"An' don't tell Tom we told you anything."
Five grueling, curious, and downright scary hours later, I felt like I was in hell. I remember sitting on the couch as Riley was finishing his explanation while using an porno as a visual diagram. I kicked, screamed and cried throughout the entire thing, but both boys restrained me from running away.
"See, the nigga always gonna like it when you try an get it all the way down your throat." Riley explained as he held my eyes open, forcing me to watch every grueling detail.
"Riley I don't think a porno is very educational," Huey spoke, flipping through his paper.
"Nigga, what do you know?"
"No more than you, I'm twelve and you're ten." Huey reminded.
"So?"
"Uh Riley," I piped up. "Can you let go of my eyes? I think I've seen and heard enough..."
"Naw naw look, this the best part," Riley turned my head back toward the scene where I witnessed something I feared more than anything.
"I-Is she getting..." I couldn't even get the words out. "Anally raped?"
"Nah, I don't look like rape to me, the bitch obviously-"
To this day I never found out how or why, but I somehow managed to easily lift Riley off me, toss him well across the room and run out of the house screaming my head off about not wanting to get getting anally raped. I'm not sure when, but I somehow inherited my daddy's irrational fear of being anally raped. Even do this day that fear is still with me.
Looking back on it, I see that I did something really stupid. I mean, it was two in the morning and freezing cold outside, so it wasn't a smart idea to not put on a jacket and go blindly running around the neighborhood for hours, it was definitely fucked up situation. Heck I don't even remember much about that night (except for the graphic scenes of that porno playing over and over in my mind) but I do remember Huey finding me sitting under a tree in a fetal position, rocking myself back and forth while repeating to myself "You can't have my booty. You can't have my booty."
"Hey," he sighed. "What the hell are you doing under there? And where have you been? It's six in the morning."
I had heard it again, that slight sense of concern in his tone. It calmed me down a bit, although not enough to stop the visuals still replaying over and over again in my mind.
Huey shook his head while sitting next to me. "Riley took it to the extreme." he said in his normal tone. "All I wanted to do was help you out a bit, since Sarah and Tom didn't bother trying to teach you important things about life."
"What was that?" I demanded. "You said that's where babies come from didn't you?"
"To be exact, that's not how babies are made." Huey corrected me. "Babies aren't conceived in porn movies, if that were true we'd be two billion overpopulated, but a few of those acts can make a baby in a different situation."
I nodded completely interested. "What kind of situation? How do you know all this?"
Huey opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he then rubbed his chin as if he were thinking hard. "I just know more than you because Grandad bothered to tell us about life. Why haven't Tom and Sarah had this talk with you yet?"
I shrugged, asking myself that same question. My parents had always been overprotective of me (Daddy especially) so I guess it kinda made sense why they didn't want to have such a talk with me yet. I mean in today's world, girls are getting pregnant at thirteen and fourteen, I wasn't too far from that age at the time.
"Well," I said. "Can you tell me what you know? I kinda wanna know more."
Huey gave me his look again and I could tell he really didn't want to bother with me anymore, but something made him stay, I'd like to think it was my puppy dog face.
"Fine, first though we need to warm you up so-"
I didn't even give him a chance and I just grabbed him arm and sat as close to him as possible, so close that our cheeks were mushed together.
"Jazmine what are you-"
"It's only for body heat." I lied. "I'll let go when I'm warm enough, 'boyfriend'."
Huey rolled his eyes, but didn't tear himself away from me, which I thought of as progress. He was becoming more and more comfortable with me, and allowed me to stay in the position as he began relaying to me everything he knew about the facts of life. I gotta say, not too many of the important questions had been answered.
A/N: Kind of another short chapter, but they'll get longer as they get older. Until then, feedback is love
