Short chappie

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Huey sighed as he strolled down the dark alley. He left the car for Riley to drive so he could get Jazmine home safely. Huey didn't mind walking. Hell, he enjoyed it. The bitter cold nipped at his bones as he tried to tug the ratty old coat tighter to his body. But he liked the cold.

He couldn't stop thinking about her, though. It was ridiculous. Here was the very type of woman who he hated. Stuck up, thinking she was too high class for scum like him when she was no better than he was. Hell, she was worse. She was a mutt. She'd be even more hated than himself if anyone knew.

But the fact was, no one did. And she must have worked very hard to keep it that way.

He wondered if Caesar knew.

His mind turned to darker thoughts the more and more he pondered on the subject that was Jazmine Dubois. Where could they go? They weren't allowed to be together and there was no place where they could be free from it. Africa was much worse than America and Europe...hell... no way was he going to Europe.

Asia wouldn't be so bad... they'd both be social rejects.

There was no freedom for them. Ever.

What was he thinking!? Jazmine didn't even like him, why should he even be thinking about things that would never matter!? God, he was stupid.

He sighed as he neared his apartment complex. A good night's sleep would---

"Mr. Freeman!"

He stopped midstride to turn around to see just the girl he thought dashing towards him. Riley had just drove up and dropped her off before giving Huey a wink and driving into the parkinlot. Seconds later he walked up to the front door and walked on in.

"Damn him," Huey muttered to himself.

"Mr. Freeman...I..uh...I mean Huey," She said, shaking her head and touching her face. She moaned and looked back up at him, "Look.. I... I know I'm... probably still tipsy but..."

Huey swallowed when he saw her fiddle with her black glove covered hands nervously. She leaned up on her toes only to come crashing back down on her heals. She looked good in that dark grey coat.

"But I know... I know the liquor aint doin this to me," She said, her gaze moving up to stare at his eyes. Huey felt his heart race but tried his best to slow it down, "I been doin some thinkin since we talked earlier tonight... and I know your right. I should... love myself and... I think... I think I may be falling in luh-"

"Stop," He interupted quickly, stepping back slightly, "Please... don't say that. I don't want you to embaress yourself,"

She stared up at him with a mix of shock and hurt, "I thought... you... you don't... feel the same?"

"Miss. Dubois, you're drunk,"

"That isn't it!" She snapped, tears flowing, "I think I'm-"

"I said don't say it,"

She paused, her hands balling into tight fists as she stared up at the cold man before her. She felt the hot, bitter tears fall despite her clenched teeth and seething anger.

"I'm falling in love with you!" She barked, almost in spite of him, "There! I said it! Now... now you can say it back,"

Huey gazed down at her, wearing a frigid mask of unfeeling while inside a smoltering hurt raged. His voice was ragid but firm when he said, "I can't,"

She took a step back, the tears flowing relentlessly. This was too much for Huey to take. He snapped his head away and stared at the street. He couldn't look at her. He couldn't stand to look at the face of the girl who he had just hurt so baddly.

"But-"

"No, Miss. Dubois. I'll take you to my apartment and finish our job, but I can't be your lover,"

"I... understand," She whispered bitterly.

Before anything else could happen a police car pulled up and there sat a portly white man on the drivers side, glaring down.

"What's goin on here?"

"Nuthn, officer," Huey said in his usual monotone voice, "Just a misunderstandment,"

"Looks like it," The cop said, hopping out of the car and wopping Huey on the back of the head with his night stick. Jazmine shrieked and tried to tell the officer to stop but he continued hitting the floored hero.

As Huey lay there, getting beaten by a stupid white male, listening to the protests from Jazmine only confirmed that what he was doing to her was the best thing.

This would not be the last time he would get beat for something he didn't do.

But it was the last he would from this cop. He grabbed the night stick and held it above his head before rising to his feet.

"Officer! Please!" Jazmine begged, "You... You see, I told him I loved him but he... he doesn't feel the same! Honest! Please don't hurt him!"

The cop looked at Jazmine and then at Huey who looked like he was about to smack him if Jazmine hadn't been between them.

"You telln tha truth?" The cop asked her again. She nodded, the tears flowing down her round face and dropping to her shoulders and breasts gently.

"Damn niggers...makn women life for em," He muttered as he got into the car. Jazmine looked up at Huey with hurt filled eyes. She stared up at his bruises and blood dripping from his left ear and lower lip. Guilt washed over her. It was her fault this had happened. He stared down at her... in an...odd way

almost as if...

It hit her. The way he looked at her proved it.

He loved her.

But... He couldn't be with her. The pain and anger seathed inside her heart as her hands came up to cover her mouth in shock and pain. They were falling into love that could be as sweet and pure as any... but the life they would lead would be hard and painful and a life they would never wish on the other.

She... she had to leave.

"I'm... so sorry," She said in a ragged voice and dashed off inside the apartment complex.

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like i said, super short.

sorry guys. Longer one 2morrow!!