Aye y'all I'm really on a roll and I'm glad y'all like it because I think it may be my best one.I'm gonna have to fast-forward some period of time so don't get pissed. Because these next few chapter will answer all your questions (INCLUDING WHAT HAPPENED TO HUEY (yas OMG ikr))Now, I got shoutouts/responses for ya:
Izzdasaxmeister: thanks, I'm tryin'
cutechibilolita: I explained to you the whole female condom thing and what's about to go down, so you're a little ahead of the crew. And don't worry; nothing was misinterpreted. As for Cindy knowing about Riley's hoe base, as mentioned in chapter 1 (in Riley's POV): "But I gotta turn down all da girls in school cuz Jazzy's lurking around but I get mine in on da weekends! But everyone knows dat she really just a sidejont, 'cept for her; shit, Huey was right when he said she was the most naïve person!" So ya, Jazzy is in a bit of a denial mindset.
Jdjsj: idk if she'll break up with Riley or not... Read to find out (lol sorry I'm so mean with all these secrets and cliffhangers)
(First) Guest: thanks so much! And remember there's ALWAYS two sides to the story. Huey will spill everything soon enough. And yes, Riley seems like a bigger jerk than Huey, (or the biggest jerk in this story) but he has some REAL emotions that no one is really questioning and/or seeing, (in the story).
SammiSweetheart: don't worry, I will NEVER leave/abandon my stories EVER. But also don't expect them to be done in two seconds. And Huey's changing reasoning is going to be revealed really soon I promise y'all!
(Second) Guest: everybody in this story has their secrets or something that's not necessarily a secret but they're not revealing it to everyone. I think Riley's will manage to get some of you to like him more again. Because he has some real emotions and some serious shit going on/that happened.
HFRMWreviews: well, you're onto something… keep those ideas in mind when reading. And yes, Jazzy NEEDS to face reality. This is sad. But then again, I'm writing it, so… hahaha I'm super mean with this kinda thing, sorry, lol. Riley's past is serious, y'all betta get prepared!
Angela: Thanks and read the next sentence for your response…
So, without further ado, here's the new chappie!
Location: Ms. Satryan's End of Campus House/Classroom
Monday…
POV: Jazmine Dubois…
6 weeks had gone by. Starting this Friday was our Winter Break. The week after was rehearsals week. || A/N: not Christmas break, like in the end of February||
Huey had planned to ask this one girl, Allie, out, but accidently ended up asking out her twin sister, Annie. Then, when Allie came to the scene, she suggested that they have a threesome and Huey said "never again…", broke up with Allie, put the twins on his 'no, no' list, and that was that. Then he asked this girl Olivia out. They seemed to be going strong; I'm pretty sure he lost his v-card to her. But then that would make me the only person in the popular group that hadn't… Well, I'm not sure, but I'll have to ask some time. Riley and I are still going out. For some reason this week whenever we walked by each other and he said "hey babe" or something like that everyone in the halls would laugh. Caesar had tried to warn me about Riley 3 weeks ago, but I dismissed him. Cindy, she was trying today on our way home from school.
"Bitch, are you even listening to me?" Cindy questions me.
"Yeah, yeah. Riley's cheating yadadadada, I should dump him yadadadada, I'm stupid, etc., etc."
"You know I care about this a lot, aiight? I 'on't want my bestfriend havin' a no-good boyfriend."
"Yeah, and does anyone else care?"
"My boyfriend, Ceez."
"Alright, so we have you and Ceez. Everyone else finds the whole fake situation amusing."
"Damn," Ceez says. "The nigga was right when he said she's in denial!"
"And who exactly is he?" I question. Caesar and Cindy exchange looks before Cindy responds.
"Huey."
"Why were you talking to him?!"
"We're still friends. Unlike you and him."
"I'm friends with Freeman too!"
"Well guess what, nigga? Friends care about their friends… Freeman cares."
"Of course he does, he's my boyfriend."
"NOT THAT FREEMAN JAZZY! Huey fuckin' Freeman. The one you talk to me about everyday after yo tutoring. Speaking of which, why don't you and the nigga have tutoring today?"
"He went somewhere with Olivia. And he doesn't care. He most definitely does n—"
"Naw, Jazzy, he cares," Caesar interrupts. "He almost cares too much…" He and Cindy exchange yet another look. "I think today's the day," Ceez continues.
"Yep, nigga! Today's the day!" Cindy agrees.
"The day for what?" I ask.
"The day we tell Huey what really happened! Duh, nigga," Cindy replies.
"No! He'll kill you both!"
"Naw, with his new rep?! He'll never. He'll just ignore us."
"So that's all the results you're gonna get. It's never gonna get better than that."
"You out of all people should know to neva say never. Cuz when we told you, ya, you got pissed and didn't talk to us for 2 ½ months, but ya still admitted that you love him and always will. So, ha, nigga!"
"Sorry, Jazzy," Caesar starts. "But it's final. It's messing up our friendship just like it was messing up ours' 3 years ago. Cindy and I need to tell him. Otherwise, he'll never know the truth. And Huey Freeman not only speaks the truth; he is the truth. Well, to you anyways…" he finishes with a big grin and receives and gentle push from Jazmine.
"We'll tell you how it goes, Jazzy… if we make it out alive," Cindy calls out as we part and head towards our homes.
Later on That Night…
I just found out that my mom's anemia put her at such a high risk of cancer that they think she might actually have breast cancer. She has to get checked out tomorrow; it'll be the first time she's really been out in quite a few months. They said the test results will come in two Monday's from now.
I walk up to the hill now. I haven't heard from Ceez and Cindy yet, so either they:
A—are in the middle of it right now
B—haven't even started yet
C—got it over with and didn't make it out alive
I start pondering more things that could've happened. I'm then snapped out of my thoughts when I hear yelling from the hill.
"Okay, okay, okay… so let me get this straight: you, Cindy, persuaded Jazmine to get me out of her life and you, Caesar, persuaded me to get Jazmine out of my life to see if we would fight back and show our love?! What kind of sick, twisted method is that?! If you both knew that we liked, or perhaps even loved each other, then why the fuck would you do that?!"
Option A it is… I think to myself. It wouldn't take a genius to know that's Huey's voice.
"Nigga, will you PLEASE calm down?!" Cindy pleads.
"Would it help if I told you Jazzy loves you too?" Caesar adds on; his voice obviously desperate.
"HOW THE FUCK WOULD THAT HELP?! Oh, so she loves me too, huh? So what? She's just gonna get out of her relationship with my man whore brother to come be with me?!
"Well, she might…" Caesar says sounding a bit hopeful. "Just ask her out!"
"I don't think so, Ceez. If she says no, she'll break my heart again. Just like when Riley asked her out and she said yes. All he's ever done is use her and that's still what he's doing. She's in such a denial mindset that I may as well just sit around and wait 'til they have sex and he leaves her… but by that time, I'll probably already be half way around the world and married to some other woman that I don't love NEARLY AS MUCH as her!"
"But you'll still want to protect her, nigga. So it'll work out," Cindy tries to convince him.
"How can you say that I can protect her then, when I can't even protect her now?!" Huey asks with desperation and frustration.
"Well what about the time you found out Gabriel, from football, was planning to rape her? You broke both of his legs!"
"Not to mention the hospital bill… but the nigga deserved it!"
"Damn, nigga; you stubborn. 'Kay, how 'bout dat time when Riley was gonna slap her ass twice and you stopped him?"
"And how do you know about that, Cindy?"
"Jazzy tells me everything. And isn't it a little too late for this, Mr. Afro?"
"Oh. And it's never too late to question people. Besides, Jaz was in obvious pain. How was I just gonna let him hurt her? He already slaps all the hoes in his hoe base on the ass."
"So your point is?"
"Jazmine's not a hoe. And she doesn't deserve that treatment or him at all."
"Awww… Mr. Afro does have a heart!" Cindy coos.
"Yeah, go out and get the girl ya love, Big Hue!" Caesar adds on.
"Will both of you just SHUT UP?! I don't even know why I'm talking to you two…"
"Cuz Cindy and I helped try to save the day and unite your love?" Caesar tries.
"Nope, I don't think that's it. Because I'm still angry and pissed with you. Now scat."
"Aww, come on, Huey! Why don't you just—"
"I SAID SCAT," Huey says in an angry tone. "You ruined a lot of this whole love thing… I don't even know how to handle how I feel anymore and it's all because we've been separated for so long. Now that I finally can talk to her and interact with her once again, she's taken by my no-good brother. Yeah, you two fucked up bad. Don't expect any attention from me, ya little bastard-ass-niggas." And with that, Caesar and Cindy do scat and go down the hill; only to run into me at the very bottom. When we're out of earshot, Cindy finally speaks.
"Ya know we was just gon' call you, right? Now lemme tell you wassup—"
"It's fine, Cindy," I cut her off. "I heard it all."
PREVIEW OVER (if you read the preview from a few days back before I updated) NEW SECTION FROM HERE ON OUT
A/N: hell yeah I got valid excuses. (Yeah, cuz I already know y'all mad)1) for the past two days I've been reading (with the exception of a grand total of 15 hours of tennis) "Babysitting With Uncle Reezy" by: Schweetpea1870 (which was phenomenal, by the way)2) THIS WIFI SUCKS ASS, YO! Everyday I've been here (in OC) I stay up late and for the last 5 hours (since I first got back) I've had my laptop running and I was checking every 5 minutes then it got to 10 then 15 (then stayed there; I'm not going on, smart asses) and I got nothing. wifi isn't doing shit for a nigga right now. That's why I'm glad I'm back at my ACTUAL home now.
HEADS UP: if you guys haven't looked at The Boondocks comic strip, there's going to be a reference about it in here. Basically, that reference is: (when Michael Caesar becomes a main character and Jazmine kinda gets pushed out) Jazmine comes back and asks Huey if he misses her and it's been two years so he kinda forgets her name at first and Jazmine of course gets mad but then explains to him why she was gone (which was because she was scared of terrorists coming to school and other places after 9/11, so her parents just homeschooled her) and then she makes a remark about how Huey probably didn't notice because he's too busy making mean-spirited comments about the world and then Huey brings one up and Jazmine storms away. Then the next comic is he and Caesar talking about the same thing he was just trying to bring up to Jazmine. So, ya… just in case you're like 'what the hell?!' when I make the reference.
Anyways, I've been using my phone to type up a storm, aka this chappie AND the next one. And Ik y'all deserve a double update, but I got a deal for ya: first person to review gets a preview of the next chapter before it's posted later on tonight/tomorrow (idk I'm still choosing (hehe)) so... Ya dig? Now get to reading and reviewing, my niggas! Now... Let's pick up where we left off...P.S. The part from the preview is still in here because it was a preview of THIS chapter (quite obviously)Disclaimer: if I owned The Boondocks, do you really think I'd be sitting around writing fanfic? Aaron McGruder owns that shit! Also, it was a Guest's idea to have Jazzy go to another kid rather than bro to bro, so we're gonna do that.
"Oh," is all Cindy manages to get out.
"Well, for the record, I agree with Huey. You two really did fuck stuff up," I retort. "But, I know, I know; I already forgave you two and it was coming out of the good of your hearts."
"Aye... Is Jazzy getting comfortable with speaking French?" Caesar jokes. I can't help but to laugh.
"For real, tho!" Cindy agrees. "But Jazzy, you gots ta get us on Huey's good side again. 'Kay girl? I can't have Mr. Afro scowling at me for the first time in months with his fists all clenched and shit. Looks like he's 'bout to kill someone..."
"Hah, I gotta agree with that, Cin. But uhh, don't worry... I'll try to butter him up in our tutoring session on Friday."
"Hah, just try not to eat him," Cindy tells me with a wink and smirk.
"Wait... Friday? What's been happening?"
"Ehh... I have to be places, so... It's uhh gonna be complicated. So we're just meeting on Friday." They both give me suspicious looks. "Eyy, at least we've had weeks to study! I mean, I'm probably more of an expert than both of you AND Huey has all his lines memorized-even though he did before we started-and is really getting into Romeo. I have my final exam with him on Friday!"
"Yeah, okay..." Cindy starts, still giving me a but of a suspicious look. "I'll see you tomorrow girl." We give each other and Caesar a hug and then go back to out homes like earlier.
\-_-/
|| A/N: all that mess above was a technical flashback, but I didn't wanna italicize the whole thing, so I just put "Monday..." At the top. This is Friday. All that was being recalled in Jazzy's mind on Friday. Now, folks, the following IS Friday: ||
"Jaz. Jaz. Jaz! Jazzy! Jazmine!" Huey calls out trying to get my attention. "Sweetheart!" I turn my head to Huey. "Huh, so I have to call you 'sweetheart' to get you out of your thoughts?" He asks sarcastically and I giggle. "I can't believe you ever hated this name..."
"Hey! I did NOT hate that name!"
"Oh, really? Then why'd you get so pissed when I called you it originally?" He questions with a huge smirk.
"Because of the context you used it in. Duh."
"Hate to break it to ya, Jaz, but I don't think that's a 'duh' situation. Or at least you didn't use it in the right context," he teases, trying to use my words. My cheeks become red because of his teasing, (blush and anger). His smirk widens and I wonder how it's even possible.
"You know you have a handsome smirk, right?"
"Huh?" He asks right as I start laughing.
"I caught Huey Percy Freeman off guard! I caught Huey Percy Freeman off guard! I caught—" Huey cuts me off my jabbing me in the sides and his smirk reduces a bit. "Hey! Why'd you jab me?!"
"Hey, I just caught you off guard, sweetheart," he replies smoothly. His smirk reduces a bit. "Now come on; no more playing around ya grown up kid."
"You shouldn't be talking, Huey Percy Freeman," I tease him.
"And you remember my middle name how, Jazmine Anastasia Dubois?"
"Well, I could ask you the same thing, Romeo."
"Oh, switching the names up, are we, Juliet? And of course by my crystal clear, perfect memory," he says and gives a fake cheesy grin. "I believe it's your turn to answer the question, sweetheart."
"Oh, switching the names up, are we, supreme jock?" I copy his words and switch his nickname as well. "And I remember things of those who I consider important." I copy his cheesy grin as well, except mine is less fake than his.
"Oh." His face looks stunned and shocked enough to match the reaction of a woman realizing they missed a period and might be pregnant. "Well," he moves on, "speaking of important people, how's your mom doing? I saw her out the house for the first time in a few—months it seems like—over the past few days..."
"Yeah, that's why I had to miss our tutoring sessions these past few days..."
"Hey, no worries... Family first," he responds firmly. Even though he only scowls at those he's mad at, (so just Caesar and Cindy at the moment), I'm still surprised when he shows an extremely sympathetic face.
"Yeah, thanks. But she is uhh at high risk of breast cancer and so far all the tests show that she probably does have breast cancer currently, but we need to wait a little bit to find out for sure. You're my first friend I've told, so..."
"First friend, huh? What happened to the 'no relationships during tutoring' rule; made by you..?" I can see that he's obviously trying to lighten the mood and I play along.
"Hey, rules were made to be broken!"
"Is that Jaz? Is that really my—my version of—Jaz?"
"Your version of me? Psshhtt, I'm probably a goddess in your mind."
"You have no idea..." I push him lightly and we both laugh a bit.
"So, what the hell were you—"
"20 questions! Let's go! I'm first!"
"Wow, Huey... Someone's in his childish mode," I tease. "Now ask the damn question!"
"Why are you speaking in French so much? Cursing "French", to clarify."
"I know, duh."
"Well, you do take French as a class, so, not a 'duh' situation, sweet heart."
"Aww, look who just got back into his flirty mode."
"Hey, I can't help it, beautiful."
"Huh?"
"Oh, sorry... One of my names for Olivia. Just slipped."
"Oh shoot that reminds me of my next question!"
"Well can ya answer my question first, hun?... Sorry, THAT ONE was too much time with Cindy."
"Well, you just answered the question. I spent too much time with Cindy and started to curse a lot on Monday."
"Any specific reason on Monday?"
"Yes, but it's my turn... Hah."
"And you called me childish..."
"Will you shut up?! And I for one like childish Huey."
"And I for one like non-cursing Jazmine. Or at least not that frequent with cursing. So I guess we BOTH have our issues."
"I'll stop cursing if you act more childish..." I offer.
"Deal. But just around you."
"Can't mess up your rep?"
"You already know. And hey, it wasn't your turn!"
"Yeah, yeah; we'll start faults after this. I'm just happy I got childish Hey to appear again!"
"Yeah, yeah. Just ask the question."
"I think I deserve a childish Huey answer first... I mean, after all—"
"I got the answer covered: well I'm happy if you're happy!"
"Yay!" I cheer. "Anyways, the question is: how's your sex life with Olivia?"
"Woah, someone's being blunt."
"Hey, I learned from the best," I wink at him with my response to show I'm talking about him. He smirks a bit before replying.
"Well, Mrs. Blunt..."
"Mrs.?"
"I'm Mr., so you can try Ms. but your bluntness is far better than the other females, so it's your pick, really."
"Ehh, I'll be Mrs. and—once again—my question is: how's your sex life with Olivia?"
"What makes you think we have a sex life?" I give him a doubtful look so he continues. "We have a non-existent one, pretty much. It was our three-week anniversary on Monday—when I missed the tutoring session and I hung out with her—and the crazy bitch tried to rape me. So, I had to pull her off me and take extreme measures by tying her to a chair until I got my ripped clothes together and released her. So, I broke up with her and the team knows she's a crazy bitch, so my reputation stands."
"Excuse my French, but that's one crazy bitch," I say as a nod my head in agreement. Huey just smirks; probably at my warning or the way I said it.
"Did you know about the whole Caesar-Cindy-experiment thingy back when we
were younger? Like during and right after when you hid in your room for two years?"
"What Caesar-Cindy-experiment-thingy?" I play dumb.
"You're a horrible liar, you know that, right?" He smirks a bit knowing he just caught me in the act.
"Fine, fine; you caught me. So, they told me three years ago. So, yeah, I know that you didn't really forget me or that I was only partially hiding from 9/11 aftershock and all of that stuff…" my voice trails off because I know that Cindy and Caesar already explained the whole situation to him on Monday.
"Wait, wait, wait… so you've known for three years but you didn't tell me?!"
"Well, I, uhh… thought you knew already."
"Horrible liar…" he murmurs. I flick him on the forehead.
"Fine, fine; you caught me again. They said not to tell you because they thought you would kill them."
"Huh, I guess I can see why'd they think that… and oh, yeah." He flicks me on the forehead. "That's payback." He flicks me once more. "And that's for not telling me."
"How would I have told you?! We weren't "tight" like that anymore by that time. We had already fallen under their spell… which they're VERY SORRY about!"
"I'm not forgiving shit to those niggas."
"Ugh! Come on, Huey."
"Nope. Unless they offer me offer me some shit."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, sure," he says as he takes my pinky that I held up.
"They were doing it out of the good of their hearts, though…"
"Yeah, yeah. I looked at the whole situation and I completely understand why."
"Then why won't you forgive them?"
"I never said I won't… just not at the moment I'm not."
"Stubborn mode, I see?" He laughs a bit and I giggle.
"Nah, Jaz; but for real. Like… ask me a question that could be related to what they did!:"
"Do you love me?" Now you fucked up, Jaz. I think to myself.
"Jaz, I don't answer dumb and obvious questions."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, m'am. And I could ask you the same thing."
"And I'd give the same response: I don't answer dumb and obvious questions." Our smirks both match up with a bit of blush. "Now, next question!"
"My question: you ready for the final question—well, kinda experiment—on your final exam?"
"Did you just start this whole game hoping we'd get here so we could continue with the final exam?"
"Yes," he answers with a smirk wide enough to be considered a smile.
"You slick bastard…"
"Tell me something I don't know," he replies smoothly.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's start. I'm ready to take on the last experiment!"
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Jaz…" Huey says as he holds up the object being used for the last experiment. Sure enough, it's a replica of a penis. "Well, you know the drill…" he says as he hands me the replica.
After I had finished setting up the replica, I put the condom on it. Huey said to check it was on the right way and I did so. It was on the right way. I decided to add another condom (and check to make sure it was on the right way as well) and I got an extra credit point for that.
"Now, we've come to the experiment point of this," Huey starts. "Jaz, you don't have to do this if you don't wanna… I know you know how. I can just add the points to your final exam and give the test to Ms. Lowry as is."
"Nope. I have to do this," I insist.
"Alrighty… what level do you want it at today?"
"Uhh…" I look around the room. "You said it has to connect to a loop of some kind, right?"
"Yep."
"Then… how about… I connect it to your belt?" Before he can even protest I'm already over there and connecting it to the loop. I accidently touch his warm spot and pull my hand back immediately… it was a mistake, after all. But that still doesn't keep the blush from creeping up onto my and Huey's face.
Once the replica is sturdy, I begin. It's weird giving a replica of a penis a blowjob when it's attached to Huey… actually, playing this whole thing back, the whole situation is EXTREMELY weird! I can't believe they pay Ms. Lowry to set up these kinds of experiments.
Suddenly, when I'm in the middle of it, the door slams open.
"What do you want, niggarotchi?" Huey questions with a scowl on his face, glare in his eyes. It was no other than Caesar.
"Oh… so this is what the love birds have been doing back here all these days…" Caesar retorts; looking at the scene. I realize I'm still on the replica and Huey's back is faced towards the door, so it must look pretty weird. Huey notices too and turns around to face Caesar, but he pulls me along with him a tad bit because my mouth is not off of it.
"Oh God, sorry Jaz," Huey says calmly without a scowl on his face as he helps me get up.
"it's fine… I have an idea of where both sides are going to…" I reply.
"Oh wait, it's a replica?" Caesar asks a bit amazed. "Hey, Cin! Come in here real quick!" Cindy comes in the door and starts laughing at the replica along with Caesar who manages to hold his laughter inside by just smirking. Huey, of course, has to make a comment.
"So what do you want, Barbie bitch?" Cindy glares at him. "Look, Cin, don't start a glare-off… we all know I can beat anyone at those." Caesar and I nod our heads in agreement then give Cindy sheepish grins when she turns to us hoping that we'll say otherwise. Well… looks like it's up to her to do so.
"Oh really, Mr. Afro? Well… give me your best glare," Cindy replies with confidence. Huey, of course, gives her his best glare; it's a bit deadly. It sends Cindy flying back in fear and straddling onto Caesar.
"Now don't test me again, white girl," Huey says with finality in his voice. Caesar obviously realizes that he needs to speak up before an unfriendly and angry Huey kicks him out.
"Well, I know we kinda sorta—" Huey glares at him hard. "Okay… so we completely fucked up so to make it up to you because apologies are CLEARLY not working…" Ceez reaches into his pocket to retrieve something. He holds up four tickets in front of him. "I got us tickets for a week long trip for this Spring Break… we leaving Sunday morning, niggas!" Huey immediately lights up and they bro hug before he gives a head nod to Cindy to show they're homies once again. That's followed by Huey giving him a suspicious look.
"Ceez, my man… uhh… how'd you manage to get those four tickets in such a short amount of time on your salary?" Cindy and him give each other a look before Cindy answers.
"We stole 'em, nigga."
"You what?!" I scream.
"Ya, you heard me right. We stole 'em from his cousin."
"Because stealing within the family makes it oh-so-better," Huey retorts.
"Aye, calm down. I got it under control… I mean, after committing so many crimes with this one," Ceez says gesturing towards Cindy, "I know exactly how to cover up everything. The only thing that can actually go wrong is if my cousin tells the police what school I got to or where I live and they come and find me. But, I already know exactly how I'm gonna testify and all of that shit. So, we cool."
"Uhh, speaking of which," Cindy starts. "Here comes da po-po now…"
"I'm taking this shit off first," Huey remarks as he pulls off the replica and places it back in the containers he was using from Mrs. Lowry.
"You kids are coming with us," the police officer that just broke in the door with orange hair says.
20 Minutes Later…
I called my dad and he's already preparing the case for tomorrow. Caesar is gonna be the only one who really talks and the rest of us will just say the same exact story about Cindy coming to meet me after my tutoring with Huey and Caesar showing up because he knew our location to tell us about his "great gift" from his cousin.
Great, I think to myself. You're a senior waiting for your dad to pick you up from holding because of a trip that you have to go on with Huey and you haven't even made any contact with him in terms of kissing yet. How are you supposed to survive a week with him when your hotel rooms are right next to each other with the joint door?
End of chapter, niggas! Don't forget what I said earlier. Also, the reviewer for my little contest-type thingy has to have an account and be signed in; otherwise I can't really send it to you (outside of , that is). I have a feeling that I'll get some mixed reactions about this chapter, so I'm not gonna say much…
And… uhh… peace! Homies over hoes!