A/N: I'm back lol. College started so yeah that's why I haven't been updating. Also, I realized I made a mistake last chapter. That cheerleader that invited Gwen, then was asked if she was black, I meant to say she was white. Gwen & Heather are white, and Chris is black. But yeah, it's party time! Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter and hopefully I'll be back with more soon.
*Huey's P.O.V*
Today's the day of the party. Today is the day where drama, no doubt, is going to arise. With all of the cheerleaders petty drama, and the fact that nearly the entire school is going, it's sure to be a treat. I still do not, in any circumstance, want to go. But then if I don't, I would have to hear an earful from Heather, Chris, and especially Gwen about it.
But we are currently at the supermarket. We, as in Me, Riley and Granddad. Granddad's buying us groceries because he got invited to spend the night at this model's house. How Granddad continues to find these ladies bewilders me, and how these ladies continue to fall for an old man bewilders me even more.
Anyway, he's buying us groceries because he knows he won't be home until the following morning, and doesn't want us to starve because there's almost always no food at home. What he doesn't know is, and I'm speaking for myself, that I'm not going to be home tonight.
"Alright, you two go and get what you want that will keep you at least living until I come back tomorrow. And I'm talking two boxes of cereal, and milk." Granddad told us.
"Shouldn't we buy food for the entire week, or the entire month? There's barely any food in the house at all, and I guarantee you both of the cereal boxes will be empty before you even come home tomorrow, especially with the person who eats everything in the house anyway." I said, directing it towards Riley.
"Nigga, shut up. I don't eat everything in the house."
"Riley, Granddad bought groceries last month and it didn't even last a week. And I know that Granddad and I wouldn't eat all of that."
"That don't mean nun."
"We ordered pizza four boxes of pizza two weeks ago and I found three of those boxes under your bed."
"I was hungry as hell, that don't count!"
"You have a load of candy in your pockets, which you stole from Granddad's candy jar."
"What! Boy, what did I tell you about touching my jar?" Granddad yelled, attempting to hit Riley. Riley avoided his attack and quickly ran into one of the aisles. Granddad ultimately decided not to chase him.
"Anyway, so why can't we buy groceries for the month?" I asked again.
"Do you have 'buy groceries for the month' money? As I thought, no. Now stop wasting time and go get the milk while your dumbass brother gets the cereal." Granddad told me.
I sighed and went to go get the milk with no argument and waited in line, waiting for Granddad and Riley.
After a few, unnecessary minutes, Granddad & Riley came. Riley was carrying a box of Honey Nut Cheerios, and Fruit Loops, while Granddad was holding a gallon of orange juice.
"Y'all little niggas better not touch my OJ again, 'for I tie both of yall hairs together, and use you both as a yo-yo." Granddad told the both of us.
Riley mumbled swear words and we moved up in the line. We were all greeted poorly by the cashier who was black, had red hair, and looked to be around Granddad's age. By the frown on her face, she looked like she didn't want to be at work, or just be alive.
"How may I help you three?" The cashier asked.
"Yeah, we would like to purchase these items." Granddad answered.
"Why would she ask? Why didn't this nigga just put the food on the conveyor belt? This ain't McDonald's." Riley whispered to me.
Granddad then put the food on the conveyor belt and the cashier began scanning them. Granddad must have not been looking at the prices of these foods, and I can already anticipate the reaction he's going to get.
"Okay, that will be $44.17." The cashier said.
Granddad instantly raised his eyes. "Fifty-five fucking dollars? For only four things?"
"Well, many grocery stores are going through an inventory shortage because of Manufacturers demanding more money from every supermarket. Since the managers are being stubborn, and won't pay more, the Manufacturers are not serving anyone until they pay up. So in order for us to not go broke, we have to raise the prices." The cashier explained.
"Well that's a load of bullshit and I'm not paying extra for only four items that are worth bullshit!" Granddad shouted.
The security guard came over because of the shouting he heard. "What's the problem?"
"I'll tell yo the problem, officer. This store is trying to bullshit an old man's money by raising the prices of these ridiculous items that'll barely fill me up for a week! I did not serve in the civil war just to get screwed like this!" Granddad fought.
"Civil war? Nigga, since when did you serve-" Riley said, but I quickly put my hand over his mouth and shook my head at him.
"I already told him about why the prices went high, but he don't wanna listen to me so, what can I do?" The cashier told the officer.
"What you can do is give me the appropriate price for this. $12." Granddad said.
"Sir, if you can't pay the original price, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The officer said.
"Leave?" Granddad chuckled. "I'm not moving an inch."
"Come on Granddad, it's really not worth it. Let's just go." I tried to convince him.
"Nope, I ain't moving jack shit until I pay $12." Granddad stubbornly said.
"Then you leave me with no other choice." The officer said as he then grabbed Granddad's arms. Granddad quickly pulled his arm back. The officer tried to grab his arm again but Granddad accidentally hit him in the face trying to pull away. Everyone's eyes went wide as the officer began to pull out his nightstick, ready to strike Granddad for resisting.
As the officer began to swing, I quickly saved Granddad by grabbing the nightstick before it hit him. The officer and I played tug a war until he eventually kicked me in my stomach and grabbed the nightstick. He began charging at me and swung his nightstick, but I quickly dodged it. I grabbed some magazines that was near the cashier and threw them at the cop. He dodged a couple but some hit him. I then grabbed a starburst pack, quickly opened it, then threw all of it at him. Each one of them connected, impacting mostly his face so he was distracted temporarily. Granddad used this moment to tell Riley what to do.
"Riley, go put what we have in a bag and quickly get some more stuff. When you're finished, grab your brother and meet me at the car." Granddad said and Riley nodded.
Riley ran to the cashier. "Unless you want some starbursts in your face, move the fuck out of the way bitch."
The cashier quickly backed away with fright and Riley began bagging our items and ran to get some others. Meanwhile, I was still dealing with the cop. He brought out his taser and began darting towards me. Every attempt he had to taze me, I dodged and kept backing up as he continued to move closer. The closer and closer he got, the more I moved back. I didn't even notice that I was backing up into the red-headed cashier. With one final attempt, he tried to taze me again but this time I completely moved out of the way. Instead of the taser hitting me, it hit the cashier.
She fell down and was shaking in shock. The officer looked at her in shock of what he did. I used this window of distraction to grab his arm, and to use his own taser against him by making him tase his arm and falling to the floor. When this happened, Riley had already come back with the groceries and we both quickly ran to the car with Granddad already in it. Without any questions, as soon as we both got in the car, Granddad immediately pressed on the gas and sped out of the parking lot and went the route to our home.
"Phew! I told y'all the white man ain't putting us down." Granddad said.
"Granddad, you barely did anything except wait in the car, most likely hitting on old ass ladies, while me and Huey did the dirty work." Riley said.
"Hey, remind me who's driving boy? And if I was to stay in there, you know damn well my old legs can't run no more. I'll barely make it out the store before I end up falling and busting my ribcage." Granddad said. Riley then started to chuckle.
"You know, Granddad, all of what we did wasn't necessary." I said.
"Boy, stop bitchin'." Granddad said.
"Yeah, stop bitchin'." Riley followed after, chuckling. I sighed and shook my head. Why do I even bother?
"And it was too necessary." Granddad said. "If the army veterans heard about these prices, what do you think they would've done?"
"Pay the bill? Simply complain about it?" I answered.
"Not act like complete niggas?" Riley followed.
"Y'all not helping! Point is, I stood up for my fellow brothers who despise over priced food."
"And all you got out it was Cereal, Milk and Orange Juice."
"Boy hush up!"
When we got home, Granddad immediately pulled us into the living room and sat us both down and stood in front of the TV.
"Alright, listen up. I'm going to spend the night, and get laid, at this model's house. You two, under no circumstances, are to break my house, open the door for anybody, and to sneak out to go to some party."
Both Riley and I nodded, even though I'm actually going out to this party. It's not sneaking out if he's not here.
"And if I come back and find one thing broken, or a million bullets on the floor, I'm gonna beat you two so bad you'll look like gasping fishes." Granddad threatened. Everyday he comes up with some new metaphor that blows me away.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and Riley went to get it. "Granddad, it's that sexy model who's waaaaaay out of your league!"
Granddad got up, whacked Riley in the head and greeted the model.
"Peaches, meet my two Grand kids, Riley and Huey." Peaches was a tall, 5'11 dark skin female with blond curls. She had the body and curves that would make any man drool over her.
"Peaches? Do her parents not love her?" Riley whispered to me but Granddad somehow heard it.
"Riley!" Granddad yelled and Riley immediately kept his mouth shut.
"This is a nice house." Peaches said, observing her surroundings.
"Ah, great, here we go. She's already plotting on what to steal from this old man. Hoes are hoes." Riley said.
Granddad grabbed a couch pillow and launched it at Riley, hitting him in his face and making him fall down.
"You will show peaches some respect boy, or I'll force the respect on you with my belt." Granddad threatened.
Riley whispered, "Old ass nigga," but only I was able to hear it.
"Let me go and get my stuff. I'll be back. You two better not scare her away." Granddad said to Riley & I and went upstairs.
Peaches sat in Granddad's single chair in the living room, while Riley and I sat on the couch next to her. The room was silent, primarily because I was reading a book, Peaches was texting on her phone, and Riley was staring at Peaches.
After a minute and thirty seconds passed, Riley finally broke the silence. "So, Peaches, imma just come out direct. Why you going after our Granddad for? He ain't gonna be ya suga daddy if that's what you thinkin'."
"Riley!" I said, smacking him upside the head.
"OW! What? I can't be curious?" Riley asked, rubbing his head.
"I like your Granddad. He's really sweet and makes me laugh and talks about how nice my boobies look!" Peaches said.
"So the nigga already hit. I'm proud and shocked." Riley said.
"The fact he's able to 'hit' anything at his age is shocking to me." I said. "Do you even know how old he is?"
"Yeah, like really old." Peaches answered.
I rolled my eyes. Granddad sure knows how to pick his girls.
"So, how does it feel like when he's down there? Does it feel like a dog's face when it sags or a small hairy tree branch?" Riley asked.
I felt so disgusted by the question that a quick image of what he said popped up in my head and made me even more disgusted.
"Well, other then the fact that his hair is pretty much all white, he's not a bad person during sex." Peaches answered.
Both Riley and I made a disgusted face after her comment. "So you don't care that it's probably dandruff?"
Peaches thought about this. "Hmm, it probably is dandruff. Well, I'll just tell clean myself afterwards."
"What if you catch an STD?" I asked.
"Can't catch what I already have. Nothing new." Peaches shrugged.
Both Riley and I were shocked. "You have an STD and you're still sleeping around with men? An old man to be exact?" I asked.
"He's aware that I have it. Besides, he says he's near death anyway, like three or four years. Anything he catches won't matter because he's almost at the end."
"Ight, that's hella true, but damn hoe you nasty." Riley said. "How many other people have you slept with?"
"Sweetie, I'm a model. Take a guess." She answered.
Riley was left dumbfounded and was about to ask another question until Granddad came downstairs, dragging a suitcase behind him.
"Did these two cause you any problems?" Granddad asked Peaches while eyeing us both, mostly Riley.
"No, none at all." Peaches answered, to me and Riley's surprise.
Granddad was still eyeing us, as if he did not believe her. Peaches got up from her chair and grabbed Granddad by his arm. "We should get going. Livin' with Keisha comes on tonight."
"Did these two cause you harm?" Granddad asked Peaches while eyeing us, mostly Riley.
"Oh, that's right." Granddad said, approaching the door with Peaches. "Boys, once again, do not fuck up my house when I'm gone. There's fifty dollars in the jar in the cabinet in case you need it. Do not invite anybody here, and do not leave this house either. I'll be back by noon tomorrow."
"Granddad, we got this! We're older and maturer now." Riley said, walking towards them.
"You? Maturer? What have you been eating lately?" Granddad sarcastically asked
"Just the sweet sandwich of mature. Watch, your house is gonna be spotless."
"Yeah, whatever boy. Bye." Granddad said, opening the door and walking out. Peaches waved us both goodbye and followed Granddad.
Riley waited until they were out the driveway and down the street until he closed the door. "Well, I'll see you later."
I raised my eyebrow. "And where are you going?"
"Your friend Gwen's party. Some of my girls been asking me to go, so imma just go and get lit." Riley said.
"You are not going to her party." I said.
"And why not?"
"First of all, it's a Junior and Senior party. Meaning, they'll be alcohol and weed there. Second, I don't need my friends to know how much of a clown you act, other than that one time at the talent show."
"But your friends still technically know me. And, for your information, you know I smoke and drink anyway so what's the point?"
"They're carding people by age too. If you don't have an I.D that states you're over Seventeen, you can't get in. And I know for a fact you don't have one." I said.
"I do too, nigga. Here."
Riley pulled out his card and handed it to me. The card had his picture on it, but under the fake name, 'Riley Manuel Hill.' The card stated he was Eighteen, and listed a fake date of birth, which is three years before his actual date of birth.
"Huuh? Pretty convincing right?" Riley said smiling.
I had to admit to myself that it was pretty convincing, but I'm still sticking by what I said. "You're still not going."
"That's not fair! So what am I supposed to do all night then?" He asked.
"I'm sure you'll figure that out." I said, tossing him back his card.
"Man, yous a punk! Fine, I'll find some other shit to do." Riley said, walking back up to his room.
I rolled my eyes and was about to go back to reading, until my phone started buzzing. I picked it up and it was an unread message from Gwen saying, "I hope you're getting dressed or at least in the shower."
I rolled my eyes and went upstairs with my book to get ready. I'm just ready to get this night over with.
After taking about forty minutes to shower and get ready, I was on my way out the house. Before leaving, I made sure Riley was not leaving the house. He was upstairs video calling some girl I assume was going to the party. I went to the jar and took twenty dollars just in case I get hungry or who knows. For this party, I wasn't wearing anything too dressy. I just put on ripped jeans, timbs, and an unbuttoned red plaid shirt with a white t-shirt underneath. I checked my phone and it was messages from my friends and other classmates who have my number, asking me am I still going to the party. I took a picture of my shoes on the sidewalk and sent it to all of them.
I passed Jazmine's house and saw that her car wasn't there and assumed she was at the party; that means I was late. Part of the reason I felt uncomfortable going to this party was primarily her. Knowing how many guys are going to try to hit at her, or how hard she might try to make me jealous, it's going to be hard to ignore that... sort of.
As I continued to walk down the street, I saw more kids from my school leaving their houses and getting into their cars to go to this party. Some drove past me and honked and waved at me. Of course, I didn't wave back, but they seemed to anticipate that happening already. My phone started ringing so I pulled it out of my pocket and checked to see who was calling. It was Gwen.
I sighed, answered and braced myself for what was coming. "Hel-"
"WHERE ARE YOU? THE PARTY ALREADY STARTED AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN HERE!" Gwen yelled. Thankfully, I pulled the phone away from my ear, but her yelling was still clearly audible.
"Relax, I'm on my way there right now." I said calmly.
"YOU BETTER BE ON YOUR WAY!" Gwen shouted before calming her temper. "Everybody already asking for you and all that."
"Who's everybody?"
"Everybody you sent that pic of your shoes too." Gwen answered. "Since when did you get so popular?"
"I don't know what that word means. I'm not even going to socialize with anyone so they don't need to worry."
"Well, don't be a party pooper at least. Take at least one shot."
"You must be crazy."
"Well it's either that or watch Jazmine ride every guy she dances."
I got a little annoyed and knew I would be seeing that scene all night long. "We'll see."
"Great. Now get your ass here before the party already ends." Gwen said.
I rolled my eyes and hung up and continued walking. I already know Jazmine is going to be dancing with practically all of the guys there, and I honestly don't want to see none of that. And I know if I even try to leave the house, Gwen is going to be right in front of the door to block my way out, while Chris is dragging me back in. I guess a shot or two won't hurt. It is a party.
I finally arrived at the party, and already seen kids outside smoking weed and drinking. I shook my head and walked passed them and entered the house. Gwen's house is practically a mansion, so as soon you step foot in, the dance floor is right in the middle, with stairs showing a visually clear hall on top of the staircase. So when I stepped in, I saw everyone either dancing in the middle, or socializing on the sides and corners. The DJ booth was on top of the stair case, and the atmosphere was basically that of a club, with different colored LED lights coloring the entire room.
I looked around to see if I seen anybody I know. More specifically, I looked for Chris, Heather and Gwen. I walked away from the entrance because more people were coming in, and I didn't want to get bumped. I walked past other people, who were already drunk. Some even greeted me and I ignored them. I found a corner that was empty, so I made my way there.
I was observing everyone in the room, and I honestly felt out of place. Everybody was either dancing or socializing, and here I am, in the corner, just standing with my phone in hand. I dressed nicer then half of the guys here, and could've probably gotten any girl here, but I just wasn't interested at all. In fact, I was bored. I even yawned. I closed my eyes just to get the music flowing inside of me so I won't be all too bored. My eyes opened wide and quick when someone shouted my name.
"HUEY!"
I turned and saw Chris approaching me. He came up and gave me a quick handshake. "What's up man?"
"Already feeling this party. These girls can dance!" Chris said.
"You're dancing with other girls? Where's Heather?" I asked.
"She's upstairs with Gwen, getting her prepared and stuff. I'm just entertaining myself until she comes back." He answered. I could tell by how out of character he was acting that he was either drunk or on the route to being drunk.
"Well, let me not stop you from your 'entertainment'." I said. "Where's Gwen's room?"
"You can't go to Gwen's room. She's getting changed. Come on, dance! Don't be a party pooper."
"Yeah, I don't think so." I said.
"Why not? Pretty much every girl in here was checking you out in this corner. It's only one dance, it won't kill you."
"I don't even know how to dance."
"You don't need to know. Watch." Chris walked towards the dance floor, and I assumed I had to follow him. There was some girl dancing and twerking by herself on the dance floor. Chris used hand gestures to tell me to watch him and then he pointed towards the girl. He then walked up behind the girl and moved in motion with how she was twerking. I was uncomfortable watching this and made a plain face.
When Chris finished, he came up to me. "It's that easy."
"That's the stupidest thing ever." I said.
"Oh come on, at least give it a try. Look." Chris pointed towards another girl twerking and pushed me to her. The girl then pushed up against me, twerking on me, but I made no movement. She could definitely dance though. I even felt myself getting a little hard, and I can tell she felt it too because she continued to push back onto me and continued dancing. When I had enough, I backed away. However, before I got a chance to walk away, she turned around and licked her lips to try to arouse me. She then wrote her number on a piece of paper and handed it to me and winked at me. I held the paper and walked back towards Chris.
"Well, way to go man! Wasn't your best, but way to go!" Chris said. "You even got her number."
I handed Chris the paper. "Actually, I don't."
Chris then folded the paper and put it in his pocket. "Listen man, you need to loosen up and have a good time. Take a shot. It won't kill you."
I was about to think about it until I heard some guys speaking next to me.
"Man can Jazmine move! I didn't know she could dance like that."
"Yeah, I even grabbed her ass and she didn't even try to stop it."
"If I picked up on her signal in the middle, I would've brought her back to my house and fucked her."
I sensed my anger boiling up and I had to do something before I made all three of those guys walk away limping with no arms.
"Fine, but only one shot."
Chris nodded and led me to a room where they served alcohol. The room was literally a mini bar and had a bartender serving up the drinks. Other kids were in here too, socializing and hanging out. Me and Chris took our seats at the bar.
"What will y'all have? There's only a limit of three shots."
"We'll both take a shot." Chris said.
The barber then poured liquor in two small glass cups and handed it to us both. Chris took his shot and quickly drank it. I picked up my shot and slowly took a sip, but Chris then pushed my arm up, pouring all of the liquor in my mouth. I swallowed and coughed because it tasted bitter, but it also went down too quick.
"You good man? How did that feel?" Chris asked.
I punched him in the knee and he groaned in pain. "Don't do that again."
"Gotcha." Chris said, rubbing his knee. "How do you feel?"
"I feel like I can't get that bitter taste out of my mouth now." I answered, showing a disgusted face.
"That's how it is during your first time. You feel like you can handle a second one?" He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, even though I half-wanted to say no entirely.
"Let me get two more." Chris told the bartender. He refilled both of our cups, and Chris drank his fast, and I decided to drink it fast too, for the hell of it.
It ended with the same result; leaving me with a bitter throat and a bitter face. But I felt a little more lean.
"That means it's starting to work. Let's get you out there on the floor, big guy." Chris said.
We both left the bar and went to the dance floor. I pretty much felt the same, but a little wavy. Like, I could actually move, instead of being stiff. I found myself on the dance floor and started vibing to the music. I started to move my body a little bit and flowing with the music. The DJ was playing a a techno party song, which I had no idea what it is, nor did I care. I was just moving with the sound.
As I kept moving slow, a girl came up in front of me and started to dance. She looked like she really into this party and this dance. She was shaking every part of her body to this music, but I was just still moving slowly to the beat. She noticed this, and decided to talk instead.
"You don't party often, do you?" I heard the girl say over the music.
"Nope." I answered.
"It's okay, this is like my second party. I'm only here because my boyfriend wanted me to get out of the house."
"And where is he?"
"Huh. That's a good question." She answered.
I rolled my eyes and walked away from her and went further onto the dance floor. I passed a lot of girls dancing, and I honestly didn't know where I was going. People were bumping me and trying to dance in front of me, but I just walked right around them.
But there was one girl who tried to dance in front of me though, and if she hadn't turned around, I almost wouldn't have recognized her.
"Huey?"
I looked down to find Jazmine in front of me. She was wearing a plain white shirt with black leggings, pink shoes, and her hair was tied. She dressed as dull as everybody else who wasn't trying to exactly show out, just to have fun.
"Hello." I said, not really interested in talking to her.
She was looking at what I was wearing and was clearly aroused. She forgot I was there and was unaware I knew she was checking me out and quickly stopped. "What are you doing here? I thought you don't like parties."
"I'm here for Gwen. You do know she is my friend." I answered.
"Oh, yeah. Well, I think I should get back to my friends." She said.
I shrugged and made my way past her. It wasn't too long until she called my name back. "Wait! Huey."
I turned around and saw Jazmine walking to me. "Yes?"
Jazmine was staring at my face, looking lost, almost as if she was deeply thinking. "Do- Would you like to.. danc-"
"Attention everybody." The DJ said over the mic and cut the music off and got everyone's attention. "It is now time for the birthday girl to come out! Everybody, let's hear it for the birthday girl, Gwen!"
Gwen came out stunning. She was wearing a two-piece all white bandage dress with white heels and her hair was curly. She absolutely looked beautiful. Everybody was clapping, including me. I felt someone looking at me as I was clapping, but I didn't pay any mind.
As she walked down the stairs, along with Heather who was wearing a short black dress with open toed sandals and her red hair in a puffy Afro, the DJ started playing music again and everybody resumed what they were doing. I shortly forgot what I was doing but it came back to me when I turned around and saw Jazmine still there.
"What did you want to ask me?" I asked her. It seemed as if she wasn't paying attention because she was looking down and didn't hear me. I waved my hand in front of her and she quickly looked up.
"Huh?" She asked.
"What did you want to ask me?" I repeated the question.
"Oh, I'm not sure if you'd want to do it." She answered.
"You can't know if I haven't asked." I said, rolling my eyes.
"But I know you, Huey."
"Then don't ask." I said, then turned away from her and began to walk away. That is, until she grabbed my arm.
"Wait." I turned around and did not know why I didn't pry my arm away from her grasp. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes. "Do you want to dance with me?"
I raised my eyebrow because I honestly didn't want too, and I still don't understand why I'm letting her hold my arm like this. I was contemplating on giving her the cold shoulder by just telling her no, or just simply dancing with her for a little bit. One dance won't kill me, and it is a party. "Well, sur-"
"Huey. You made it!" Said Gwen as she popped up out of nowhere from behind me. I turned around and took my arm away from Jazmine's grasp.
Gwen looked at both of us. "Um, was I interrupting something?"
"No." I said quickly. Gwen had an unconvinced face showing, and I can already assume by knowledge that Jazmine had a hurt face showing.
"Uh huh. Hey Jazmine." Gwen greeted.
"Hi." Jazmine said, nonchalantly.
"How long have you been here?" Gwen asked me.
"For about thirty minutes now. I've been walking around with Chris, danced a little and even took two shots." I answered.
Gwen looked surprised. "Well well, look at you. I didn't know you would get that turnt up."
"Whatever. Where's Heather?"
"Last time I seen her, she was searching for Chris. He better hope she doesn't find him dancing on some girl."
I chuckled. She has no idea.
The DJ stopped playing techno music, and started playing slow music. "It's time for everyone to find a partner and vibe to this song."
Gwen grabbed my arm. "Huey, come dance with me? It's my birthday, please?"
I turned behind me and saw Jazmine seething with both anger and jealousy. Her mouth was open in shock that Gwen asked me for a dance when Jazmine had asked me first. But thinking about the situations I had with both, and which one was more important, I turned back to Gwen and walked with her to the dance floor.
We was in the center while everyone was dancing away from us. I even seen Chris and Heather having their private dance on the dance floor.
Gwen had her arms around my neck and I had my hands on her waist. She surprisingly had an almost hourglass figure. We was moving slow and moving in circles, as we danced to the lyrics.
I wanna hold the hand inside you
I wanna take the breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
Both Gwen and I had our heads down. We both closed our eyes and let our foreheads touch, while still moving in circles.
You live your life, you go in shadow
You'll come upon and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Close your eyes with what's not there
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
Gwen tightened her arms around my neck and we both put our heads up. We stared at each others eyes and lips.
The strange light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart is out of home
You put your hands into your head
And your smiles cover your heart
Gwen and I both slowly started leaning our heads into each other, lips first. I'm not sure if I was making myself do it, or if it was just happening automatically, but this chemistry and her purple lipstick, that popped out definitely since she was white, definitely got me. We were dangerously close to kissing, until we heard loud shouting.
And that shouting sounded like it came from Jazmine.
The DJ stopped the music and a crowd formed from behind us and near the entrance. Gwen went to the crowd to see what was happening and I followed. I also seen Heather and Chris tagging along.
When we got in front of the crowd, we seen Jazmine and the cheerleader that Gwen initially invited standing side to side, against the leader and three other snobby cheerleaders we overheard talking about this party.
"Who the hell do you think you are trying to tell me who I can or can't hang with?" Jazmine asked, her hands balled up in fists.
"We're trying to help you from losing your credibility. Look at you, socializing with these nerds and bums. You're an embarrassment to us cheerleaders." The head cheerleader said.
"I really don't care. This is what I want to do, and I actually like not always hanging out with you cheerleaders." Jazmine defended.
"I don't give a fuck. And you got this little bitch Cameron thinking she's something when I know her entire life." The leader said towards the cheerleader that was with Jazmine.
"Alright, listen up. This party is going great, everybody is having a good time, and I'm not letting you low lives ruin it. So get out." Gwen said, standing next to Jazmine.
"Who are you? This party looks awful and you should know better than trying to tell me what to do. Learn your place before I teach it for you." Said the leader.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you with the majority of the football teams penis in your mouth." Gwen said. The crowd oh'd and aw'd at her comment. The leader immediately seethed with rage and charged at Gwen. Jazmine prevented it by punching the leader in the face and started fighting her. The leader's partners came to her aid and started a brawl with Gwen and Cameron. Heather quickly jumped in to help defend Gwen. Everybody quickly backed away and let this entire thing unfold. Chris and I were debating whether or not we should go help or not. But there was so many hair and so many torn clothing that we were just.. in awe.
After a short few moments, Chris and I ran in and pryed Gwen and Heather from the cheerleaders they were beating up. Two other guys were prying Jazmine and Cameron from the other cheerleaders. The cheerleaders that got beaten up left the party, and the atmosphere calmed down a little bit. Everyone was cheering for the girls for beating the cheerleaders up and prevented them from entirely ruining the party.
I was holding Gwen still and she turned around and blushed, making me sort of blush as well. Gwen opened her mouth to speak, but that was cut short when we got some news.
"Hey, one of those girls called the cops and said she and her friends got assaulted here. The cops are on their way here right now." One of the guys outside came inside to tell everybody.
Everybody gasped and started ranting. It felt like a mini riot in here.
"Alright, everybody listen up." Some man said, which I assumed was Gwen's father, getting everyone's attention. "I suggest you all leave right now so we don't get in trouble, and most importantly you all don't get in trouble. Please stay safe, and go straight home. And if you're drunk, I suggest you get a ride from somebody."
After he said that, everybody started leaving. It wasn't long until we heard many cars starting and driving away.
Inside, the only people that were left were Me, Gwen, Chris, Heather, Jazmine and Cameron.
"Listen, thank you guys so much for coming, but you should really leave, we got this under control." Gwen said.
"No. We're not leaving you after something like that. What if they try to accuse you? We're all witnesses that you didn't start anything." I said.
"Yeah. We're not leaving you. Besides, you need some help cleaning up anyway." Chris said.
"And I need to change anyway." Heather smiled, pointing towards a rip on the bottom on her dress.
Gwen then turned to Jazmine and Cameron. "Hey, thanks."
"For what?" Jazmine asked, confused.
"For sticking up for us basically, and for even coming. I always knew those cheerleaders were huge bitches, but I didn't think they would stoop that low."
"Yeah, they've always been like that. I'm sorry for even drawing them here." Cameron said.
"It's alright. And I'm honored you actually like us 'geeks and bums.'" Gwen said, grinning.
Everybody chuckled and we were having a good time. This was probably the longest time Jazmine has had a good chuckle anyway.
"I'm glad your all having fun," Gwen's father said, coming down the stairs, "but we need to get this place cleaned up so we can at least look convincing." Gwen's father then tossed Gwen a broom and dustpan.
"And the closet is down the hall you all." He also said, pointing down the hall. "I suggest you all get to it quick since the cops should be arriving quite soon."
"First time I went to a party where I had to clean." Chris sighed.
"Quit complaining, it's not like you do cleaning at home anyway." Heather said.
"Touche." Chris said and we all chuckled and began going to the closet to get the cleaning equipment.
For once I could say I wasn't bored at a party. This wasn't as bad as I anticipated it would be. Even if I do have to clean.
I got home about an hour and thirty minutes later after we cleaned and the cops arrived. We explained to them what happened and that it was simply party and they caused havoc at the party. Gwen's father showed the cameras and it was in our favor. After the cops left, we all socialized and hung out. Jazmine and I avoided each other's contact, and I was primarily speaking to only Chris, since the girls were socializing and getting to know each other. After Chris and I got bored, we decided to leave and let the girls talk. Chris gave me a ride home and went home himself.
I got home and it was suspiciously empty.
"Riley?"
I called once and heard nothing. The lights were turned off, the TV was turned off, and it was completely silent. I went upstairs and went to my room and saw that Riley was gone.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Riley's number. Two rings into the call and I heard his phone go off. I turned around and found him standing at the door with sweatpants on and a white T-shirt on.
"What do you want nigga?"
"Where were you?"
"I was takin a shit nigga, damn." Riley said, plopping on his bed.
"You stayed here all night?" I asked, taking off my shoes.
"Of course, I'm a good boy." Riley said. I looked at him straight in his eyes to see if he was lying.
"What? You don't believe me?"
I continued to stare at him until he cracked. Thankfully, he cracked.
"Ight, ight, I went out and saw the fight at Gwen's party."
"What? Didn't I tell you not to go? And how did you even know about the fight?" I asked, sort of angry.
"Relax, nigga. I didn't go to the party. I was calling up everybody I knew to see if they had plans, but everybody was busy so I was gonna stay in. But I was facetiming this cheerleader-"
"Cheerleader?'
"Well, more like the captain of the squad."
My eyes went wide. "How do you know the captain?"
"When you're smooth with girls, and can play sports, you can get whoever you want. Anyway, she was talking to me about wrecking Gwen's party. I tried to talk her out of it but she was really pissed and was going to do it anyway, and seeing a cheerleader pissed means it's going to be entertaining, and she's going to wanna relief that anger afterwards, if you know what I mean." He said, winking. I shook my head and made a sound of disgust.
"Anyway, I saw the entire thing from outside the house, even when she called the cops. I wanted to go in to try to warn you, but some guy overheard it and I assumed he went in to tell you all. Then she took me back to her house after her friends went to their homes, we fucked and then she drove me back here." Riley finished.
I shook my head. "You are something else."
"That party looked fun though. I even saw Jazmine and Gwen there. Man can they fight! Jazmine surprised me." Riley said.
"You and me both."
"Gwen looked cute too. I saw how you were holding her after you pulled her away from one of the girls. Already pussy hopping, huh? I taught you well."
"Shut the hell up." I said, getting up to go to the bathroom.
"I won't be surprised if it's Gwen's panties you're pulling down with your teeth." Riley said.
I then caught Riley unexpectedly by jumping on to him and lightly hitting him. He was covering himself up and blocking half of my hits. I got up and pushed him off the bed then walked out the door. Riley then threw a pillow, but I closed the door in time before it hit me.
I heard him laugh and chuckle saying, "You gon soft, Huey."
A/N: Probably not my best, but I had to give you all something. Anyway, leave reviews! I need feedback and ideas. Here's a question though; Do you think Huey is better fit with Gwen or Jazmine and why? Do you think Cindy is better fit with Tamara or Cindy and why? Leave ya reviews man. I'll hopefully update as soon as I can, but until next time..
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