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Chapter 21: End of the First Semester

As the end of the first semester nears, so does the school pressure. Grades kick in. Oral presentations get presented. Their school capacities get tested.

So does their sanities.

Too bad a few failed.

And there are no re-tests to make up for their mistakes.

Cindy

I shivered, my hands rubbing my arms like crazy, to bring some heat. Seriously, by now, at the end of October, you'd think the Gym teacher would make us do Gym in an actual Gym. But no, he wanted to make us exercise outside and freeze our asses. Tch. At least this was the 6th period, the last class of the day.

Overall, ignoring this morning's argument, I had managed to avoid Riley for almost the whole day. I didn't even come to our usual cafeteria table, knowing he'd be there with the gang. It wasn't easy. But I had somehow succeeded, except for now. No thanks, to my last period of the day, Gym. Ya see, we share this class together, along with Mitsuki Hoe…I mean, Moe. Oups. My bad for the error.

Not.

Anyway, I could have simply ditched class and get my current puppet, the school vice-principal, to excuse my absence. But then, I'd be unable to do the Gym presentation and that'd screw up my grades and make me fail. So, I had no choice, but to show up in class. I didn't work like crazy to pay the school books fo' nothing. Na-ah. Now I always followed this motto: Education before hoes…and cheatin' niggas, in this case.

"Okay class, today is the day that you do your 5-minutes long presentation with the teammates that I have assigned you with. In front of the whole class, of course," the Gym teacher received a series of disapproval grunts from his students, but with a wave, they had ceased the noise and continued listening. "But, since I'm in a good mood today, I will give 15 minutes to practice. Now, fuck off to your teammates!"

Already used to his use of profanities, the students got up from the ground and got to their practicing. I, on the other hand, flopped on the ground and sighed to the sky, mentally asking God to strike me with lightning. Now, before y'all stop me from mentally crying and asking for coincidental death, know that I had to do this fuckin' presentation with Mitsuki. And y'all know I ain't in the mood to deal with her stank-ass attitude.

So, let me resume to my mental cryin'.

Wait. Nevamind. What was the point of doing so, if the said devil was here, looming over me with her face…that needed a paper bag? For god sake, if she kept walking around here with her ratchet-ness, everyone would wind up killing each other…just to never see her again.

"Look wigga, I know you're still mourning over your break-up with Riley - which was bound to happen anyway – but we got to think of what we're going to present in front of the whole class, for 5 minutes," Mitsuki said whilst she constantly kicked my side.

I sat up in nothing flat. "Enh, how did ya know dat?"

Mitsuki whipped out her cellphone from her gym short, already texting with mad speed. "Come on, it was obvious. You both didn't bid hellos to each other. You stopped making out. Hell, you guys didn't even exchange a glance. It was like you were purposely ignoring each other. So, I came to conclusion that Cin and Riley are officially over," she explained, without missing a beat, or focus on her texting.

But I quirked an eyebrow. I don't trust this bitch. She must've hired some other bitch to get some gossip on my love life. Yeah, that must be it. I got up from the ground, dusted the dirt and grass off my marine blue sweatpants, and lazily propped my hands on my hips. I sighed, "…Fine. Ya know how to dance, right?"

Mitsuki tsked, "Who doesn't?"

I smirked, pleased. "I have an idea for our presentation."

Mitsuki placed her phone back inside her short pocket, and faced me once again. "Okay, I'm listening."

Like I said before, I paid too expensively and worked too hard to stay in this school. I was not going to let our business from outside of school mix in with my school assignments. So, for now, at least until the 6th period ended, I was gonna have to cooperate with her. I repeat, only for NOW.

…

Everyone who sat on the bleachers blinked, dumbfounded by the presentation Emo Dude and Riley had done. For their presentation, they brought a mini rocket gun (no doubt Riley got it from Ed Wuncler the III) and made a Chuck Norris dummy explode. Apparently, it represented the way life functioned…weird, right? Thus, the students, including Mitsuki and I, whom watched the whole, sat there, with wide-eyes.

With the flames engulfing the Chuck Norris dummies in the background, Emo Dude stepped forward, his head downcast. "…And that is why life sucks…more like burns."

For what felt like hours of silence, all the students amongst the bleachers clapped ecstatically, cheers of encouragement erupted. Even the teacher was clapping like sum cray cray. I scratched my neck, confused as hell. Didn't he say that Riley couldn't blow things up? Weird.

The teacher stood on the bleachers, still clapping. "That…was beautiful. I felt the rawness, the emotion, the heat…"

I blinked, once again, confused. But all the two niggas did was made two dummies explode, and finished it off with a sentence. That was it. I would never understand this fucked up school. Hopelessly, I sighed and continued to listen the teacher. "That's it. You both are getting A+++"

I gawked. Wait, then if they got a note like for exploding life-size dolls, then it was guaranteed that Mitsuki and I were gonna get notes as that, or if possible, higher. Heh, perfect report card, here I come. I smiled. Unfortunately, that smile didn't last for long as Riley shot me a sad glance while walking back towards the bleachers. My heart dropped, the memories of the fiesta still fresh on my mind. God damn it Cindy, don't cry yo ass out again! Real thugs don't cry. Stay strong!

I blinked the tears away, and focused on the teacher. "Sorry, but that's going to be hard to beat. Tch, I feel bad for the poor fucks who're going to present next," he flipped through his clipboard, "…speaking of which, Cindy McPhearson and Mitsuki Moe, you're both up."

Mitsuki and I both got up and climbed down the bleachers, now on the grassy ground, facing the whole class. I darted a nod at my teammate, which she took it as her cue to plug her pink iPod to the iSpeaker and started the music in a high volume. As soon as the lyrics of the music came on, Mitsuki immediately scurried off and stood beside me and we both strictly shot up in a militant stance, arms placed behind our straight backs and our chins up in confidence.

tda,toumé, tda toumé, tsa,mtsa ka zéguedé taktak dzégué taktak

tda,toumé, tda toumé, tsa,mtsa ka zéguedé taktak dzégué taktak

Hands clapping and hips shaking, we both descended in a somewhat lazy squat position and danced, popping our left leg out with rhythm, then bringing it right back to how it was. We swayed back to a proper standing stance then we descended back to a squatting position, doing the popping, rhythmic motion with our right leg.

I smiled, relieved. Now, I understand why Jazmine loves dancing so much. I could just feel all my stress floating away in the air. Funny how I was forgetting about Riley, when he was sitting right before me, with his mouth gaping in shock, just like everyone else. Sustaining my giggles, I stole a glance of Mitsuki, quite impressed. Shit, when she said she knew how to dance, I didn't think she was this good. Damn, fo a school bitch, she aight.

On est là pour faire le show

est-ce que vous voulez chauffer

On est pour mettre l'ambience

est-ce que vous voulez danser

Synchronically, Mitsuki and I swayed to the left with a clap of a hand and a pop of a leg, our hips rolling into a clockwise motion. We did the same thing once we switched sides with a pivot of our heels and swayed to the right. God, I thank Zonnique for introducing me to Decale Gwada. Growing up with Zonni and her family from her mother's side, I had no choice but to learn the choreography of this bomb-ass African song, seeing as I'd always go to every one of their African festive parties. You name it, Nigerian, Angolan, Congolese…every one of them.

alez décalé-gwada sou,sou

ka décalé-gwada,décalé-gwada

décalé-gwada sou,sou, ka décalé-gwada sou,sou,mé

on va,décalé-gwada sou,sou ka décalé-gwada,décalé-gwada

décalé-gwada sou,sou

ka décalé-gwada sousoou,méé

We swayed back to a squatting position and shook our legs, along with our hips, whilst our hands cut the air, in a chop-chop fashion, yet slower and more exaggerated.

Shit. Mitsuki really surprised me. I taught her the dance in less than 15 minutes, and she was already dancing like how a real African would. With her bitchy princess persona, I assumed she was like those popular wannabes who say they could dance, but really couldn't. Tch, boy, was I wrong.

haa é saka maché doudou

hein,koba peti calin partou

é saka maché doudou

koba peti doudou

The majority of the male students wouldn't stop eyeballing us, never blinking. Hell, I could tell a line of drool seeping out of the corner of their mouths. Hahah, Riley's reaction was my favorite. His jaw was practically touching the floor. He knew that I could dance; he just didn't think I'd know how to shake my goodies in a foreign way. He was getting turned on. Dat's fo'sho. Half of me was still highly upset of what he did back in the party, while the other part was enjoying his reaction.

The teacher was just waving his arms to the beat, clearly enjoying the music, if his smile was any spoiler.

I smiled at that. A+++, Here I come. The music suddenly stopped; abruptly making the both of us stop our choreography. Huffing and puffing, from the constant dancing, Mitsuki checked the iSpeaker. She turned to me, displeased. "Ugh, my iPod ran out of juice, sorry."

I tilted my head, not used to hearing her sincerely apologize. Most of the damn time, she'd say that, in mock or sarcasm, when she completely ruins my day. Wow. I seriously couldn't wait for class to end, be'cuz nice Mitsuki was beyond scary. Even for me. "Euh…it's okay?"

The teacher walked to the both of us, placing his hands on our shoulders. "Girls, great job. You deserve A+++." He pivoted on his heel and faced the other students. "Class is dismissed."

Everyone dispersed elsewhere on the plain field to grab their gym bags and headed for school, on their merry way to the gym change room. Finally, the end of the day. Too bad, I couldn't go home yet. I had to head out for work, KFC. I grabbed my gym back from the ground and gave Mitsuki a smile. "Yo Mitsuki, our choreography was off-the-chain."

Mitsuki flipped her blond hair and walked past me, not without twirling around to give me a nasty once-over, before heading inside school. "Tch, duh. I was part of your Gorilla choreography, thus I made it decent."

What da fuck? Just a minute ago, she was nice and manageable. I sighed, also heading inside. The bitchy Mitsuki was back. I would never understand how bitches' brains function, doe. I stopped my tracks as a few group of girls passed by, pointing and laughing at me. "The fuck y'all lookin' at?" I screamed back at them. However, instead of scammering like they were supposed to do, they stood still and continued making fun of me.

Weird. I have a baaad feelin' about dis.

I dunno, but I can just feel it. Hell, them hoes didn't even scurrying off when I screamed.

Hesitantly, I made a point to ignore them. Instead, I walked inside school and entered the girl's locker room, only to find more girls circling around the mirror. Whispers, laughs and gasps were cued amongst the crowd. Strangely, they brutally stopped as I took a step. They whipped their heads around, their eyes shamelessly mocking me. I could distinguish a few whispers from one of the giggling girls, but I ignored them. I pushed through the crowd and finally came face to face with a message written on the mirror.

All I could do was gape as horror etched on my face and read the message.

This just in. Looks like thugs can get down and dirty. Rumor has it our favorite blonde thug's hands aren't the only ones who are dirty. If it's true, then there's a test out there a few of you might not be able to pass. Does our not-so-clean C-Merph have an STD…? After all, she did lose her V-card to a cradle-robber in a cemetery.

Bisous Bisous my Woodcresters.

Jazmine

I sighed, "What do you think Cairo is gonna do in Woodcrest Academy?"

Teenagers exited the school's main entrance, bustling their way inside their designated rides. Teachers were smoking their weed and taking a swing of their vodkas around the corner of school, as usual. Yeah, they do that all the time. I'm surprised they still had their jobs. School was finally over, which explained why the majority of Woodcrest Academy students were leaving.

I was surprised. Time flied pretty fast. Just when I thought Monday was going to be dreading and long, it was surprisingly short, yet still dreading. I couldn't talk with Cindy because she'd keep avoiding Riley (which I should ask her later about that…) and Zonnique wanted to be alone, since she was still down in the dumps from her fiesta. Hiro was only in school on the morning, but not on the afternoon. And as for Riley, he was frustrated, and approaching a frustrated Riley was like hugging a ticking time bomb.

I was now cool with Caesar, but I couldn't talk about my fiesta night with Huey. For some reason, it just didn't feel…right. I don't know, blame my conscious.

So yeah, I was pretty much forever alone. Except now, I was with my hubby, Huey. We were currently walking around the Woodcrest streets, on our way to downtown. Since our day was pretty much boring, we decided to be productive and spent the rest of the day downtown. And boy, was I glad.

I needed to refresh my mind. I was still upset about my last argument with Dad. Ever since he found the photos, we had been arguing like crazy. His arguments with Mom were nothing compared to ours. Seriously, what the fuck was his problem with my relationship with Huey. He didn't have any problem with me hanging out with him, and taking a liking of him. His fucked up paranoia started right after his divorce with Mom.

Whatever it was, it better be handled. And fast! There was no way I was going to neither change schools nor stop seeing Huey.

"To be honest, I don't know," Huey shrugged, his eyes casually closed with his arms crossed behind his head. "That boy is filled with surprise. Especially when it comes to countering his enemies. He won't hesitate to strike us. Think as the type of Jedi tha-"

I stopped my tracks and deadpanned, "…Huey, this isn't Star Wars."

Huey opened an eye, "What? A black guy's not allowed to use a movie reference?"

"What? Got a problem with this mixed girl?" I countered, amused.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, I do."

I smiled, challenging him. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

Huey faced me, sporting his poker face. For some odd reason, I could sense a mischievous aura emitting from him. My mind barely stopped to think, when Huey grabbed me and carried me over the shoulder while he was walking down the street, nonchalantly, as if holding a girl was normal. By-passers were looking at us with their WTF faces. I don't blame them. I was holding one, as well. "A bad girl like you needs to be punished. Now behave."

I blushed, gawking. "No, put me down," I whined, playfulness apparent in my tone, as I childishly struggled out of his grasp. He held me tighter than before. "Put me down, big meanie."

"You need to be spanked," Huey mumbled, his free hand planted on my ass, teasingly stroking it. "…Now be a good girl."

At this point, my cheeks were flaming. You had no idea how much of a turn on Huey could be. I swear, ever since that faithful night at his place, my hormones had been going out of whack. Like, everything he'd do would automatically make me wet. His hand brushing against mines. His monotone voice. His poker face. His scowl. His habit of scratching his neck. Oh lawd. He was a freakin' sex god right now.

God Jazz…you're so delicious.

I squeaked as my eyes widened to the memory of his tongue eating my pu- muffin alive. My heartbeat dangerously accelerated. God, Huey stop turning me on so much. At this point, if he did one more wrong move, I was going to crack.

"Jazmine what did I say about you staying quiet and being a good girl?" he spanked my butt, then grabbed it and practically sucked the life out of it. "…You don't wanna be punished, do you?"

Okay.

That was it.

That wrong move he just did, made me crack.

You know how a few chapters ago; I wanted to do it with him at a right moment? Well, fuck that. Yes, I said the F word and damn it, I had a good damn reason to use it! I couldn't take this anymore. He was too fine for his own good. I had been holding it for TOO fucking long. Blame my sex dreams and my hormones. And my love for him, of course. Heh.

"Huey put me down please, I need to tell you a little secret," I squeaked, his hand was still on my butt, therefore heightening my hormones.

Huey continued walking while still carrying me over his shoulder. "…If I do, will you behave?"

I smirked devilishly, "…Depends."

Oblivious of my mischievous tone, Huey sighed in defeat. "Fine," he swiftly put me down, as I now stood on the sidewalk, shyly facing him. "What is your little secret?"

God, when I imagined myself, opening up to him, I thought it'd be less nerve-wracking and easy. But it was hard. He knew I was a freak, but at the same time, I wanted to keep it hidden. Undercover, I guess. I was just not used to expose it to him. You get it, right? If not, then…oh well.

I nervously fidgeted with my fingers, "I…I…" How the hell do you say to your boyfriend that you want him to sleep with you, without sounding like an easy, desperate, major freak?

Being the impatient one, Huey grumbled. "Jazz, make it quick. We don't have all day."

"I..I…" Shit. I knew I should've google'd on how to tell your boyfriend that you want to fuck. Now, I look like a stuttering idiot. Oh, wait. I was one. My face darkened in crimson. "I…I."

"Say it."

"…But it's embarrassing."

Huey held the bridge of his nose, with a sigh. "Just. Say. It."

Like a child who refused to eat her veggies, I shook my head. "No. I don't wanna say it anymore."

"Jazmine Elizabeth DuBois," he grabbed my shoulders and violently shook me, "What is it that you're trying to tell me?"

I forcedly closed my eyes as I took a deep breath, "FINE, I WAS TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME. SENSELESSLY. LOVINGLY. I DON'T CARE. I JUST WANT YOU TO SHOW ME THE LOVE AND LUST THAT YOU HAVE FOR ME!"

It suddenly got quiet.

Too quiet. Was Huey still here? Wait; of course he was still here. I could feel his hands on both my shoulders. Though, they were losing grip, as a matter of fact, they completely let go of my shoulders, almost lifelessly too. Man, I probably sounded like some hungry, thirsty ratchet that you'd see on YouTube. Why didn't I say something sweet yet, like this: Take me home and I'll show how a bad girl acts. Or even this: Punish me, Daddy Huey. Wait. No. They both don't sound sweet at all. But they were still better than what I had previously said.

I finally willed my eyes open.

And now, I wish I hadn't.

Huey stood in front of me, showing no emotions, whatsoever. His face was blank. Not his usual poker face. But blank, like a white sheet of paper. I couldn't even tell the type of aura it radiated, because there was none. Yup, I probably sounded like a thirsty ratchet. Must've shocked him real bad. And to make matters even worse, it turned out we had a crowd, since our conversation attracted their attention. And now they were looking at me with wide-eyes and mouths agape.

"…"

"…"

Indeed, this was awkward.

"I h-have a Science homework to do," I peeped, robotically.

Huey's demeanor was still blank, "Jazmine, we don't have a Science homework."

I dropped everything and ran with a squeak, not daring to turn back. Damn, why must I be the worst liar? And the worst talker?

Riley

It was finally the end of the day. Yup, we survived Monday. Well, not in my case, no thanks to my argument with Cindy. I swear, that girl be fast as a ninja. I tried speaking with her at school, but she'd slip away in another classroom or hallway. In Art Class, I couldn't even speak with her, cuz she wasn't there. The teacher claimed she had some technical issues to handle with the vice principal, but I smelt bullshit. No doubt she made the bitch-ass vice-principal excuse her absence.

Tch…I gotta remember to blackmail him later.

Anyway, I was in my Lambo with Hiro and Caesar. Since my gay-ass brother went off for downtown with Jazz, I decided to chill with them since it'd been too long. And for other reasons, well…yo homie right here still ain't got no driver's license, therefore I had to ask one of them to drive me. But, instead of driving me back home, they drove me to the last place I wanna go…Woodcrest's KFC. The place where Cindy worked at.

Determination settled in our eyes; Hiro and I shaped our hands into fists. We moved our fists up and down. "Rock…Paper…Scissors!" On the third count, we both made gestures.

I pulled out a paper, as in; I pulled out a flat, open hand.

On the other hand, Hiro pulled out a picture of a toilet from his iPhone. Da fuck?

Watching from the backseat, Caesar tilted his head in confusion. "Da fuck?"

Hiro shrugged, "What?"

I slapped his hand away, "Nigga, wha' chu mean 'what'?"

"Well, a toilet obviously beats paper," Hiro explained, in a tone that inquired I was a dumbass for not realizing his theory. Well, who would understand his theory? Tch.

I shot Hiro a look, "Da fuck's with da toilet?"

Once again, he shrugged, without a care in the world. "What? I thought we can be whatever we want."

"…Nigga, it's either ROCK, PAPER, or SCISSORS."

"…Then where da damn rule book, huh? Where it at?"

"…"

Hiro wore a smug look, "That's what I thought."

I sucked on my teeth and got out of ma parked car with a slam of the door. Hiro and I had decided to do a rock-paper-scissors match to see if we should really go to KFC. Tch, as yall could see, we gotta get in there, despite my protest. I just don't wanna deal with another argument with Cindy. Not until I have proof that I didn't purposely cheat.

Hiro and Caesar unbuckled their seatbelts and got out of the car with a firm shut of the door. "Nigga, what's up with ya? Are ya having a fight with Cindy?" Caesar asked, following us inside KFC.

"Yeah, man. I didn't see you two together this morning," Hiro added as the three of us waited in line to order food. As usual, this place was filled with them bitches from school, whom were eating chicken like pigs. Shit. I was already used to their bitchy attitude, but I still ain't used to their grotesque eating habit. I shrugged, trying to not show Hiro and Caesar my sadness. Real niggas don't show emotions. Showing emotions was just, I dunno, gay.

"Yeah," I answered, in a tone that I wasn't going to get deep into details. Fortunately, Hiro seemed to notice that, as he sighed. I wanna keep this little fight between Cindy and me. I didn't wanna get everybody involved in our business, especially Jazmine and her big-mouth. Nobody knows the reason to our argument and we both wanted to keep it that way.

Hiro placed a hand on my shoulder, "Look, I don't know why y'all are in a spat, but you gotta straighten things up with her, talk and fix it. The longer you both keep this on, the worse it'll get. Trust me." I nodded, taking in the useful information and silently nodding thanks to the Japanese, until I realized something.

"Nigga, get yo hand off my shoulder," I swatted his hand off my shoulder, not without sucking on my teeth. "Look at you…Actin' all faggot and shit."

At that mumbled, Caesar laughed and Hiro deadpanned. "Remind me to never give you tips again," Hiro said and turned back to the line.

As we finally reached the front, we ended up facing Cindy who was on the other side of the counter, behind the cash register, with her work uniform. Yup, just like I've predicted, she was working today. This was awkward, though Cindy did a good job of hiding it. Hell, she sported a polite smile. But there was something about that smile. It seemed fake, angry and sad. Oh-uh. "What would y'all like to order today?"

Caesar loudly pondered, a finger tapping on his chin. "Hm, I wanna have a family bucket size of popcorn chicken with sum fries and cok-" The boy didn't even have time to finish his sentence when Cindy pulled out a soda hose and sprayed me with soda. Her previous polite smile slowly descended into a furious, devastated frown.

Everyone in the restaurant, including the employees and Hiro and Caesar, just stood there, bug-eyed. They watched the event, not knowing how to react, if their confused gaped mouths were any indications. Being their nosy-ass selves, the students from Woodcrest flipped their cellphones out and filmed the whole thing.

Obviously, I didn't pay attention to their nosiness since I was concentrated on glaring daggers at Cindy. I get that she still mad, still thinking I cheated on her (when it wasn't on purpose), but DAMN! Now she was going over the line. "Da fuck Cindy? Okay, now you's just goin' too far!"

She threw the soda hose to the side, and then she vaulted on the other side of the counter, no longer standing behind the cash register and now marching towards me. "EXCUSE ME? I was the one going over da line…? NIGGA, IT'S YOU!" she threw an accusatory finger at me, tears ready to burst out. "HOW COULD YOU?!"

I blinked, shocked. Now I was getting hell mad of this charade. "FOR LIKE DA BILLIONTH TIME, I DIDN'T CHEAT ON YOU ON PURPOSE! SOME BITCH-ASS HOE SPIKED MY DRINK AND TOOK A PIECE O' REEZY!" I bellowed, throwing my arms in the air, frustrated as hell.

She darkly snorted in disbelief. "IT AIN'T EVEN ABOUT DAT ANYMO'! HOW COULD YOU TELL MITSUKI ABOUT THAT! ABOUT ME GETTING MY V-CARD STOLEN FROM A RAPIST?!"

My eyes widened, "Wait, what? I didn't say nothin' about dat to anyo-"

"BULLSHIT! You told Mitsuki or sum otha bitch. Because of you, the whole school KNOWS! DA WHOLE FUCKIN' SCHOOL!" I tried to grab her wrist, but Cindy slapped me across the face and ran out of the restaurant.

I followed her out of the restaurant, ignoring the pain from the slap. No. No. No. This was not happening. I didn't do anything. I didn't cheat on her nor told everyone about her past. Somehow, we both ended up standing by the corner, where I had asked her out to be my girlfriend, 2 months ago. Her back was facing me, but I grabbed her shoulders, spun her and abruptly pushed her against the wall, her head still downcast and her eyes covered by her hands.

She sniffed, "L-leave me alone."

Her words stung deep, but being a stubborn one amongst the two, I pulled her hands away from her face, her red, puffy eyes looking through my eyes. Needless to say, the both of us were sad, angry, pissed and tired. "Cindy, you know I didn't pull that shit!"

Cindy narrowed her eyebrows, "But I only told," she sniffed mid-sentence, " – you about that. Only you. Not anyone else. Not even my Mom nor Jazmine. Please, just leave me alone."

I let go of her shoulders and watched her leave, her blond hair swaying through the soft wind. She abruptly stopped her steps and threw a glance, tears escaping from her blue oceanic eyes, before ongoing her walk. "Riley Freeman, leave me alone – permanently."

My jaw stiffened as I punched the wall of the corner – the corner where Cindy and I had started and ended our relationship.

Jazmine

It had taken me a better part of 30-45 minutes to run away from Huey. You don't know how hard it was, with my Jimmy Choo Heels and all; nonetheless I made it to my apartment. I huffed and puffed, still out of breath from that entire running. Shit, once the new school semester begins, I'm definitely going to start going to the gym. I pulled my keys out, plugged it in the keyhole, turned the doorknob clockwise and – voila, the door magically opened.

Okay, from now on, I'm going to try to keep my freakiness on the low, because seriously, now Huey probably thinks I'm thirsty. How the hell am I going to speak to him without feeling awkward? Sigh. I'm a mess, and this mess needs a good bubble bath. I kicked the door closed as I entered my apartment, taking off my heels.

I walked through the hallway and reached my living room, only to halt my tracks and tilt my head. My father and I may had been fighting a lot, but not to the point that he wouldn't tell me that him and Mom were now cool. He and my Mom were whispering amongst themselves, so engrossed in whatever they were saying, that they failed to notice my presence. I dumped my Hello Kitty school bag on the floor, its noise startling my parents.

Surprised, they noticed me and sheepishly chuckled, my Mom biting her lip and my father scratching his scalp. "Hey Mom and Dad. What's up?" I asked, waltzing in the kitchen and opening the fridge for a water bottle.

"Euh, your father and I have been talking about you actually," I heard my Mom say, as I closed my fridge and walked back in the living room, with my water bottle in hand. My mom and I may not be on good terms, due to her cheating, but we still talk. She's my mother and I'm her daughter. Nothing will change that.

I shrugged, saying nothing wrong about that. "Yeah, so?"

My father gulped, "Well, we have an announcement."

I rolled my eyes. Let me guess, he told Mom about how I rebelled and now they're planning a punishment for me. Tch. Typical, over-protective father. Sometimes, he's worrying for nothing.

"We were talking about how you've changed and decided to take matters into hand. So, we contacted someone that'd get your attention," Dad explained briefly, grabbing his suitcase.

Again, I rolled my eyes, but this time, I added a cynical snort. "Who may that be Dad?"

Right before he was going to stammer out an answer, we heard the front door open, along with heel clicks. I turned to my parents, my thumb jabbing to the direction of the door. "Euh, Dad, you didn't tell me we were having guests."

"He was planning on doing so."

I turned to the source of the feminine voice, face to face with a woman I've never seen in my life. Though, if she did appear once in my life, then how the hell did I miss her? She is beautiful. Her straight, reddish brown hair fell down to the smaller part of her back, her hands propped on her curvaceous hips. Her full, pink lips formed a breath-taking smirk, happiness illuminating her emerald eyes.

Wait. Her eyes. They…they look…just like mines.

"Hello, may I ask who you might be?" I asked, smiling politely.

Her smirk aggrandized into a friendly, mother-like smile. "My name is Anastasia Van Der Linden. I'm your real mother."

My smile died. I whipped my head to my parents, whom simply nodded. I looked at my mother, Sara, searching for any ounce of doubt in her eyes. All I could find was seriousness. I turned back to my supposed, real mother, Anastasia, also deciphering for any doubt. It turned out; only seriousness dominated her green irises.

I uttered the only words that came to mind.

"...Say what?"

Zonnique

I ringed the doorbell, rubbing my sleeves as my eyes momentarily wondered off, observing the surroundings. It seemed Hiro's house hadn't changed. It still looked the same as the last time I had come. His humongous house was still in its' top Japanese style and the cherry blossoms somehow continued to blossom, its' pink petals fluttering in the fresh autumn air. Indeed, it's beautiful. I smiled. I wonder how it'd be like to have a picnic here with the full moon. Surely, it'd be breath-taking.

"Ahem."

My eyes found its way to the front door, landing upon Mitsuki who looked unpleased to see me. Tch. Her unpleased of me? She should think about me, having to suffer with my eyes looking at her. Her ratchet-ness was catastrophe. Yes, I learned a new fancy word, catastrophe. I specially reserved it for her, when I tongue-tied in choosing appropriate adjectives in describing her.

She folded her arms, impatient. "What do you want, zulu? Can't you see I'm occupied with something important?"

I did a once-over. She was sporting pink pajamas, with a tub of chocolate ice-cream in hand, as her blond tresses were in a sloppy bun. I peeked over her shoulder, noticing her TV screen from afar, projecting some telelatino show. Oh wait, she was watching Rubi, wasn't she? "Right...watching Rubi while being a Powerpuff Girls pajamas is such an important occupation," I mumbled, "Puta estúpida con su pobre cabeza."

Mitsuki clicked her tongue, "Yeah yeah, don't mumble like I'm not here. I can slam the door on your face."

I rolled my eyes, defeatedly. God, I hate being polite to good for nothing putas - especially to those who ruined my friends' personal life. Yeah, I heard about the whole Cindy thing. Can't wait till school tomorrow, a prank's waiting for her over-fucked ass. "Wait - don't slam the door, Mitsuki," I tried to sound desperate, but the tone just came plainly bored and monotone, just like Huey's. "Look, I came here to apologize to Hiro for making him get in trouble with his parents."

Mitsuki turned over her shoulder, taking a peek of her TV. It clear she wanted to get back on her show, but as usual, I don't care about her activities. "Why didn't you do that at school?"

"I had no time," I answered, once again, plainly. "In the morning, I had to hurry in school or else I would've been late and one more late slip for me, it's a hello to detention. And you already know me - detention and me don't mix. And plus, Hiro left school early, therefore I couldn't talk with him for the rest of the afternoon. And thus, I came here, wanting to talk with him." I added, not the least affected by Mitsuki's grunt of impatience.

Mitsuki slid to the side, her head cocking a bit to the door. "Yeah, yeah. Get inside before I change my mind - oh, and take off your shoes," she closed the door as I entered inside. She walked away and jumped back on the couch. "Dang, you talk a lot," she mumbled, around a mouthful of ice-cream, already engrossed on her soap-opera.

My shoes finally off, I put them to the side and took the short flight of stairs, which stood right before me. I took one more step, and I reached the second floor. If I could remember carefully, from last time, Hiro's bedroom should be on the far right.

And no ya freaks, me and Hiro didn't have sex in his room...yet.

I took a right, towards the end of the hallway, and I spotted a door that wasn't fully closed. I could distinguish a few hushed voices from the other side of the door. Two voices to be exact. One of them was Hiro's while the other one was feminine. The fuck, why was he talking to a woman in his room? I quickened my steps and opened the door.

I blinked, relief washing over me. Indeed, Hiro was in his room, talking to a woman, but they weren't doing anything. As a matter of fact, they stood in a good, safe distance. My boyfriend was sitting on the foot of his bed as the mysterious latter was sitting on the computer chair. All and all, I deemed this atmosphere safe. "Hiro, hey," I smiled to him, then did the same to the woman. "Hey."

She returned a polite smile, along with a wave, somewhat graceful. "Hello, you must be Zonnique."

I nodded, "Yes, has he been talking about me?"

"Actually yes. The boy wouldn't stop gushing about you," she gossiped, chuckling. I chuckled along, feeling my worry lower from 100 to 0 percent. I was still worried due to the Asian lady's attractiveness. Her onyx hair fell right to her well-formed butt, as for her attire, she wore an elegant black dress, that stopped right to her knees. She even got the dolly eyes. Too cute.

"Hey what's your name?" I asked with positivity, approaching her. She stood up, reaching the same height as me, 5'7 to be exact. Her dolly eyes held a sneaky glint, radiating a bad vibe. I stole a glance at Hiro, whom was quiet the whole time. The fuck? I turned back to the girl, her nice smile long gone.

"The names Miranda Liu, Hiro's fiancée."

I take that back. My worry just sprung back to 100 percent.

No. More like 130 percent.

Author's Note: Hm. Well, this was a good way to end a semester. Sarcasm was intended lol. Anyway, this would have totally been updated earlier, but let's face it, I'm one lazy poop. And besides, I've been on my tumblr, working on a little something-something (yes, it involves a fic of mines) and I've been socializing. If you have a tumblr and want to socialize and check out awesome pictures, click over to my profile for my Tumblr. Don't worry, I'll follow back :) Pinky promise.

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