Author's Note: ...Wow. It's indeed been a long time, my Fanfiction people. What? Like 6-7 months? My life has been very dark for the past 6 months. Yeah, all the things that I thought wouldn't happen to me, has actually happened to me. But I'm finally starting to see the light thanks to God :).
Anyway, this chapter was suppose to have everyone's POV, but of course, my tendency to write more than I should, got to me. This chapter already has almost 9000 words. Yup, y'all know I had to cut this into parts lol. So I'm very sorry if this chapter was't funny enough. I promise, as soon as the next chapter comes, I'll get my groove back.
Shout-outs:
stinkrulz: Wow, thanks :) Well my friend, this is just the beginning. The craziness isn't over :D!
Miquela Bailey: Yeah, don't worry, the story is far from over ;)
PoeticLover1996: Oh guurl (gives her high-five). Welcome to the club :D! I'm so happy that you gave this story a chance. I'm such a fan of high school stories, so I decided to write a funny one for my little Boondocks crew :) You thought the story is crazy? Pft, wait till you reach around chapter 40...Yes, it'll be 55 chapter-long story :D
DeadHead2016: Ahaha, omg, a friend of mines said the same thing when she read through Mitsuki's POV! Don't worry, I can rest assure you that her little 'kingdom' will soon be destroyed...just not now ahah xD! And I'm glad you like Ming, I was worried that y'all would already hate her because of how she's rude and evil in my other Boondocks story aha. And Uncle Ruckus will appear, very soon :D
Literatureaddict: Aha, don't worry. I hate Mitsuki too...and I'm the one who created her existence in the first place lol!
BossMan1: I know, I was the one who created the Bin Laden joke. I felt proud of myself when I read your comment, because I suck at doing Yo Momma jokes xD!
Guest: Unfortunately, Huey and Jazmine's sexy time is going to be on the next chapter, since I divided this chapter into two parts :( Sorry! But I'm glad you love the story tho :D
TheKittenAuthor: Uuu :'( I know what you mean. I re-read Caesar's POV and 90% of his POV consisted of sentences that Cairo would say. *Sigh* My bad. I'll fix the little whoopsie as soon as I can.
Mima Real: Huh :o! I'm actually confused. I don't get what you're saying brah :( Sorry!
4EyesBrownEyes: Well, gurl, I had to add Ming :D! She's part of the Boondocks universe, naa'mean? Every one else is gonna show up there: Uncle Ruckus, Butch Magnus, and all that jazz ;) Trust me, it'll be awesome! And how come you sick of asian chicks :(? They're all cute and innocent xD! And don't worry I will never discontinue this story, I can assure you THAT :)! Writing for this story is like my therapy to my life problems, I swear lol. Oh, and if you were sitting beside me, I would have taken you to some bakery for cookies :D!
Hueyfreemanrocksmyworld: HAhaha, yeah! My guy friend was the one who introduced me to that word. Now I can't stop saying BBC :') And yes, there'll be a fight between Cairo and Huey, just not in this chapter...and trust me, it'll be a memorable one ahah! And yes, things will get serious between Caez and Ming, it'll just take time. I don't want my Brooklyn boy to fall fast on a girl *especially like how it happened for Mitsuki...ugh*..so yeah :) And as for Riley and Cindy, well, you'll just have to wait for the next chapter for some answers. The suspense :D
Riley: Yo, bitch...just start the damn chapter already!
Joice: Nigga, whacchu say?
Riley: I SAID BI-
Joice: *throws a frying pan to his face*
Riley: OOWWWW!
Joice...that's what I thought. Now say the disclaimer, boy!
Riley: (who's seeing stars) Joice don't own...MY BALLS!
Joice: *bitchslaps him upside the head*
Riley: I mean, Boondocks.
Joice: Good boy *pats the unconscious boy on the head* Oh! And as for warning, there's nothing kinky nor violent going on...for the moment.
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Chapter 25: Lunch Time
High School Yearbook Quote #1: "I don't care what the white man say, Santa Claus is black."
-Unknown Black man
Cindy
I snuggled my face deeper into the fabric, taking in its intoxicating scent - Axe. I loved the scent. It smelt like warmth, protection and virility, all in one. It never stopped to keep me at bay. I dunno what the majority of the girls were talking about. They asserted the smell to be too strong and at times nauseous, when really, it was, once again, intoxicating and refreshing.
It seemed very familiar. I'd had a lot of guy friends back in Chicago, but none of them had this scent. As a matter of fact; I sniffed and took a whiff of it; it smelt like Riley.
Wait.
Riley!
I shot up wide awake and desperately searched my surrounding. I rubbed my eyes and observed once more. What do ya know? He actually listened to me and left me alone. I still remained on the school roof, all alone, lying on the bench, and according to the almost empty bottle of Ciroc, which was situated not far from where I was, it seemed I'd spent the morning here. I stretched my arms out and looked down as I felt some white fabric no longer covering me but falling to the ground, well, roof, but y'all know what I meant.
I groggily picked it up. A shirt? I sighed and shook my head. That boy just wouldn't give up. I told him to leave me alone, and yet he covered me with his shirt, likely to keep me warm. I didn't deserve his kindness. He couldn't get it through his mind that I wasn't right for him? I was a mess!
I folded it and tucked it inside my backpack as I swung it over my shoulder and stood up, on my way out of the school roof and back inside the establishment, climbing down the isolated spiral stairs to the second floor, flooded with bitch-ass ratchets and rich-ass bastards. Their presence was not helping the migraine at all. I was having trouble walking properly too. I groaned.
That goes to show ya how stupid I was to drink the whole bottle of booze, in school grounds, infested with school authorities and surveillance teams.
The pounding behind my head was killing me. I placed a hand on my forehead and my fingers attempted to soothe away the pain in no avail. I hissed as I walked further down the school hallway and took a sharp turn down another spiral staircase, now in the first floor. I'd kill for an Advil.
The hallways of the first floor were close to being empty; now that I thought about it, I think I slept through first, second and third period. It must be lunch break, or else why would the hallways smell like fried chicken - wait..?
I stopped my tracks and took a whiff of the smell, concluding that it was indeed the aroma of well-cooked chicken. Oh hell yeah, now this what I'm talkin' about! I proceeded walking further down to the cafeteria, though this time, I quickened my pace. There ain't no way I was going to ditch school, now that I know it was lunch time.
I barged through the grand cafeteria door and got straight to the American food isle, grabbing (in a very slick motion, if I must add) a tray from a kid - the dick-headed boy who stole my chicken back in the beginning of the school year.
"Hey, that was mine!" I heard him holler out, but I turned to give him a quick death glare.
"And so was ma chicken, da one you oh-so-stupidly stole from me!"
He sweat-dropped, "Oh come on, you're still on that?!"
"Hey! Dat chicken looked finger-lickin' beautiful!" I threw a threatening finger at him. "Don't mess with ma chicken again! You wouldn't want me to repeat dat beat down, would ya?"
He gulped, the memory of his ass getting kicked hard dawned on him as he seemed to turn green, almost ready to make a mad dash for a nearby garbage can. "Please, not that again. I'm not ready to die yet; I've never gotten laid." No shit Sherlock. "Who in this world, wants to die as a virgin?!"
I rolled my eyes, which somewhat didn't help ease the pounding sensation from my headache. He was being so melodramatic about this. It ain't like the boy was never gonna see the sun again if I punched him on the face; then again, when I'd last beat his ass up, he ended up in a coma for almost 2 months, which explained why he was absent after the first day of school.
"Look, just..." I trailed off. I did hand gestures as I tried to find the right words to tell him off. At this point, I just wanted an Advil and sum chicken. I ain't got time for his weak ass. "...Just shoo, kay?"
He didn't need to be told twice; he just ran off fast like he about to get eaten by Godzilla or something. I resumed my walk to the American food aisle and waited behind a line of people. That dick-headed boy might'd been annoying, but it was nice talking to him, well more like threatening him. It gave me that sense of power I felt when I first entered WA.
At the beginning of the year, people knew not to play with me and they took me seriously. They feared of me, but with respect, get my drift? But now, after someone had exposed me, I felt naked in everyone's stare. They no longer took me seriously. I hated that. I'd lost my credibility.
Suddenly, goose bumps crawled onto my skin, the hair of my neck perked up and shivers climbed on my spine. I kept my ground and continued to wait for the line to move, the students' eagle eyes provoking my patience. Here we go again. I heard snippets of them whispering, my name non-subtly mentioned in their whispers.
"She finally had the guts to show up?"
"If I was in her shoes, I'd be hiding in a hole and never come out."
"What a whore. She's probably looking for another grown-up to fuck with. She already got the assistant principal practically around her finger. What? How do you think she managed to skip class without any consequences?"
That last comment got to me, hard, and not in the slightest good way. You had no idea how much my fists were shaking to bust the chicks out cold. This had gone long enough. I'd been doing nothing but being a damn pussy and letting my past and the student body get to me, and it had to stop.
Now that they know about my rape, they thought they had the right to open their salty mouths and spread rumors about me that weren't even one bit close to being true. My head was spinning with words that had been whispered in front of me. I stared down on my feet.
For one, I wasn't doing shit with the damn school assistant principal, I was blackmailing him into letting me cut classes. Which reminds me, I had to find another secret he's got, if I was going to use it against him and keep blackmailing him into letting me do whatever I want.
Second; I am not a hoe and y'all should know damn well, I ain't ever gonna end up as one. That was Mitsuki's job, not mines. This rumor was destroying my reputation. I normally didn't give a shit about titles and whatnot, but being entitled as a hoe was like receiving a bitch-slap from soft-ass Drake; as in beyond insulting!
And last; I was going to get revenge on the person who started this rumor. My heart just couldn't settle on Riley being the culprit. It didn't seem like his type to run his mouth like that. I was initially too mad to believe him of not telling everyone about my rape, but now that I look back in the past, when he'd always try to reach me out with his crestfallen expression, I just knew it couldn't be his doing.
All of this gossip was screaming Mitsuki's name. And I'd be stupid to ignore the obvious. I was going to destroy her, starting…later. Y'all actually thought I was gonna do it now? Sike. There was a tray of 23 fried chicken drumsticks waiting ahead of me and I was hungry as hell.
Shoot, I'd be stupid to commence my revenge plan on an empty stomach. And did I forget to mention I had a bottle of Advil to find? Or that I had a shirt to return to a certain Freeman?
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Hiro
"Watashi no musuko," my mother began strictly. "I won't tolerate any more of your relation with that mixed girl; you're soon going to be engaged to Miranda Liu and that is the key to expanding our organization and our wealth. Your engagement is what ties us and the Lius into the delicate web of reciprocity. I'm not granting you any leeway if you violate the terms of our alliance with them."
I kicked a rock and kept my stare on both of my feet. I refused to look at my mother in the eye, or else, I might end up saying something that'd get me kicked out into the curb. I felt her dark gaze of contempt boring a hole on my back, but I didn't give a fuck. I didn't had great relation with this woman; she wasn't even my real mother, but my stepmother who'd wormed her way into my father's life with her biological daughter, Mitsuki.
"You'd rather have me marry someone I don't even love, for money?" I mumbled out a question and as an answer, she grabbed hold of my shoulders and forced me to turn around and properly face her.
I was met by her fake smile, meaning the paparazzi was now circling us and taking pictures. It was like her to pretend to be the perfect Mom, for the sake of her clothing line's reputation. "No, I'd rather sell your soul for money."
I bit my tongue from saying anything witty and sarcastic. Saying something would only make this conversation last longer as it was and I wanted to get away from this bitch as soon as possible. Mitsuki definitely got her wickedness from her. I made a motion to move past okaansan and go to school, but her index finger darted out to stop me. It was in front of my eyes. It nearly made me jump out of my skin.
I swear, she better be careful where she was pointing her finger out. Its French nail looked about ready to poke me out in the eye. I was trapped between her and her nail, and now, she grabbed the sleeve of my school uniform shirt and pulled me in an uncomfortable hug. "Now be a good boy for the camera and smile or don't come home," she threatened and it unnerved me. Her words came through one ear and left through the other.
My mind kept spinning around Zonnique. Two weeks had passed after our break-up or should I say, our pause, and it was killing me. I hadn't seen her in school for days and I was worried. What if something happened to her? Then, it'd be my fault for failing her. I suddenly felt sharp nails grabbing my chin and jerking my head up to face the sea of flashes and cameramen.
"I said smile to the camera," she repeated with a fake smile. I remained emotionless, nonetheless.
"No."
She brutally pushed me away and waved me off, "You know what, just to go school."
"Finally bitch," I murmured under my breath. It was about time. I was already late as it is. I missed today's morning periods because of the CNN interview I had to do with Miranda to officialize our engagement. It was painful to be under the watch of millions of people and lie. When I told them about the laughs we shared, the tears we shed and the smiles we gave; I was really thinking about the times I'd spent with Zonnique. Not Miranda.
A few steps later, I finally reached inside WA and was now standing in the middle of the school entrance hall, taking in the second semester feel. The classic second semester was there. From the far end of the room, I could decipher a group of students bustling themselves to the bulletin board, likely to see if they'd pass the semester exams or not.
Ha, I don't know why they wanna do that. I'd take cover, to be honest. I mean, just think about it, the bulletin board showcased all of the students' names along their notes, therefore anyone can see if they failed. And ya know what's the most fucked up part? The school actually didn't hold pity and had the time to highlight in bold red the marks of those who failed very badly.
I walked past the bulletin board and headed further down the hallway that'd take me to my locker. I took the tests but I ain't gonna check the bulletin board for my marks. I know damn well I'd passed. I snorted. I'm Asian for crying sake. I reached my destination and with a few clockwise turn of my lock, I opened my locker and dumped my backpack inside.
I paused for a minute and checked my timetable. Let's see. I got Study Hall on fourth period, English Literature on fifth period and World History on sixth period. Okay, this wasn't a bad start for the second semester. I could go through this day. This chigga can do it. I sniffed the air. And plus, I hadn't eaten anything today with my busy morning schedule, but that can be fixed, now that it was lunch break.
I closed my locker and proceeded to the cafeteria, then stopped my tracks as soon as I bumped into someone. I didn't lose balance and glanced down at the person, shocked to see her. "Ze?" I was so worried about her wellbeing. "You finally came back to school."
She slowly looked up and what I saw broke my heart. She wasn't the same as the last time I'd seen her. Her eyes used to be filled with life, but now it was sombre. Hidden bags sat under her eyes; maybe nobody else hadn't noticed it, but I knew better. We grew up together, so I know when there was something wrong with her. "Yeah, um, I just wanted a break from Mitsuki and you know, our issue, but now, I'm fine."
Who was she trying to kid here? "Stop lying."
"I'm not lying. I'm happy...for you anyways." Her eyes grew more somber than before. "Congratulations on your upcoming marriage." She shouldered past me. I turned and grabbed for her wrist, but she swatted my hand away from her; all that while keeping her attention away from me.
This was killing me. It was like her soul was decaying beneath my grasp and all I could do was watch.
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Mitsuki
I sashayed along the marble floors of the cafeteria, the spiral, long curls of my hair bouncing to the movement as they flew through the faint breeze that came from a nearby window. I swung a few curls back over my shoulder and fluttered my eyelashes, before taking my order to the barista.
"I'd like a tall, tea lemonade, sweetened and shakened please and thank you." The barista nodded her head, and went to the backroom to prepare my drink. I tapped my French nails against the metallic counter and leaned against it, waiting.
Jealous that this school got a mini Starbucks joint? Well, you all should because we do, no thanks to me. It'd taken a lot from me to convince the school principal into accepting my suggestion, but I'd succeeded. The price wasn't that hefty; indeed, I had to give him sexual and financial services, but it wasn't like I had never done it before - one of the many sacrifices of being the school princess.
In a presto, the barista came back with my drink and a customer-friendly smile. "That'll be $7.50. Will that be cash, credit or debit?" she asked and I pulled out a 100 dollar bill.
"Cash and keep the change," I said and grabbed my order and sipped it, deeming the drink perfect.
Bewildered, the barista looked down at the change then back at me. "B-but, there's still $92,50!" I snorted. Like, as if it was a big amount for me. The majority of my stuff were worth triple than how much this peasant was worth.
I waved my change off. "Then get yourself a new wardrobe with that money, because honey," I trailed off and did an intimidating once-over. "...You're a fashion disaster." I twirled on the heel of my feet and pushed my weight off the counter, sashaying away with my tea lemonade in hand, and a smile quirked up as soon as I heard the barista's cries from afar.
Today was certainly going to be a good day. I didn't see any sign of that half-guru nor my annoying brother. Wait. Hm, speaking of which, he should be out of that CNN interview by now with haha. It seemed like common sense had finally hit him upside the head; he was taking his duty seriously. For a minute there, I'd thought he was going to ruin everything we'd work hard for.
He was the only one that could propel our wealth further with his engagement. If he ruined that, then it'd be over for all of us and I'd have to kiss goodbye to my power in this school and to my Prada stash. I couldn't let that happen; I need this wealth, without it, I was nothing. Just plain old, Mitsuki.
I was so caught up in my thinking, I didn't realize I was no longer in the cafeteria, but in the school hallway. I took a sip of my pink tea lemonade. There was nothing to do today. I could bother Jazmine or Cindy, but there was no sign of them. Same thing with guru chick, I don't even think she was here in school today, seeing as she hadn't been here for almost two weeks. I could try to flirt with the Freeman Bros, they were still my property, and it had been a while since I'd done so.
Speaking of the Devil, Huey was walking through the same hallway as I was, just up ahead. I fluttered my eyes and winked at the delicious piece of meat. "Hey Huey," I blew kisses.
He passed by, not even sparing me a glance. "Not today Mitsuki, it's too soon for me to have a headache." I watched him from behind take a right turn down to another hallway. My mouth hung slightly open and my eyebrows narrowed. Did I just get rejected? What the fuck just happened?
"Yeah, you just got rejected."
I jumped to the voice and swiftly turned around to Dewey who leaned against a nearby locker, both his toned arms folded like the know-it-all he was. His glasses were slightly loose on the bridge of his nose, giving him off a nice, attractive look. I tried very hard to glare, and not look at his quite toned arms. He had to choose today to push his sleeves up.
Embarrassment struck both my cheeks. "W-what? W-what are you talking about?" I spluttered. "H-he didn't reject me. H-he just had far more important matters to handle and obviously didn't have time to chit-chat with me."
He typed away on his phone and turned it towards me, showing me the page of...dictionary with the definition of rejection. "Rejection: [ri-jek-shuh n] a noun that is: an act or process of rejection. It is also the state of being rejected."
I gasped then grabbed his phone. "Give me that," I threw it on the side, which smashed into pieces as soon as it hit against a locker and crumbled to the floor. I smiled back to him, innocently. "Oops."
He shrugged, remaining the same nonchalant, not even flinching to the sight of his broken possession. "So, I have plenty of other phones. One of the perks of being wealthy." The corner of his mouth immediately twitched upward at the same time mines twitched downward.
I growled. I seemed to never win when it comes to provoking him. He was impossible to anger. Everything I do made him laugh. Internally, I couldn't even feel mad about it; his laughs were growing on me. The day I'd say that aloud would be when hell would freeze. Meaning, never.
Then again, everything about him grew on me. Especially his habit of pushing his glasses against the bridge of his nose. "Oh, so you're a rich kid too. Who are your parents?" I asked, sipping on my Starbucks tea.
He shrugged, "Oh, now you're taking interest in me?"
"Hm, more like not, but think how you like," I walked away from him, simultaneously dumping the remaining content in the nearest garbage can. I wasn't interested in him, but more interested in his background, his social status. I needed to know with who I was dealing with. So far, all I know was his name and age.
He caught up to me, ever so coolly. Ugh. Even the way he runs is dashing. "If you must know, I happen to be the son of a famous lawyer, who owns every law firm in this state."
I nodded in the information. He wasn't at the top of the rich ladder like the other students of this school, but more like at the middle. He still rich though, that still counts for something in my book. "I see..." I thought out loud. "You don't have friends, do you? I mean, you keep stalking me."
Another mocking laugh from yours truly. "I thought you liked the attention?"
"Oh please, this is more like harassment. I could file you a restraining order if I want."
I didn't know where we were going, but at this point, it seemed we were casually strolling through the first floor hallways. In lunch hour, I'd hang out with Brittany, but I'd lost touch of her. It was like she poofed from existence after her little brawl with Zonnique. That reminds me; I gotta get guru chick for doing that... but how?
"But you didn't; therefore you like having me around," he smirked and I failed to glower. Him and his stupid charm.
"Keep telling yourself that," I rolled my eyes. "But seriously, don't you have friends in this school? Someone to pester with?"
We were now standing in front of the bulletin board, in the school's main entryway. How we got here? I don't know. Believe me, this would've been the last place for me go. I didn't even take the damn exams. I didn't need to; I already got the school principal wrapped around my finger.
Anyway; Dewey seemed interested in the school bulletin, surely to know what he got on his test, for his eyes searched for his name. The corner of his mouth turned upward. That could only mean one thing; he passed with flying colours. "I actually have a cousin in this school."
That peeked my interest. "Oh, really?"
He nodded, turning to face me as his shoulder leaned against the bulletin board. "Yes, you know her."
This was a first. I didn't know who he was talking about - and that was not normal. I knew everyone and everyone knew me. I Being the school queen b, I had to investigate every one of the students to know every one of their personal infos and a few times I'd had to go as far as read through their files, only when they retaliated. Like the three fugly musquateers. I went through their files and read every one of their secrets. Would I use it against them. Yes, in the near future.
But let's focus on the problem at hand; Dewey's mysterious cousin. "I know her..." I cogitated, repeating what he'd said. "I don't ever remember talking to someone who looks like you."
He laughed, "Like she'd look like this. Only I can have this type of beauty." He gestured to himself, still laughing, but he calmed down as his eyes were no longer focused on me but on someone who was behind me. "As a matter of fact, there's my cousin." She must be good-looking and impeccably intelligent, with how Dewey is. She could be a good addition to my entourage. I turned around as my high expectations of her were plummeted to the ground by disappointment.
Seriously? Out of all the people in the world, she had to be his cousin. "Zulu Girl?!"
She rolled her eyes, visibly having an inner battle with herself, whether it was worth the trouble to smart-mouth me. Intelligently, she avoided the battle and walked past me, though now stopping and facing Dewey. "Yo Dewey, Mom texted me and wanted to know if you want a king bed or a twin bed for your guest room?"
Dewey blew air, pondering for a while. "Tell Aunt Pandora I want a king bed. I mean, I'll need a big bed if I'm going to bring over some honeys," he winked at Zonnique, clearly loving her disgusted face.
"Ew, gross. I didn't need to know that."
I quietly stood by, making it seem like I wasn't paying attention, when it was the opposite. Why would Mrs. Itzel care about Dewey's bed? Unless...they live together. Oh my freaking god...they really are cousins. I snuck a peek at Dewey, then Zonnique, and then back at Dewey. How was that possible. They look nothing like each other. Was Dewey even African or Latino? "So...you guys are related?" I didn't care if they realized I was listening to their conversation. I was beyond confused by this.
They both nodded, though Dewey's nod was more affirmative whereas Zonnique's was hesitant, like for me to know was a bad thing. Which it was. This information could be useful for future references. "Well, yeah, we're cousins. Blood cousins," he pulled her to him and ruffled her head, gaining a hit and an aggravated huff from her.
She pulled away from him with a suck of her teeth. "Dude, not the hair. Shit, what's with everyone ruffling my hair."
Dewey shrugged. "Stop complaining like it's a wig."
I cocked my head, confused as ever. The fuck? "But her mother's African and her father's Latino." I pointed towards Zonnique. Dewey laughed - the hell was he laughing for? What? My hair's messy? I hand-combed through my beloved curls. it better not. I just got it all curled to perfection this morning.
"Oh, you probably don't know this, but my mother is Zonnique's Mom's sister."
I widened my eyes, information finally sinking into my brain. Oh, that makes sense. "...Oh...I get it."
"Bout time," Zonnique mumbled and shouldered past me, leaving the premise. I watched her leaving back. I was far from done with her. I wanted to teach her a lesson for messing with one of my girls. And I know just how.
I looked at Dewey, smirking to myself.
He's perfect for my next plan.
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Jazmine
I huffed and puffed, letting myself fall slowly to the ground, as I welcomed the hardwood floor's cold touch.
You know that pain you get on your hips, tighs and legs from dancing too much? Well, I have it, and I'm loving it.
For the past few hours, I'd been in the school dance room, practicing for the school talent show. I was ready for it, like a long time ago, when we were suppose to have it. Did you know the talent show was supposed to be held a few months ago, around the month of September? And now, we're like at the beginning of November? Care to get an explanation? Well, little miss Queen B wasn't ready so she somehow persuaded the school principal into suspending the event until further notice.
Though, there's been a rumor that's going to happen in the next two weeks. Finally.
I picked myself up from the floor and dragged my tired feet across the room. I flicked the light switch off, and was met by the room's darkness. A quick shiver ran on my spine. When you close the light, don't you always get that feeling that some monster, like boogieman or the big-green monster from that Movie, Monster. Inc, will appear? No? I'm the only one, am I?
Okay.
I'll shut up then.
I opened the door, welcomed by the school hallway's lights, and left the room, with a quick shut of the door. I may be sweaty and sticky, but I feel sexy. It's like exercising, you know you look like crap from running laps, but the loss of weight and laziness gives you a boost of confidence and power, like you're the queen who dominates the world, like Beyonce. I smiled to myself. I'm going to be using one of her songs for the talent show. I'd tell you which one, but I'd rather not. I am not one to ruin a surprise. You all are just going to have to find out at the day of the talent show.
I felt my phone buzz from my yoga sweat pocket. I pulled it out and checked the message icon. I jumped in spite of happiness. I immediately checked my message box, scrolling past my Dad's texts, which I didn't read and planned not to for a while, and clicked on Huey's text.
My Hubby: Where are you?
I messaged him back.
Jazmine: In your head, giving you nightmares lol.
Not even a second past and I already got a message back from him. I tell you, most guys would take forever to text back when they have their phones all times, 24/7. But Huey's obviously not doing that, to me anyway, cause he got it bad for me. He just won't admit. But I plan to make him admit it, sooner or later. Heh.
My Hubby: You've already been there and you've already done that. Now, where are you?
Jazmine: Why?
My Hubby: Just tell me where you are?
Jazmine: No, tell me where you are.
My Hubby: Jazmine.
I giggled to myself. I could already imagine him lowering his head while grabbing the bridge of his nose. I love picking on him, his reactions make all the trouble worth it. My eyes scanned the school hallway, I wanted to make sure I was not going to walk to the wall or fall down the stairs by accident, like last time. Let's just say I got a very long lecture from my Dad and Huey for not paying attention to my surroundings and blablabla. In my defense, I was reading a very funny Kevin Hart meme photo. It's impossible to not read one.
Jazmine: Tell me where you are first.
My Hubby: In the car.
I scrunched my face, out of confusion. What the heck is he doing in the car?
Jazmine: Why?
My Hubby: Just tell me where you are.
Jazmine: ...Or nah.
My Hubby: Please, for all of our wellbeing, never say that again. I ban you from saying that.
I laughed out loud as I could already hear Huey's hopeless sigh. I tell you, other than Riley, nobody else can piss Huey better than I. I was just about to take a right turn to another hallway, but I stopped and backtracked as I spotted a certain blonde walking away from the cafeteria. She threw a chicken bone away, careless of where it fell. Judging from how clean that chicken bone was, she must'd enjoy today's lunch menu. Then again, who wouldn't? We have a freaking 5-star cuisine staff serving us international food!
I hadn't talk to her forever. She'd always hang out with Cairo. But I saw no sign of that fugly-ass so this was a chance to strike. "Cindy," I waved at her and gladly enough, she waved back and walked towards me, though she seemed mad. Wait, she is mad. She couldn't possibly be mad at me, right? Oh...wait. I did take her chicken behind her back, like a week ago. Oh my god, don't tell me she found out.
"Jazmine," she growled. Oh my god. She knows. Was it too late for me to plan an unexpected flight in...actually anywhere but here? "I'm gonna kill-"
I lifted arms up, high enough to cover my face. "I'm not ready to die! I'm sorry I stole your chicken, ok! It looked delicious and I couldn't resis-"
Cindy placed a hand over my mouth, my words turned into faint muffles. "Hold it hun, I ain't mad at you...and I already know you stole my chicken, by the way."
I turned my head to her so fast, that I could've cracked my neck. But I didn't. "Really? But how?"
She deadpanned, "Your stealing ain't slick. Period." Sheesh. I'm sorry I'm not some skilled robbing fugitive. Somebody here didn't get laid in a while. I brushed off her attitude and focused on the matter.
"It still doesn't explain why you're upset."
She grabbed her hair and growled, like she was going on a killing rampage in matter of seconds. I'd hate to be the person who upsetted her. "God, I fuckin' hate that bitch. Girl is the reason why my school year been nothing but a bust." I rubbed her back, just to bring her the only comfort I could give at the moment."
"Cindy, it'll be fine," I assured, confident she can get through this rough patch.
She softly shrugged my hand off. "You don't get it. That thot practically exposed my secret to the whole school and everything's been going downhill from there."
"You mean...the rumor wasn't a lie-"
"I was raped as a young girl."
My hands covered my mouth, "Oh my god, Cindy..."
I stood still...and realization suddenly punched me square on the face. Her break-up with Riley. Her change of attitude. Her constant skipping. The student body's mocking. It all made sense now. She was grieving this whole time. Alone. I hadn't been there for her at her hardest time. I felt horrible. I should've ran to her as soon as the rumor came up. But I didn't. I assumed it wasn't true and I just focused on my own problems. I let my stubborn ignorance blind me.
I was the worst friend. Ever.
I should've been there for her.
"Cindy," I immediately hugged her, "I'm so sorry for not being there for you. I'm the worst friend ever. You're suffering because of me! I should've noticed from the start tha-"
Cindy smoothly pulled me away. "Jazmine, it's not your fault. You didn't know this happened to me. I kept this secret from you and everyone else because I didn't want y'all to get involved into this. And I thought I could get through this alone with therapy but..."
I cut her off with another tight hug. "Cindy, you're not alone. We're here for you. Remeber that."
I wasn't going to leave her in the dark anymore. I'd been through the same thing. Years ago, when word got out my Mo- Sara was a whore, people took advantage of me, that included a group of high-school seniors who tried to gang-bang me. I'd been suffering in the dark for a long time and I do not want Cindy to go through the same process.
But first...I believe we have a bitch to take down.
I pulled away from Cindy and lightly slugged her shoulders. "Now, how do we destroy Mitsuki?"
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Huey
I deadpanned.
Jazmine: I gotta go handle something important. Cin and I finally going to plan a revenge on the bitch. Ttyl :)
It didn't take me long to guess that Jazmine wasn't going to be available for the rest of the day. I wanted to take her out for lunch, since it was currently lunch break - and I refuse to consume the school's toxin (in other words, their food) - but I guess that plan has been changed.
I slid my phone back into my pocket and got out of my - er, excuse me, Riley's vehicle. I was so used to driving his car, I keep forgetting that it was his and not mines. It'd make more sense if Granddad had bought him a car when he had the driver's permit. It wasn't like it mattered now. Riley's 16th birthday was coming up soon anyway and he planned on getting it then.
Let's just hope he won't cause mayhem on the road, he was bad enough in GTA IV.
With a slow pace, I moved about the school's parking lot, thinking to myself. You could easily find about a few groups of inappropriately dressed schoolgirls and schoolboys by the corner, smoking to themselves, or on the school steps, gossiping about God-knows-what. This would be my last year in this school...and I was content.
I tried to imagine myself spending another year in this academy. I really did, but all I could see was...blank. If they had bothered to respect their school policies, then it wouldn't have been so hard for them to reach the status of decency in my eyes.
I thought Edgar J. Hoover was bad, but Woodcrest Academy tops the cake.
And with Cairo's very persistent existence, it only made my school year harder to get by. His stunt back in English class was a good example of that statement. Now everywhere I go, people were constantly on my back, asking me if my BBC was truly smaller than Cairo's.
Don't the students have better things to do then worry about my genital area?
One of the school boys from the front steps turned to give me a derisive look as I neared them - I was only heading their way for the door and it just so happened to be right behind them.
He came over to me and slung an arm around my shoulders. "Hey, nice to you know that you have a BBC, Freeman!"
I glowered. "...Let me guess, you were in my English class, when I presented the poem, right?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Hm..." I swatted his arm off my shoulders and shouldered past him, my hand on the verge of opening the door. But he stopped me with a grab of my arm. Didn't he get even the slightest idea that I didn't want to waste another minute with him? I mustered up the best threathening look I could give him. "Yes?"
"Can you pull down your pants?"
I crinkled my nose. "...A big of a pardon?"
"Well, Cairo's been telling everyone that your dick can't hang past your hairy balls, and we want to see if it's true."
My eyebrow twitched as I stood in front of the boy, his range of friends surrounding us with a bit of interest on the ordeal. Oh, I was so going to kill him for this. He think he can just enroll into this school and spread a preposterous rumor about me? I mused, and managed to maintain a calm composure.
I don't plan on stooping to Cairo's level by going after him. It was what he'd want from me - a reaction of some sort. Ignoring his obscenities should get him to stop provoking me. I took a very deep breath. Remember Huey: Revolutionists can't kill people, or dump them in an abandoned island of the Indian Ocean...that's wrong...even though they deserve it. I meditated.
"I will not pull down my pants," I hissed.
The boy kept being annoyingly stubborn. "Then can I pull it for you?"
"No, you may not pull down my pants."
"...Are you sure? It'll only be for a second."
"Yeah, I wanna see your nuts," said one of his friends.
...No comment, I thought, turned my back on them and went straight for the door, until one of the boys opened his big mouth.
"He also said that he could fuck Jazmine better than you."
Oh, now Cairo fucking crossed the line. He thought the idea of being dumped in a remote island was bad. Oh, wait till I deal with him myself. "...Where's Cairo?"
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Caesar
"You have no idea man, she's so beautiful. Her attitude, her spunk, her fashion sense. She's..." I sighed lovingly, throwing my head back. "...perfect."
"...Nigga, you sound really gay."
I threw my head forward to properly face Riley. "Weren't you listening to me? I was talking about a girl, just a few seconds ago."
"And you still sound gay," he said flatly.
"Your face is gay."
He narrowed his eyes. "Faack you."
In the cafeteria, we were in our usual table as Riley and I were sitting across each other. I was just talking to him about Ming. I'd just met her not too long ago, in the general school office, and I was already falling for her. She was different from all the other girls I'd fallen for, in a good way. She could give Jazmine's natural beauty a run for its money with how she took my breath away. And that was saying something. Jazmine was considered as one of Woodcrest Academy's beautiful schoolgirls, you can ask any boys that go here.
Even Mitsuki knows that very well, thus she was using all of her power to take her down.
"Aside from her looks, is she cool tho?" he inquired. "Because...let's face it, you went out with the school's biggest hoe, and I don't wanna deal with that drama no mo'."
I blinked, "Brotha, didn't you just hear me a few minutes ago? She called out the secretary chick."
"Oh yeaaaah..." Riley slapped his hand on the cafeteria table as he tried hard to not laugh too loud. "I can't believe she said that her pussy be hairy like Bin Laden's beard! That's crazy, yo!"
I laughed along, "I know right!"
I would never say this out loud, especially since I know he'd accuse me of being gay, but it was good to hear him laugh. He's been a little too tense lately, at least after his break-up with Cindy. I have no idea what happened between the two, but I knew Mitsuki had something to do with it. I think the two need some space and an escape from reality; there were honestly too young to be going through a relationship crisis. They should just learn to let loose once in a while.
Then again, if I had told them that, they wouldn't listen to me. I'd be the last person in their eyes to give a relationship advice.
I did try to pursue Jazmine and I went out with Mitsuki. I'll spare you the details from the dilemma, as it was pretty stupid and predictable.
Riley seemed to have finally calmed down from his laughing fit, as he took the time to sip on his drink and pondered. "What's her name again?"
I scratched my scalp, thinking real hard. "Ming Long Duo..."
"She sounds familiar. I think I know her from somewhere...but from where?" he wondered out loud.
Immediately, my back straightened and he had all my attention. "Really?"
"The only Asian chick I remember was from a...kickball tournament that me and Huey were in..."
We heard heel clicks nearing us. "That's because it's me, Sherlock."
We immediately looked up, the both of us surprised, with Riley providing us a spit take to emphasize his shock.
"Long time no see, Freeman," Ming was standing by, wiggling a hello with her fingers. I took my chance at checking her out, once again. She was wearing a black shirt along with a black, leather jacket and navy blue, denim sweatpants and a pair of black pencil heels . Her dressing game was on point.
"Ya can say that again," he wolf-whistled. "Obviously, puberty was very nice to you."
I gave her a subtle once-over. He can say that again, I mused.
Ming beamed, "I can say the same for you."
Riley smirked, "I don't mean ta brag, but I'm quite the ladies' man."
"Oh really?" Ming shook her head with a smile.
"Hey, they don't call me horsechoker for nothing," he bragged.
I gave him a blank stare, "Riley, nobody calls you that."
"Nigga, shut up," he sucked on his teeth.
Ming laughed. I just realized she snorts when she laughs. It's cute. She turned to me and held her hand up, for a high-five. "Nice. I think you and I are gonna get along just fine."
"I can already tell," I gave her a high five. Hey, her hand is soft, like baby soft. I felt shivers running on my spine and I did my best to brush the feeling off.
Riley threw daggers to the both of us, and Ming flashed him a smile. "Aw, don't act like a baby. You know deep down it's the truth."
He was about to say something, but immediately closed his mouth and his eyes became dead serious. I turned to look behind, and see what he was looking at. I knew right then and there he was glaring (or so I thought) at Dewey as he approached about our table. "Riley, we gotta talk. Like now."
He didn't waste his time to slung his bag around his shoulder and got up from his seat. What was up with his vibe? He was now being tense again, and it worried me. "Riley, what's going on?" I asked.
"...Nothing." His serious tone failed to convince me. I watched him walk off with Dewey, talking amongst themselves in whispers. It seemed like shit was getting real. It may not be my business, but it seemed like he was in trouble. I made a mental note to confront him later about it.
"...I didn't know Riley is friends with him."
I turned around to face Ming, and then scratched my chin. "Wait, you mean Dewey?"
"Hum..." Ming seemed to have noticed my surprise as she immediately hid her frown, with an impassive look. "...Y-yeah."
I quirked my eyebrow, which was a habit I picked up from Huey. Funny tho. We only started being friends like 2 hours ago, and now I'm starting to act like him a little bit. "...Really? How did y'all met?"
"Long story."
We immediately fell into a lapse of silence, each stealing a glance whenever the other turned. It was awkward, if I can add. I literally wanted to hit myself. I finally had the opportunity to talk with Ming, just the two of us, and I royally screwed up.
For the rest of lunch, we'd been like this. None of us really talked, well save for that time when she asked me to pass her the ketchup bottle (she wanted to add some on her rice. Weird, right?). It wasn't brought up again - her apparent connection with Dewey. I sensed her apprehension on the subject and wisely kept quiet.
However, that didn't stop me from mulling over it.
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Cairo
I was leaning against my locker, surrounded by a group of nosy-ass students who actually believed the rumours I'd been spreading in school. The majority of them were boys, believe it or not. It surprised me, with the hot chicks they have up around this place, I thought they'd be more interested in banging them.
Who would have thought Woodcrest Academy boys were mostly interested in black dicks, let alone, Huey's?
"...Yeah, his dick is so small, that when he goes in the bathroom to piss, he sits on the toilet seat," I lied - but they didn't need to know that. Hah.
All of the boys gasped. Whispers were cued amongst them, as I took in their looks of disbelief and shook my head with a smile. Those fags will believe anything they hear. One of them lifted their hand up, asking for my permission to speak. I nodded and he took that as a yes.
"But how do you know all that stuff about Huey's dick?" he asked, interested in the subject.
I looked both sides of the hallway, as though I was going to confess a big-time secret. I just didn't wanna get caught by Huey, I mean, the fun just started. I was unsure if he was still chasing after me for the stunt I pulled this morning, in English class. However, by now, he should be getting word of me spreading the rumours. I would run away and hide in fear if I cared, but it ain't the case, my brothas and sistas.
"Because we did an intervention for his dick problem. He just confessed to his close friends and family that he is ashamed of his tiny little friend." Lies. But I was having fun spreading them.
Then I heard footsteps approaching.
Footsteps, to which I immediately recognized.
And they belonged to that one man.
Oh-uh.
I didn't even have to leave, because that very same man came down from the air, out of nowhere, and executed a drop-kick to my right cheek. I scrunched my cheek, the pain still there and agonizing as ever. I sat up and rubbed it. I looked up at the culprit. "Huey, why you gotta go for ma beautiful face?"
Huey narrowed his eyebrows. "I...am...going...to kick...your ass."
"Kinky, but I doubt your boyfriend Caesar would appreciate that."
He punched me in the face.
But it's cool. I didn't mind.
Instead, I kicked him in the groin.
I know, that was a bitch-move. But y'all know that's how I work shit.
Author's Note: Yup, the chapter was bland, wasn't it? Welp, I'm sorry about that. Really, I am. Next chapter will be much, much better :) Trust me. Anyway, have a good day!
And I promise, I won't take forever to upload.
Deuces.