A bitch just graduatedddddd !

Hoping now that I have my degree I can update soon. If the Boondocks fandom isn't dead now lol.

Hope you enjoy, this is a short chapter with a lot of filler. I'm on a vacation so didn't have time to type out more. Though I do have the next two chapters jotted down which I'm super excited about! I hope ya'll that are still here enjoy. 3

The back and forth of the windshield wipers blended familiarly with the consistent patter of the rain outside. Despite its usual slight comfort however, the sound could not dissipate the extreme tension in Huey's car. Jasmine winced with every sound he made, every tch of annoyance (from her or being cut off in traffic, she could not tell) and every sigh he let out at random. After fiddling with her nails for the umpteenth time, she snuck another glance at him. Despite the calm at which he held the wheel- he was such a good driver- his jaw was tense. His brow furrowed more than usual.

Yet he hadn't spoken a word since he picked her up. The silence was ebbing from barely tolerable to downright torture.

Why was it so weird between them?

Maybe because the methodic swipe of the windshield seemed on beat with the rhythm at which their skin had slapped together mere hours ago. Or how the ongoing rain made her think of how wet she was when he had finally slipped inside.

Or how his eyes wandered to the bruise on her arm at nearly every red light.

"Ahem."

Crap why did she do that? Now those brown eyes were on her again.

Jasmine felt frozen = blankly staring back at him. Like a moron.

After a beat he rolled his eyes, looking back fully at the road. A strong feeling of shame bubbled in Jasmine's stomach.

She was proving his worries from last night – and if she kept it up he was sure to never talk to her again. Straight panic seared her at the thought. She couldn't ruin this. He was the bestest friend she had.

Tightening her hands on her jeans, Jasmine summoned all the bravery she could channel.

" Huey-"

"We're here."

Her mouth slammed shut, all coverage evaporating. Pink nails fiddled with the door hard as she turned to face him, his stoic gaze already watching her.

The rain was casting shadows on his skin, making his stubble stand out, his skin look dimmer. He seemed tired, his cheeks gaunt and eyes low.

A solid sigh rose from Jasmine's lungs. Guilt was weighing her down- it wasn't his fault she messed things up. That now she could barely look him in the eye without thinking about how he had looked down at her last night like he was at war with himself. How that conflicted gaze rose every hair on her body, resurrecting feelings that horrified her and excited her.

What did he see ? Was he disgusted Would they ever be the same again ?

Huey's eyes ran over her face, down her neck and chest, lighting small fires on each place his gaze paused on. He finally rested them on her shoulder, where a purple bruise ached quietly. She flinched when his hand rose off the steering wheel, his strong sure fingers grazing over the bruise. Hi touch was light, so light it might as well not have been there, but Jasmine felt it. She felt it in her bones.

" How are you feeling ?" He asked almost politely. His tone was grave. Jasmine narrowed her eyes, taking in his stupid concerned face for a moment before turning back to the window, staring hard at the rain thumping on the glass. He thought she was just like that – glass, fragile and easy to break.

" You give yourself too much credit Huey Freeman."

He scoffed. " Something tells me if I stripped you naked right now, your body will say otherwise."

She shot back to face him, his sneer creating a violent anger in her she never knew she could feel. Before she could even snap back, his hand grabbed her under her chin, his touch no longer gentle. She shivered as his hand wrapped under her almost like a chokehold, images and feelings from their night before flashing painfully through her mind.

" You asked for this." He hissed, his cool façade finally gone. " You asked, and what did I tell you ? What did I say would be YOUR fault ?"

Crap.

He was right, she thought solemnly. He didn't force her to do anything. Ant it's not his fault she is now scrambling through her emotions when she was around him.

What they had had been so easy going. They flowed like a brook, fell together in a wonderful contrasting friendship. She should have never pushed the envelope.

With a gulp, she looked him dead in the eye. Her bestie, She watched his eyes soften slightly in a way no one but her would notice. Because she just knew those brown eyes so well. Knowing how brown and deep those eyes of Huey Freeman was just part of what it meant to be his friend.

" I'm fine." Jasmine smiled. The gesture physically pained her. She forced her breathing to be normal as he scanned her coldly. Assessing. And as Jasmine desperately tried to let the patter of rain overtake her brain, tried to take in anything to lessen the intense awkwardness that was ventilating through his car better than his heater, she was once again shocked by a sudden rush of reality. That despite her knowing those brown eyes better than her own, there were still so many aspects of him he kept secret. Even from her.

She grossly overestimates their relationship sometimes.

His eyes bore into her, void of emotion, until he either was satisfied with what he saw or just gave up searching. Brows as furrowed as ever, he muttered "Good," before clicking his doors unlocked.

The sound made Jasmine physically wince. With great reluctance she forced herself to once again face this man who caused her such turmoil.

His eyes were lidded, whatever exhaustion he was feeling becoming even more apparent. His eyes had widened in response to her stare, an eyebrow raising. Challenging.

And that determination she felt to make everything normal again came back in full force.

" Wanna come in for a while ?" Jasmine heard herself ask. She cursed at how high her voice sounded.

Huey's expression gave nothing away, though his raised brow never moved. After a FAR too uncomfortable silence, he finally spoke. She found her eyes dangerously focused on his mouth, watching his words form.

"And do what ?"

She gulped. And do what. It sounded so suggestive to her now. Like having sex made her brain super focused on anything with possible sexual undertones.

Maybe it's just him.

"Well, I could use your conceited brain to get me through our chem homework?" she wiggled her brows and he finally lightened up, rolling his eyes and slightly smirking.

"Another science project?"

"Oh, come onnnn." Jasmine giggled, struggling to keep the breathy desperation she felt out of her voice. "I'll make you a grilled cheese with a hearty tomato soup. And after we can watch whatever boring political movie you want."

He was sober again. Watching her. She hated when he did that.

"Do you have vegan cheese?"

She smirked, relief flooding through her.

She had him.