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Jazavelli: (14): When aren't Riley and Cindy in denial? ;) But he IS protective. At least he has that going for him. (15): "Askin' all them questions, why you askin' all them questions. Making statements, assuming?" Lollll shout-out Emmanuel and Philip Hudson ^_^ But yeah, ish is getting real up in these streets! Lol this Riley's always been a wild boy thru this story. Caesar too but that's per usual ;) And lol Tish's day will come XD (16): Lol Riley been childish since day one, you nailed it. Definitely is the one who can talk ish about anyone but can't take it when the tables turn on him. Sad. But ayyyee I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapters! Thanks so much for the triple review! :D
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luv ta luv ya: HAHAHAHAHA omgggg you literally had me dying at your review! XD And yessss girl they got a lil intimate ;) You seriously kill me. I must live under I rock, I had to Google who Bryson Tiller was (damnnn daddy ;) I can rock with that). But yeahh you know Riley and Cindy be getting in it on the daily, lil nasties. And hahaha right?! Idk why I always love including Caesar in with them. They're basically a threesome lmfao! Jazmine and Caesar are a mess though. But yeah, that's Cindy & Riley's fault for lying. Shame. LOL I'm glad you liked the club part. And I'm excited you laughed at the Brick moment, I giggled when I wrote for it XD Riley was too out of control, he's lucky he reigned it in otherwise his ass probably would've been laid out. And hahahaha you really are the only one who likes Tish though! But respect! And you right. She DOES own her hoe-ness at least and doesn't deny shit, unlike other chicks we could name ;) Ahhh thanks so much for the awesome review! Enjoy this chapter ;)
I've been dying to write this chapter that's been in my head for a minute.
Hope you enjoy the ensuing drama ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Aaron McGruder's The Boondocks or any of his characters.
"I did battle with ignorance today… and ignorance won."
Huey Freeman; The Trial of R. Kelly
Riley's POV
Fuck, not again.
Riley barely managed to form that coherent thought in his mind as his body abruptly woke up, twisted suddenly to the side to lean over the bed, and allowed gravity to assist in emptying the contents of his stomach into the waiting trash can.
Riley coughed loudly after he was finished, spitting into the can again before wiping his mouth and flopping back over on his back. He closed his eyes once the room started spinning slightly, fucking up his aching head even more. So far, the only things he had seen since he'd been semi-conscious was the trash can, a bed directly across from him, the ceiling, and the back of his eyelids. Judging from the sight of the bed, he could only assume he was at Granddad's house. How he got there and why he was there instead of his own apartment, he didn't know.
What in the hell made him decide to drink all that liquor prior to the club? Obviously he'd known he wouldn't be able to purchase his own drinks at Ivory, but damn. Did he really kill an entire bottle of cheap liquor by himself beforehand? And he still got some drinks snuck to him at the club?
Damn… my tolerance is gettin' high as shit. He thought groggily with a slight smirk, feeling very proud of himself for that fact. However, in the next moment he let out an involuntary groan, a frown immediately taking over his face as his stomach churned again. He rolled his body to lean over the bed, his head hovering over the trash can again just in case, as he waited for the feeling to pass. But at the same time, he tried to retrieve pieces from his memory of what even happened last night before he left the club.
"Baby won't you come my waayyyy
Got something I want to saayyyy
Cannot keep you out my braaaiiiin
But first off I'mma start by sayin' this. Aye!"
Riley was feeling the music as he sang along loudly to Fetty Wap. He was almost shocked that a club like Ivory would even be playing trap music, but didn't dwell on it for long. Fuck it, he had a bad bitch dancing in front of him and another shot in his system, courtesy of her.
Damn she was fine. Her low and tight-ass dress with them heels… that accent that was sexy as hell… and the way she grinded all up on him like she wanted him to fuck her right there? Shit, one more drink and he might really consider it… if only he could remember her name though. He wanted to call her Tess…?
Whatever the fuck her name was, she was doin' it right. Riley knew they were gonna have a good-ass time after they left, probably heading straight for her place. She was down as hell, and he really appreciated her buying drinks for him and sneaking them over. That's wassup. There was just one problem.
She'd just ran into Cindy.
Fuck.
For some reason, that was hanging in the back of his mind. It had apparently just happened about five minutes ago and they had apparently talked.
Fuck.
Riley knew Cindy didn't like this girl. He still didn't know why but whatever. He had made momentary eye contact with her while Tess was telling him the coincidence of running into her at the bar. Cindy had given him such a look, he immediately felt uncomfortable, not to mention strangely guilty. She had turned her back to him just as quick, which instantly pissed Riley off. The fuck was all that about, playing with his emotions like that and then basically dismissing him?
Fuck you too then bitch.
Riley pushed it to the back of his mind again as he gulped down his drink before discarding it and dancing with Tess again. At least he tried to ignore the annoying thought. For some reason it was still sitting with him. And it didn't sit right.
Whatever. He probably just needed one more drink. Then after, a real nice fuc-
"AAAAHHH!" Riley jumped when the girl in front of him let out a shrill scream, causing others to turn and look.
"Yo, what happened?" He asked, walking around her since she had previously been grinding against him. The first thing he noticed was that the front of her dress was completely soaked, which wasn't completely bad in his opinion because it made her titties even more noticeable if possible. She looked livid as she glared at the person in front of her. Riley followed her gaze, first noticing the mass of amber curls in the illuminated lighting.
"Oh my gosh, I am SOOO sorry!" The very familiar voice said, her green eyes shining widely. She had a tall cup in her hand, now empty, as she stared at what she had done. "I'm such a klutz. That's such a MESS."
"Bitch, you think?!" Tess snapped furiously. Jazmine barely batted an eye, the expression on her face seeming very unfazed at her rage. It was weird, she'd usually be a babbling mess at this point in embarrassment and apologies, but she almost seemed… amused?
"At least it's not white." She said simply, practically grinning. "I mean, this color is still REALLY bad, but it could be worse I guess."
"You STUPID little-"
"Easy ma, I gotchu." Suddenly, a dude came out of nowhere and slid easily in front of Riley, basically bumping him back out of the way.
"Aye nigga!" He complained, about to shove him back. But paused when he noticed the mess of dreadlocks hanging from him.
"Had a couple napkins on me, figured you could use 'em." He handed them to her with an easy smile. Tess studied him for a moment before slowly taking them.
"Thanks." She mumbled, starting to pat herself dry. Riley's eyes couldn't help themselves as they were glued to her chest distractedly.
"No problema, mamí." He flashed her another smile. "I'm not as fluent in Spanish as I used to be, but I gotta say, you still look muy caliente in my opinion." Caesar winked at her, causing her to chuckle and grin up at him, seeming interested. Riley narrowed his eyes. Why the hell was this nigga flirting with the girl HE was dancing with? As a matter of fact, why was he ALWAYS trying to talk to the girls he already had a thing for? He was through with this shit!
Just as Riley was about to go sucker-punch that nigga in the back of his dome, he choked a bit when he felt someone swiftly grab the back of his collar, roughly pulling him backwards.
"Let's go." He heard a familiarly angry voice say behind him. He whipped his head around to meet a pair of eyes that matched his own and a ridiculously tall afro, way past the need of a haircut.
"Nigga fuck you!" Riley hissed. "Leave me the fuck alo-aye!" Riley was silenced as Huey immediately put him into a one-armed chokehold before commencing to drag him off of the dance floor. Riley looked back and saw that Tess didn't even notice he wasn't there anymore, she was too busy staring up at Caesar's gay ass. He did notice Jazmine though. Her eyes were locked on his, glaring at him for who the fuck knew what.
Somehow, Huey had managed to drag him all the way up the stairs and out of the club to the sidewalk. He also somehow managed to keep a locked grip on him while using his phone to make a call. Riley was beyond pissed. This nigga had the nerve to embarrass the hell out of him in front of the line of people watching, including some smug-ass security dude that was even taking a video of him on his phone.
"Nigga, get the fuck OFF!" Riley shouted, yanking himself free at the same time Huey released him, causing him to fall onto the ground. Huey cast him an unimpressed look before he glanced behind him, noticing Jazmine and Caesar making their way over.
"The cab should be here in just a minute or so." Huey announced.
"Great." Jazmine sighed in relief, crossing her arms.
"Cab?" Riley repeated, rising from the ground as he brushed himself off. "Nigga, I ain't leavin' yet!"
"Wanna bet?" Huey narrowed his eyes at him dangerously.
Riley ignored him, turning to look at Caesar. "And what the fuck were YOU doin' talkin' to Tess?"
Caesar let out a loud laugh as he smirked at him. "I wish I wouldn't have. 'Tess' was a little too handsy for me." He stated, using air-quotes around her name weirdly.
"Not to mention slutty." Jazmine muttered in addition.
Riley glared at them both hard. "Fuck y'all. I'm goin' back in."
"I doubt it, the cab's pulling up now." Jazmine responded boldly. Riley turned around to see the taxi van slowing down at the curb. Huey slid open the back door and looked at Riley expectantly.
"Get in." He demanded.
Riley scoffed, his anger rising. "Nigga, I said I ain't LEAVIN'. Yo ass is gonna have to fight me if you think I'mma just-"
Riley didn't finish his sentence at the feeling of a sudden strike at the back of his head, bringing him to his knees instantly as he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembered hearing was Huey's quickly fading voice.
"I taught you well."
And that was it.
Riley's head throbbed as he tried to remember more but couldn't. Fuck, did that all really happen? Or was half of that just a really vivid dream? He tried to consider this as he reached around to touch the base of his head, right at the start of his neck. He didn't feel any bump or bruise, but it did feel oddly tender.
Did one of them really put his ass to sleep?
"No way." Riley yawned aloud, feeling the exhaustion begin to take over again. He plopped back down on his back again as his eyes started to feel heavy. He closed them briefly as he tried to think of a reasonable explanation about last night. In the few moments before he passed out again, he had made up his mind.
The majority of it had to have been a dream.
…Right?
Four Hours Later
Riley slowly trudged down the stairs of his grandfather's house. His body still felt like he'd been hit by a truck by the weight of the hangover. He looked almost as bad as he felt, still wearing the wrinkled white beater and jeans he'd worn to the club. His throat was sore and his eyes felt weary, noticeable bags beneath them as proof. Riley didn't want to do anything for the rest of the day. The only thing that awoke him from his drunken sleep and prompted him to even get out of bed was the smell of food… specifically barbeque.
"Yo." Riley spoke hoarsely as he entered the kitchen, rubbing his eye as he did so. He noticed that Huey was at the stove, surprisingly in charge of cooking up some ribs while Jazmine was behind him chopping vegetables at the island counter. Over at the table, Caesar was seated as she used the grater to shred a large block of cheese.
"Oh look, he's alive." Caesar said after he briefly glanced up at him.
"Wonderful." Huey muttered sarcastically without turning.
"Shut up." Riley rolled his eyes as he headed for the table. He gave a head nod to Jazmine as he passed the counter. "Sup?"
"Nothing." She told him curtly, spinning on her heel and going to the refrigerator to grab something else. She barely even looked at a nigga.
"Okay?" He scoffed at her attitude before taking a seat at the table. "What the hell you doin', nigga?" He asked Caesar.
"Getting the cheese ready for the macaroni."
"Oh word?" Riley felt his stomach growl.
"Yeah. Make yourself useful and help me get it done faster."
"Nigga, how am I supposed to help you with only one grater?"
"Catch." Came Jazmine's calm voice from the other side of the room. She barely gave Riley time to turn his head around as she threw a second grater at him hard. Thank God being a Freeman came blessed with amazing reflexes. Riley just barely managed to move his head out of the way and catch the hurling object.
"Damn Jazz, you tryna kill a nigga or what?" He snapped at her with a glare. He was surprised to see her glare back before shrugging a light shoulder.
"My bad." She muttered, rolling her eyes.
Riley sucked his teeth as he turned back around. Bitches were wild. She wasn't even worth his energy. He decided to change the subject to a more pressing issue on his mind.
"Why the hell does this old nigga even own two separate graters?"
Caesar's POV
For once, Caesar was trying to just mind his own business. He sat at the kitchen table as he continued to shred cheese for the pasta as Huey and Jazmine stood at the opposite end of the room preparing their part of the meal. Huey was stationed at the stove cooking the baby-back ribs as well as boiling two separate pots of pasta, one normal and one wheat. Jazmine was standing at the island counter as she chopped and diced several vegetables, preparing some type of kale pasta dish for Huey. Riley was "helping" shred cheese, but was doing a lot more running his mouth than actual shredding. Granddad had left the house earlier to get more groceries but had ordered Huey to have the majority of dinner ready by the time he got back home, hence him reluctantly cooking the pork. Caesar almost wished Granddad would get back sooner to lift the tension in the room.
Riley obviously didn't sense anything, but it was very evident. Last night, in a word had been ridiculous. Riley had killed the entire vibe. The nigga was so bent on picking fights unnecessarily, pissing off Cindy for no good reason, and avoiding his friends entirely as if they did something wrong. The night was meant to put the bullshit behind them and move on, but could Riley do that? Clearly not.
It had been obnoxious trying to get out of the damn club. Like they seriously had to come up with an actual plan. Jazmine had been down for it as soon as she suggested "accidentally" spilling her drink… on Tish. Now that broad. Of course it had been Caesar's job to play back-up and distract her, unfortunately. Even he knew he was a smooth motherfucker and never had a problem doing what he did best, but damn. The girl was a little much, even for him. He almost needed someone to distract her from him in order to get away and join the others outside after Huey had dragged Riley off. That nigga was beyond the point of being drunk. Caesar suspected that he was pretty much blackout drunk at that point. And if he wasn't then, he most definitely was after Jazmine knocked his ass out, sneaking him with a quick hit to the pressure point on the back of his head. Riley went down immediately. Caesar was almost jealous she got to be the one to do it. They had all wanted to take a swing at him that night.
They had all been exhausted though. After Huey and Caesar lugged Riley's ass in the backseat of the taxi, they all headed home to crash at Granddad's being as though the following day was the holiday: July 4th. None of them had to go in the following morning for work thank God, so it was no big deal. However, before they headed out of the city back to Woodcrest, Jazmine had requested that she'd be dropped off at Cindy's apartment to stay the night and make sure she was okay. She'd actually just got to Granddad's house not even an hour before Riley woke up and came downstairs. Cindy had dropped her off in front of the house quickly before pulling off, not even bothering to come inside. From the very little and brief details Jazmine had provided to Huey and Caesar about her sleepover, whatever was going on was deeper than it looked like. Caesar didn't really know what to make of it. He only hoped that his girl was alright and that Riley's stupid ass wasn't planning on antagonizing her anytime soon.
"Yo, how dope was the club last night?" Riley was still talking, finally bringing Caesar's attention back.
"How much of it do you even remember?" He replied indifferently.
"Bits and pieces." He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "I remember it was tight though. I'm tryna go back."
Caesar glanced up when he heard Jazmine make a light scoffing noise from the counter, rolling her eyes. Riley either didn't hear it or was ignoring it. Caesar cleared his throat before speaking. "With that cover charge? Have fun."
"What about that one bitch who let us in for free?" Riley asked stupidly.
"Watch yourself, son." Caesar warned, pausing to give him a steady look. "Her name is Lindsay. And I doubt that she can let us in for free every time."
"How was she able to last night then?"
"She's the owner's daughter."
"Seriously nigga? Then you already have the hook-up for all of us, damn!"
"It ain't even like that, stupid. And thanks to your dumbass I doubt she'll ever let me roll up with a plus four invite again. Not that I'd even hit her up every weekend expecting an invite myself. It ain't like I'm her man."
Yet. Caesar added silently to himself.
Riley raised a brow and gave him an interested look as if he had read his mind. "You like her?" He asked.
Caesar was quiet for a minute as he used the grater as a distraction, shrugging his shoulder a bit. Not that he'd indulge all the information to Riley, especially this early in the game, but… yeah. He was really feeling Lindsay at the moment. There was something about the girl that just gravitated his attention in more ways than one, even from the first time they'd met. It had only been about two weeks ago at the Champs Sports Store; Caesar had been in there in search of a new pair of kicks when he noticed her down the aisle from him. Homegirl had been wearing an oversized Jack Daniels muscle shirt, casual ripped jeans, and a pair of blue Air Jordans. A knitted black skull cap sat loosely over her wavy hair with a pair of hipster-looking glasses over her eyes. He remembered that he briefly had thought she might be a lesbian judging by her outfit and the way she was scanning the clothing racks on the men's side. Even more so when she approached him, asking for his opinion between two shirts. Caesar couldn't help himself: he had to ask her if she shopped there often for her fly wardrobe. She had blushed immediately, quickly explaining in an entirely girly voice that she was only there for her brother, rambling and stumbling over her words so much it was adorable.
Naturally, Caesar had to learn more about her. And apparently not enough yet, considering he was practically blindsided at her appearance in Ivory, her wardrobe style a complete and upscaled 180. Damn she looked good. Speaking of, Caesar need to text her ASAP to set up another time to link up. And soon.
"She's cool." He finally elaborated, barely. "We're just talkin' for now."
Riley rolled his eyes dramatically and let out a scoff. "Man, why you wanna get with some white chick?"
Caesar glared at him and couldn't stop himself from impulsively clapping back. "Nigga, why do YOU?"
He instantly regretted it as soon as it was out, as he now had not only Riley staring him down, but Huey and Jazmine too from the other side of the room. The look Huey gave him was exasperated, as in "Really? You had to start?" The one Jazmine gave him was stern and reprimanding, reminding Caesar of the look his mom frequently gave to him when she wanted to beat his ass. And the one Riley gave was typical and expected, mean-mugging like he was about to talk some shit. However, after a short moment, Riley unpredictably smirked.
"Aye. My chick bad." He shrugged coolly.
Caesar shook his head. "I ain't even goin' there, yo." He replied, continuing to shred.
"Too late, nigga." Riley shot back. "Where'd Cindy go last night by the way?"
"Uh, home?" Caesar answered. How did he not already know this? "Haven't you texted her by now?"
"Naw." Riley shrugged again, oblivious. "She really went home that early though?" He sucked his teeth when Caesar nodded. "Boooo! She wild. On that lame shit for real for real."
Caesar rolled his eyes, happening to glance over and catch Jazmine's gaze. Because whoa. He wasn't kidding about that glare she was giving. Not at Caesar, but Riley. If looks could kill, she'd be burning a hole in the back of that nigga's head. She looked pissed, way more pissed than normal for her, or ever pretty much. In fact, Jazmine's mood entirely since Riley had walked into the room had been off. Jazmine didn't even greet him when he came in, which was a rarity for her. Hell, she didn't look at him, barely talked to anyone since he'd been present, and had nearly tried to cut his ass via cheese grater.
Jazmine did not seem herself at the moment. And from the looks of it, Caesar was clearly the only one who noticed from his position in the room. Huey was focused at the stove along the wall, so Jazmine's back was to him as she stood at the island, facing opposite of the table where Riley and Caesar were sitting. Riley was sitting in the nearest chair, so his back was to both Huey and Jazmine, whereas Caesar was sitting opposite of him in the far chair. He realized that he was the only one who had a view of everyone in the room. He also was the only one to realize that the vibe in the room was steadily shifting, judging from the icy expression on Jazmine's face.
"Chill nigga." Caesar told Riley, putting down the grater as he had shredded the last of the cheese. "You gonna hit her up later to check on her?"
"Check on her? For what?" Riley asked dumbly. Caesar noticed that Jazmine had narrowed her eyes, now finished with the vegetables.
"I just meant are you gonna talk to her later? See if she wants to hang out?" He rephrased lightly.
"Probably not." Riley snorted. "If she wants to hang, she'll say somethin'. I ain't her babysitter."
Shut up, Riley. Caesar thought, very aware of the way Jazmine's small fists curled, specifically the one around the handle of her chopping knife.
"I didn't say that you were." He said evenly instead.
"Good, don't get it twisted, nigga." Riley replied, still never knowing when to shut up. "But naw, I probably won't talk to her til she decides to talk to me. I thought things were good the other day, but she seemed like she copped an attitude with me last night. Whateva though. She know I don't play that. I'll probably give her a few days to calm her sensitive-ass down, but that's it. I'll see her when I see her."
Caesar urged him to shut up repeatedly in his head all while he talked, but it just kept getting worse. He hadn't even noticed that Jazmine had walked over to the table until it was too late and she was suddenly between them, knife in hand. Caesar's eyes were on the hand that held it as she lifted both graters before using the knife to slide the cheese from the cutting boards onto the flat tray she held in her other hand beneath the edge of the table. He was so focused on the knife, it almost didn't register to him that she started speaking, an edge to her voice very evident.
"What's the matter, Riley? Trying not to get too attached?" She asked smoothly, her voice eerily calm… too calm. Like the calm before the storm.
Oh shit. Caesar's eyes widened, switching from Jazmine to Riley. He watched her as well, surprisingly keeping his composure as he raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse you?" He asked, a humorless chuckle in his voice although he looked amused.
Jazmine turned to make eye contact with him as she continued to use her knife to scrape. "Do I need to repeat that for you? I'm pretty sure you heard what the hell I said." She shot back, her voice losing her calm overtone.
Riley was also losing his composure as his eyes narrowed, now locked into a staredown with her. "Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?" His voice was cold.
Jazmine faced him fully, setting the tray onto the table as she did so. Then she took a half-step towards Riley as she spoke slowly and clearly. "I'm talking to the greedy-ass bitch right in front of me."
Oh fuck. Caesar's jaw dropped, looking from Jazmine, to Riley, to Huey, who finally had enough common sense to look over, seeming to quickly be turning down the dials of the stove. Caesar's eyes snapped back over to Riley who was rising steadily from his chair as he spoke, now glaring down at Jazmine.
"Huey, I don't give a fuck about whatever hormonal-ass shit your girl is goin' through." He began loudly, not breaking eye contact with her. "But you better get… your… bitch."
"The only bitch in this room is YOU!" Jazmine shouted, nearly a second away from lunging at him. Caesar stood up just in time to pull her back by her waist and grab the arm that had the knife.
"WAY too dangerous right now!" Caesar announced as he plucked it from her hand and tossed it behind him, kicking it away.
"Oh HELL naw, let her go!" Riley yelled, stepping closer to get in her face and instigate, but was instantly stopped by Huey suddenly holding him back.
"You selfish son of a bitch!" Jazmine screamed at him, taking Caesar by surprise as she almost ripped herself out of his grip, just enough to inch forward and shove Riley in his chest.
"Jazzy, no!" Caesar scolded her, pulling her back more. But he was impressed.
"Who the fuck is you puttin' your hands on?" Riley shouted, enraged as he actually tried to lunge back at her. Huey held his grip and yanked him back out of reach.
"Riley, enough!" He demanded, putting him in a lock.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Jazmine continued, not letting up. "You don't even care that you take her for granted and treat her like shit! You're being an asshole!"
Everything Caesar was trying to quietly tell her to calm her down was clearly going in one ear and out the other. She was obviously beyond the point of listening, especially since she was cursing.
Damn.
"Are you SERIOUS right now?" Riley was incredulous. "You need to mind your FUCKING business! It has nothin' to do with you!"
"When my best friend is hurt, then yes. It DOES involve me, you ass." Jazmine snapped harshly.
"You don't know shit." Riley sneered, struggling with all his might to break out of his brother's grasp. Huey must've finally relented as he released him with a shove, pushing him back towards the island counter. He then took an intimidating step forward as a challenge, as in try me, just in case he was even thinking of stepping back towards Jazmine. Riley glared at him before glaring over even harder at Jazmine, who was finally still in Caesar's embrace, staring Riley down as well.
"You don't know shit." Riley repeated, even darker this time before beginning to stalk towards the exit of the room, still watching her. "Stay out of it. But tell Cindy I'll be over sometime soon after midnight."
"Oh fuck you." Jazmine retorted heatedly.
"Jazmine!" Caesar gaped. Dang, he sounded like a shocked parent, but daaaamnn. He'd never heard such venom in her voice before. She was beyond furious.
No one moved from their position until they heard the front door open and slam shut loudly. They all turned to look at each other after in disbelief at what just occurred.
"Your skin is on fire, girl. Damn." Caesar said, feeling her forearm before releasing her.
"Are you alright?" Huey asked, walking closer as his eyes scanned over her.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Caesar grinned.
"No." Jazmine answered, shaking her head back and forth as she crossed her arms. "I'm angry."
"Obviously." Caesar looked away when Jazmine glanced back to shoot him one of those glares again. "Sorry."
"I know." Huey replied, continuing to ignore Caesar. "Just calm down. I'll talk to him after he's had to time to cool off. You know how he is."
"That's not an excuse, Huey."
"Trust me, I'm not making any for him."
Jazmine gave him a look as she was silent for a moment. "You didn't see her like I did. None of you did." She told them both quietly. "She's hurt."
"She'll be fine." Huey told her simply.
Caesar rolled his eyes the same time Jazmine did before turning to her. "She will, Jazz. And you know we'll make sure." She seemed to accept that a little better. "She will." He nodded, rubbing her shoulder.
"I hope." Jazmine sighed quietly.
Cindy's POV
She was barely able to crack her knuckles as she headed for the exit of the gym. She didn't even bother to take off her boxing wrap bandages, not ready to see the damages yet. She knew she was probably all the way bruised up, her knuckles stung at every movement her fingers made. She knew she had gone way overboard on that punching bag.
But damn if it didn't feel good.
Cindy had been an animal in the gym today. She had definitely gotten some stares, and not in an "Ooh, she's cute" kinda way. More like a "Damn, she's a beast and she scares me" kinda way. But Cindy didn't care. She'd rather them look at her like that. She didn't want to bothered period today. All she wanted was to drain and numb her body completely. And she had done just that.
She'd started on the machines first, running, walking, stepping, and everything else a good couple miles. Then she'd gone onto the weights, which really helped in exhausting her. And she dared anyone to even attempt to help spot her. She could handle it. And if she couldn't, she'd push herself until she could. The last activity she practiced was boxing, the thing she'd been looking forward to the most. She had stared at the tall red punching bag in anticipation as she wrapped her hands. As she downed half a bottle of water beforehand. As she slid her blue Beats headphones over her ears to drown out the noise and get into the zone. And when she did, she went HAM.
She had no idea how long she occupied that punching bag. Long enough to form a really conspicuous crowd by the time she was finally finished. Long enough to hit so much that she couldn't distinguish the stains on the bag as her sweat or her blood, but she was guessing the latter. And definitely long enough to when she finally walked away from the bag after one hard last punch, her hands actually felt numb for several minutes.
In all honesty, she didn't mind that numbing feeling. She'd rather feel nothing than everything else she would be feeling if she focused long enough.
But she refused to. This was not the time or the day to focus.
Wasn't it the 4th of July anyway? The jubilation of independence and all that shit?
Cindy should be celebrating. She was numb and independent. Cheers.
She continued down the street back to her car parked around the block of the gym, her Beats still blasting music into her ears. At the corner, she paused and looked up at the marquee on the side of the building. She didn't hesitate another moment as she turned around and walked inside; she'd been meaning to for a few months now anyway.
"Welcome to the Graffiti Parlor." A young woman Cindy's age greeted her once she entered and slid her headphones down around her neck. "I'm Iris. What can I do ya for?" She asked, eyeing her as she stepped over to the counter. Cindy studied her briefly as well. Iris was covered in tattoos, from her neck, her chest, down her arms, and who knew where else. The tank top she wore revealed a good majority and Cindy could only guess that the trend continued. Her ears were also pierced all the way around with hoops and studs, covering as much skin as possible.
Damn, maybe she wanted to feel numb too.
"Do you need time to think or…?" Iris trailed off, raising an eyebrow at her blank stare.
"No!" Cindy finally found her voice, snapping out of it. "I don't. I wanna get a tattoo."
"Any idea what you want?"
"A basketball heart I think." Cindy said with a nod. It had been something she'd been thinking about for a while now.
"Nice." Iris nodded as well. "Any idea where you want it?"
"Where's the most painful?" Cindy smirked in response.
Iris let out a small laugh. "I like your style. I'll tell you that it varies for everyone, but I'll give you the lowdown on a few of the hotspots."
Not even a full hour later, long after the details were settled and Cindy was all set, Iris was finishing up on her tattoo. Cindy had decided to have it done behind her left ear, which was indeed as painful as advertised. But she managed. Iris gave her a sneak peek with a hand mirror when she was about halfway done, still needing to go back over it in color. Cindy already loved it; the design looked amazing and the size was perfect. Not too big, not too small, and easy to cover with her hair if need be. She loved it even more when it was completely finished. And even though it had hurt like a bitch, she didn't want it to be over. She wanted more.
"I'm glad you like it." Iris told her after she finished paying for it after. Cindy had kept her hair up in a high ponytail, proudly showing it off. It was a little red, but it looked nice as fuck.
"I do, thanks again."
"And you're seriously already planning to come back next week for another one?" Iris asked with amusement.
"Very serious."
"I'm tellin' you, the foot hurts worse than behind the ear in my opinion. You may wanna bring some Advil." She smirked.
"I can handle it." Cindy assured her with a light grin of her own. "I'll see you soon."
"Sounds good." Iris reached over for dap. "Take care of that."
"Definitely." Cindy replied before saying her goodbyes and leaving. She walked out of the doors and down the street feeling better, lighter almost. Her tattoo was still stinging of course, her hands still as well, and she probably had a parking ticket for an expired meter. But that was whatever.
She felt better. For the past few hours, she'd barely even thought about the bullshit in her personal life, including the club, her conversation last night with Jazmine, or him. She felt numb. And she liked that. The effects of the physical pain at least distracted from the emotional anger pain. And that sat just fine with her. Hell, she'd take that any day.
Happy Fourth to her.
Huey's POV
Driving over to his brother's place had not originally been on the agenda for his holiday plans that evening. And yet here he was.
Unfortunately.
Huey sighed as he glanced at the dashboard before turning off his car and stepping out. It was already after 7:30 PM. It wasn't dark enough yet but he had a feeling the firework and festivities bullshit would begin in about an hour or so. For some reason Jazmine wanted him to be back in time for it. Huey didn't necessarily understand why. To what were they celebrating? Their supposed "freedom?" Someone should really get White America on board with that. He'd wait….
He suppressed his trailing thoughts as he banged on the door of Riley's apartment. He knew he had to be inside. His car was a blatant indicator, not that he expected he'd be anywhere else that night. Riley had been invited to come to Granddad's as usual for holidays, so the elder had been less than pleased when he returned home to find him long gone after an "altercation."
Huey had a feeling there was about to be another one happening in the next few minutes.
The door of the apartment was suddenly yanked open to reveal Riley holding a beer in his other hand, still looking just as disgruntled as he was a few hours ago. But he did look slightly less shitty. At least he'd changed into a clean tank and basketball shorts. But his eyes were still baggy and now slightly bloodshot. Huey had a good guess as to why judging by the smell of booze and marijuana reeking off him.
"What do you want?" Riley snapped by way of greeting, glaring at him. "Here on behalf of your bi-"
"If you're dumb enough to disrespect her again in front of me, you're gonna wake up in the fucking hospital." Huey cut him off immediately, his eyes already flashing. "That's my first and last warning to you." He told him, ignoring the way Riley narrowed his eyes in return. "We need to talk." Huey didn't wait for a response as he forcibly nudged past him into his living room, earning a scoff.
"Did I invite you into my house?"
"Did I ask?" Huey shot back. "I'm not playing around with you today. We're going to talk about this shit."
"Man, whateva!" Riley complained, slamming his door shut before he pushed past him to set his bottle on the coffee table. Huey noticed the litter of additional empty beer bottles already along the table as well, but decided to not to comment. "I dunno what the hell you or her want. Up in my goddamn business like it's your life."
"It becomes our business when it starts to affect all of us, Riley." Huey replied with a sigh.
"It ain't affectin' nobody, y'all just don't know how to stay outta shit! What's goin' on between me and Cindy is just between me and Cindy. No one else! Why the hell do y'all care?" Riley demanded.
"Jazmine cares because she's worried about her best friend. The only reason I even give a damn is because I care when Jazmine's upset. But to be honest, as much as Jazmine tells me how unhappy Cindy is, I actually do feel for the girl, suffering at the expense of your ass!" Huey explained in irritation.
"All y'all need to go somewhere with that bullshit! Ain't nobody sufferin' or upset, nigga please! Cindy is fine! Let me worry about her!"
"How can it even be possible that I'm worrying more about her well-being than you are, when I can only tolerate her and you claim to be her best friend?" Huey asked in bewilderment. "Do you even see how selfish you are?"
"I'm selfish?" Riley pointed to himself as if he was offended. Then he sucked his teeth. "I'm so goddamn SICK of all y'all acting like I forced her into this. I ain't force her and I didn't twist her damn arm. We both knew what we were doin' and agreed to it from the jump. If I wanna fuck other bitches, I can! She know the deal and don't have a problem with it."
"And you really believe that?"
"Aye, if she do, she can open her own mouth and tell me. But you bitches don't need to speak for her. If there's a problem, let HER tell me. Not that there's gonna be one cuz we agreed at the beginning that it wouldn't be. She ain't my girl so I can do whatever the fuck I want."
"She may not be your girl but she is still your friend. And that should count for something. Plans and agreements change over time, Riley. You can't be that dumb or selfish enough to think otherwise." Huey glared at his brother, noticing the patronizing change in his expression as he let out a dry chuckle.
"Ooh, I'm sooo selfish." Riley began with a complacent smirk, his voice the epitome of condescending. "You right, nigga. I am selfish. I fuck who I want then end up back in Cindy's bed. I'm such a bad nigga. Oh the fuck well. I could give a flying fuck if you care, Jazmine, Caesar, or whoever thinks bad of me. All y'all can go fuck yourselves. All I know is that I'm gonna ride this out for as long as I can. If you don't like it, tough. That ain't my problem. I'm doin' me."
Huey gave him a level stare before speaking lowly. "Okay… you ride it out, Riley. In the end, the only thing you're going to do is fuck up your friendship with Cindy."
"Shut the hell up." Riley's smug demeanor faltered as his eyes narrowed into slits.
"You'll be lucky if she even wants to be friends with you after it's all over and done." Huey uttered gravely, shaking his head at the pathetic body in front of him.
"I said shut the fuck up!" Riley was suddenly in his face as he shouted. "You better watch your fucking mouth!"
Huey didn't flinch, unbothered by his rage. Obviously he'd struck a nerve. "I'm just stating facts."
"Like I already told her, you don't know shit." Riley hissed in his face. "Get the fuck out." He ordered, pointing to the door. Huey kept his hardened gaze on him, refusing to break eye contact.
"You… are so sad." Was all he said in response. Riley scoffed, his face almost red in anger.
"And you… are still such a bitch." He practically spat.
Huey blinked at him, holding his stare as he took a step backwards and reached for the doorknob. He was in no mood to get physical and was not going to allow Riley to get a cheap shot in with his back turned. Would it work in provoking him? Yes. Would Huey end up sending Riley into the hospital as promised? Most likely. And that wasn't how he wanted his night to go.
Huey finally broke eye contact once he opened the door, stepping out without looking back. He rolled his eyes at the sound of the door slamming loudly behind him, echoing through the narrow hallway. He checked his watch again.
It wasn't even 7:45 yet.
That went well.
Jazmine's POV
At the sound of the front door opening, Jazmine set the pitcher she was about to pour back on the table and glanced at the clock on the stove. There was no way he was back already. But when she stepped over to glance out of the kitchen doorway and down the hallway, she saw him.
He was.
"Huey?" She said quietly, leaving the kitchen and walking out to him.
"Hey." He replied, shutting the door behind him.
Jazmine stretched up on her tiptoes to peck his lips gently before studying him. "That was fast."
"It definitely didn't take long." He grimaced, his voice laced in annoyance. Jazmine matched his glare in similar anger.
"What happened?" She asked immediately.
"Easy." Huey gave her a tiny smirk. "Where is everyone else?"
"Granddad and Caesar are already out back. My parents and Caesar's family came over too. We were all just relaxing and talking before the fireworks start."
"Wanna take a walk?"
"Please."
It didn't take long for them to slip quietly out of the house and head for The Hill, only a short few blocks away. She didn't anticipate them staying long at all, but she had to know what happened. And privately.
Jazmine sighed once they reached the top of their spot. The sight of the neighborhood of Woodcrest usually brought a smile to her face, especially at night to see the twinkling lights of the houses and the stars overheard. But not tonight. She felt restless and wouldn't be able to shake the feeling until things were settled.
"Alright, tell me." Jazmine spoke, turning around to Huey standing behind her. She crossed her arms, feeling the prickling feeling of anger creep back under her skin. "What the hell did he have to say, Huey? And what did YOU say?"
"Jazmine…" Huey began calmly, taking his time as he leaned back against the tree trunk and crossed his arms as well. "What's done is done. Riley and I had words. I said what I had to say and then I left. I'm not going to concern myself with this and neither should you."
"Hueeyy," Jazmine groaned his name as she dragged her feet closer to him. His nonchalant vagueness frustrated her even more.
"Yes Jazmine?" Huey seemed unexpectedly patient with her as he brought her into his arms against him, locking his arms around her waist. Jazmine accepted the hug and rested her head against his chest, calming more at the feeling of the light kiss he planted on her head. She nuzzled against him and sighed again.
"You know he's wrong, Huey." She stated quietly.
Huey was silent for a beat. "I know."
This caused Jazmine to pull her head back and look up at him. "So why aren't we doing anything?"
"What more could we do?" He reasoned with her gently, rational as always. "That responsibility is not on us. When Cindy's ready to step up and defend herself, she will."
Jazmine stared up at him as she continued to frown, but slightly nodded in response. Huey softly kissed her forehead before pulling her back into his arms. She turned around before leaning back into his embrace. He had been her security blanket for the longest and still was to this day.
Even though in the current moment she felt safe and comforted in Huey's arms, she didn't feel the usual peace that she'd normally feel. How could she? Now that she knew that Cindy didn't have any peace right now. No comfort… no feeling of security… no love….
"Cindy?" Jazmine had called out as she rapidly knocked on her front door. "Cindy, it's Jazmine!" She announced, leaning against the door to try to hear movement on the other side. It was a good thing she did or she might've missed the faint response.
"Go away. All of you." Came the muffled reply, sounding very unlike Cindy. Her voice sounded quiet and weak, which alarmed Jazmine.
"It's just me, Cin! I came alone." She clarified, not waiting for an answer as she kicked over the mat and scooped up the spare key. "And I'm not going away." She muttered the last part to herself as she slid the key into the lock before pushing the door open.
Jazmine was almost startled to see Cindy looking at her directly from her position on her couch. She was still in her dress, her legs tucked beneath her while she sat in the corner of the couch. She had a large goblet of red wine in her hand while the other held a balled up tissue.
"Cindy," Jazmine said quietly, closing and locking the door behind her. "Are you alright?" She asked as she studied her. All of her eye make-up was smeared and her eyes were reddened. There were even tear stains down her face that blotched her foundation.
She had been crying.
Cindy ignored her question as she stared back at her. "Where are the others?"
"They went home." Jazmine explained briefly. After she knocked Riley out and they managed to get him in the backseat, she told the driver to drop her off at Cindy's apartment complex before driving out of town to Woodcrest. Huey had protested at first, but it wasn't up for discussion. She was staying with Cindy. Something wasn't right.
"Oh." Cindy replied simply. Jazmine kicked off her heels before she came to the couch and sat beside her. Cindy gave her a look at that, as if she didn't understand what she was doing. "Why are you here?"
"You left." Jazmine stated the obvious as she stared at her.
"Yeah… so?" Cindy looked away from her. Jazmine kept her gaze while she spoke.
"You left." She repeated. "And you left upset. Now you're just drinking… and crying." She said the last part gently.
"I'm NOT crying." Cindy retorted, whipping her head back to her. Jazmine met her sad green eyes to her glassy blue ones, although they were angry.
"What happened?" Jazmine asked softly.
Cindy's eyes wavered as she stared back at her, slowly shaking her head. "I hate him."
"Then so do I." Jazmine replied in solidarity.
Cindy stared a moment longer at Jazmine's face before finally cracking a grin. She reached her hand up to quickly run down her own face, seeming to rub briefly at both eyes before glancing at her again once she pulled her hand away.
"Drink?" She asked, lifting her glass in question.
"Sure." Jazmine nodded, rising to follow her to the kitchen.
She ended up following her into the kitchen several more times that night within just a few hours, all for more glasses of wine. By the time the bottle was finished, they were both lying side by side on Cindy's bed, gossiping drunkenly. Jazmine was now borrowing a t-shirt and shorts to sleep in while Cindy was in a similar attire.
"Eww." Jazmine suddenly emitted out of nowhere.
"What?" Cindy slightly jumped, looking over at her.
"I just realized… you probably did it in this bed, didn't you?" Jazmine pretended to make a grossed out face.
"Girl, you know what!" Cindy laughed, shoving her weakly.
"I'm gonna get cooties!"
"Like you and Huey don't have some damn cooties all over your bed AND his!"
"I didn't say we didn't." Jazmine stuck her tongue out, causing them to both fall into a fit of giggles. Jazmine rubbed her eyes as hers finally settled, turning back to Cindy. She tilted her head slightly against the bed when she noticed that she was looking away from her. And her laughter didn't sound like giggles anymore. They sounded like sniffles.
"Hey," Jazmine said gently, reaching over to touch her arm. The noise she made in response was an involuntary sob that she was clearly trying to hold back. "Cindy, I'm so sorry! Please don't cry!" Jazmine pleaded, now sitting up on the bed as she grabbed her hand.
"Dammit Jazz." Cindy covered her tears with her hands, but sat up as well. "I just… ugghhh I just hate him!"
"I know, so do I!" Jazmine scooted closer, rubbing her shoulder. "That's why we've been bashing him all night. Remember the thing you said about his peanut head?" She tried for a smile, but it only made her seem to cry harder as her shoulders trembled. "Cindy, what's the matter?"
It took a minute for her to answer. Jazmine almost expected her not to. But then she finally heard her, hands still covering her face while she did so.
"How could he do this to me?" She whispered.
"Do what?" Jazmine pulled back slightly. What wasn't she telling her?
"Everything."
"I need more than that." Jazmine said, now very serious even in her drunken state. "I mean it, what did he do? I swear to God, I'll kill him myself."
"I just… don't understand." Cindy pulled her hands down to finally meet Jazmine's eyes. They looked so sad. "He's my best friend… right?"
"Other than me… yeah." Jazmine nodded, confused.
"Then… why would my best friend treat me this way?" Cindy asked. "I didn't mean to sleep with him the first time. We were drunk! It just happened!"
"Yeah… but you know there had to be some kinda interest for it to have happened." Jazmine replied. "I mean, we're drunk… you and I. But I doubt we're gonna sleep together by the end of the night."
"Bitch." She at least managed to crack a smirk through her tears.
"Huey would kill me." Jazmine grinned back. "If I did go that way, you know you'd be first choice."
"Yeah whateva." Cindy shook her head, wiping at her eyes again.
"But seriously… you know that it couldn't have been completely out of left field that it happened."
"…Maybe." Cindy continued to look away from her. "But it doesn't matter. He only sees me as a good fuck now."
"Cindy!" Jazmine exclaimed. "That is NOT all you're worth!" The look she gave Jazmine in return was heartbreaking.
"That's all I feel worth to him."
Jazmine glared. "Then he can go fuck himself. You're better off without him." She growled, her protective instinct kicking in. Cindy stared at her fierce expression before sniffling again, leaning against her to cry. Jazmine held her in shock. This had to be first. The roles had always been reversed for them: Jazmine crying over Huey back when they were young pre-teens, a few occasional bouts when they were in their late teens. But Jazmine comforting Cindy? While she cried? This kind of thing never happened.
So Jazmine let her cry it out.
"He doesn't even care." Cindy mumbled after a few minutes, a few tears still running.
Jazmine only responded by stroking her hair. She didn't know what to say. She knew that Riley "cared" about her in sense, and as a friend, but definitely not in the way that Cindy meant right now. And she wasn't willing to lie.
"He almost got me pregnant." She added, shocking Jazmine completely and bringing her hand to a sudden halt.
"WHAT?"
"Thank God I dodged that bullet, am I right?" She replied bitterly.
"When was this?" Jazmine asked, completely baffled.
"A few weeks ago." Cindy shook her head. "That would've been awful. Like I'd ever be able to rely on him. Especially if I had a kid." She scoffed. "Do you know he had the nerve to get mad at me over it?"
"For what?" Jazmine demanded.
"Because I was scared of getting pregnant and wasn't willing to fuck him for a while." She admitted bluntly. "Yeah, he was all pissed at me for that. Everything I do pisses him off. God forbid I need some time to myself after the scare. God forbid I tell the truth about us to our friends. And God forbid I do anything but please him anytime he wants!"
"You're not his prostitute, Cindy." Jazmine shook her head, feeling her anger rise. Who in the hell did he think he was?
"Tell that to him." Cindy muttered, riling Jazmine's anger even more.
"Cindy," She started.
"He's been such a jerk. He doesn't even talk to me like a friend anymore, you know that? The only time he wants to hang is when he wants to fuck, period."
"Cindy."
"All he cares about is getting laid. And getting his way of course." Cindy ignored her, on a roll.
"Cin-"
"Oh. And Tish." Cindy spat the last part out bitingly. Jazmine silenced herself, hoping that she'd continue. They had briefly discussed the girl earlier during their bashing session. Cindy had told her that she had good reason to believe Riley told her the truth, which floored Jazmine as well. But she sensed there was more to the story. Cindy had such a hatred for her, there had to be more.
"Yeah, he cares about that bitch." Cindy scoffed, irritation evidence in her voice.
"I don't see why." Jazmine commented, glancing down discreetly at her. Cindy shook her head, her face now red again with anger.
"Because she's sooo beautiful," She answered mockingly with false enthusiasm. "And so cool, and so sexy, and so down for whatever." She listed, her voice hardened as she stared off into space. If Jazmine would've blinked, she would've missed the way Cindy wiped at her eye, catching the fresh tear that had barely started to fall.
"Yeah… he cares about that bitch." Cindy repeated before turning her head against Jazmine's chest, hiding her face. Jazmine rubbed her back as she held her, feeling awful. "He'd rather be with her or any other bitch over me." She added, her voice slightly muffled now.
"He doesn't deserve you, Cindy." Jazmine told her, shaking her head at the whole thing. It was completely unbelievable.
Jazmine heard Cindy make a small noise against her, thinking that would be the only response she'd get for now when she felt tears starting to soak through her shirt. So she held her tighter and stroked her hair again, just letting her cry. She was surprised when she did hear Cindy's voice, now incredibly softened and broken-sounding.
"I would always choose Riley," She all but whispered against her. "But he'd never choose me."
The sight of a firework shooting into the air jolted Jazmine out of her thoughts. She felt Huey pat her side gently.
"We should probably head back." He told her against her ear.
"Yeah." Jazmine quickly brushed at her own face and eyes before turning around. She tried not to make eye contact and walk around him, but Huey stopped her lightly by taking her arm, his eyes already searching her face.
"Are you alright?" He asked her seriously.
Jazmine nodded. "I'm fine. Just… thinking." She shrugged a shoulder. Huey watched her for a moment more before accepting that for her answer.
"Take your mind off it. And stop thinking." Huey told her simply, taking her hand into his to lead her down from The Hill. Jazmine held in the sigh she wanted to let out and tried to stop her mind from running so much, but she couldn't help it.
Cindy was devastated. And hurt. And heartbroken. In so many words, she had admitted it last night.
She liked Riley.
And not just "as a friend."
Finally yo! This chapter man, whoo! I've had the idea on file for a long while now. Glad I finally was able to get it out. And exactly one month later from the last time I updated this story ^_^
Special shout-out to clockwork'sFinest again for giving me some dialogue and story feedback on this piece, particularly regarding Caesar's POV. Good looking out, fam!
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I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I had fun writing it! More will be coming soon! As usual, next update will finally be for From Uncle Reezy, To Daddy Reezy. What's to happen next now that the lines have been drawn… and crossed? We'll have to see! Thanks for reading and for the love!
~Schweetie
PS: Just thought I'd add in case there was any confusion: Jazmine was NOT planning to stab Riley lmaooo! Definitely not! Knowing her, she was so focused and caught up in the moment that she didn't even realize the knife was still in her hand! One of her many blonde moments ^_^ Just thought I'd clarify! Didn't want anyone to think she was suddenly going way rogue and out of character ;)
And as another sidenote, you guys are the reason Jazmine even got a little wild at Ivory! Everyone thought Jazmine was going to have her own little "nigga moment" at the club, which had originally not been one of my plans or ideas! I added that recap snippet for you guys! Y'all inspire ME! #TheKeyToSuccess #FanLuv #MAJORKey #BlessUp #YouTheBest