I am not sure when the next time I will post will be because I have spring break coming up and I am working and will be busy. But, I am so excited to be writing again and excited to have people enjoying what they read. So, as always let me know if there is anything I can improve and I will adjust.

Thoughts are italicized

Flashbacks are bold and italicized

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks

Jazmine's POV

Once we had everything set up in the living room and on the coffee table we decided that it would be easier to get African American History out of the way since Calculus was more complicated.

"Okay so, Waters' gave me a study guide with questions which should make going over this easy."

Wow he's actually treating me like a human being.

"First question, which black inventor came up with the first version of the traffic light?"

"Uhhhh…" I looked down trying to remember who it could possibly and how I would possibly know who it was.

Huey sighed, sat back and started to rub his face, "Jazmine I wish you would take more of an interest in this class, this is about your history being that you are half black."

I looked down at my hands. He was right. "Your right, Huey."

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and smirked.

"What was that, Jazmine?"

I pushed at his shoulder, "Well when you're not being a DICK," I looked pointedly at him, "it seems as though you actually care about m… my studies."

I sat back with a blush at my almost slip up. The way he leaned against the arm of the chair on his side showed me that he had caught on to what I was going to say. The smirk on his face led me to believe that he was going to hold it over my head but, what he said next caught me by surprise.

"I think instead of doing questions I'll make flashcards for you and we can study easier that way."

Is he giving me a free pass. What is going on with him. Who poisoned his Kool-Aid? Wait, he doesn't drink Kool-Aid because it's one of the black things that will kill him. Who poisoned his wheat grass smoothie? He probably ended up drinking some pesticides.

"Jazmine!"

"Huh, yes, what is it." I shook my head effectively getting off that weird train of thought and looked at him.

Great, he's back to glaring at me. My face fell.

"Were you listening to anything I just said?"

"Yes Huey, you're going to do flashcards for me and I appreciate you for doing that. Since you're going to take the time to do that did you want to get started on Calculus homework."

"That works for me."

I started gathering up my materials when I saw that I left my calculator upstairs.

"Hey Huey I left my calculator in my room so I'm just going to run upstairs and get it." He nodded and I jogged up the steps.

Huey's POV

I started setting my notes and things for calculus out along with the homework that was assigned.

It feels nice to actually be hanging out with her again. I frowned. Well It's not my fault that we don't hang out anymore.

Bzzz Bzzz

I felt in my pockets for my phone but noticed Jazmine's had lit up with an incoming message. I looked behind me before casually looking to see who it was from. Besides, if she didn't want someone looking at it then she should have put it face down.

That is a lame excuse but who cares.

Heyyy Jazzy Fresh lol I got you the hookup with Emmanuel Barnes so we will be going to the mall this Thursday and know that I am not asking you I'm telling you!

Emmanuel Barnes! The fucking basketball player!

I sat back when I heard Jazmine coming back downstairs.

"Hey, sorry that took so long I had to actually look for the calculator."

I coughed. "Yeah it's no problem."

I watched her as she sat down crossed leg beside me. She did a lot more than look for the calculator while she was upstairs. She had changed from the clothes she had on when we were at school into more comfortable clothes. She was now wearing baggy, gray sweatpants and a white shirt that looked oddly familiar….

"Jazmine is that my shirt."

She stopped rearranging things on the table and looked down at the shirt.

"Hmm, I guess it is," she twisted around to read the back of the shirt in such a way that I was able to read it too.

"Yeah this is your shirt," she giggled.

On the back of the shirt it read 'Fight the Power' in big bold letters with a black fist punching through the ground and breaking free. It was definitely my shirt but from a few years back. I remembered the day I let her borrow it.

*Flashback*

"Huey, can I spend the night my Mom and Dad are fighting again."

I nodded and continued typing up the events that had happened at my last Revolutionary protest. She had been spending the nights a few times a week since her parents had started fighting.

"Um, Huey."

"Yes Jazmine," I said turning around in my rolling chair to face her.

"Can I borrow some clothes to wear for the night. I didn't think they would fight tonight because they were having such a good day so I forgot to pack something."

I took off my shirt and flung it at her. I smirked at the blush that came across her face and went down her neck.

"You can borrow some of my boxers as pants. My clean ones are in the top drawer to the dresser."

She nodded her thanks, went to the top drawer and then headed off to the bathroom.

I watched her the entire time just thinking about the day she would be mine and things would be better in her life and mine.

*End Flashback*

I was really into her back then, I thought we would build a life together. But, things change and people change.

"So, are you ready to get started on this Calculus," I stated efficiently changing the subject and ending any further conversation on the topic.

"Yeah," she said moving closer to me to see the questions.

As we moved through the questions I tried not to be distracted by the heat radiating off of her body and the scent of strawberries that she had carried with her all these years.

Hi again sorry for the late posting and the short chapters (even though I think this one should be longer)

In reply to SammiSweetheart: I am sorry for the late update and the short chapters. Unfortunately at this time I will not set a time for me to post because I'm in college and my schedule is wacky. I will try to post every week and if not it shouldn't be longer than two weeks.

Please read and review! (It makes me feel bad and gets me to post)