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Huey's POV

I readjusted the bag on my shoulder as I was walking down the hallway toward the cafeteria with my best friend and fellow former revolutionary, Caesar.

"Are you actually going to eat today or are you still in protest of public school food," Caesar asked me grinning.

I raised my eyebrow at him. I knew what he was doing but I was not one to let these kinds of questions go unanswered. "I refuse to eat here because the last time I did there was hair in my Jell-O and the I swear that the mystery meat in the spaghetti was still alive because it moved.

He chuckled at me as we pushed open the doors to the lunchroom. Even though I wasn't going to get anything I chose to stand in line beside Caesar because it's always better to go in lines at this school with someone else to avoid a nigga moment.

Even though the school was majority white there were enough black people and white people wanting to be black that nigga moments happened often.

"So, how was your tutoring session with Jazmine yesterday," he said in a nonchalant manner grabbing the mystery meatloaf.

I grimaced in disgust, "It was okay, nothing to write home about."

He grabbed a cup of mixed fruit that looked a little, no, a lot old and turned to me, "So, basically what you're telling me is that you did not decide to stop acting like you hate her and end this stupid façade."

"That's exactly what I'm telling you. You know as well as I do why we can't be friends."

"Is it because you want to be more than friends with her. Ow! Damn it Huey we aren't kids anymore you can't hurt me because you don't like what I say."

I looked around and then back at him as he payed for his 'food', "Talk shit, get hit."

He shook his head and grabbed his food, "You don't have to hide your feeling for her from me because I already know. But, if you keep hiding them from her you will lose her. Shit, you're in the process of losing her right now."

"What do you mean?"

"She's going to the basketball party tonight with Emmanuel Barnes."

I looked at him with my usual blank face but he could read it well.

"Don't look so surprised man. I'm shocked that she's stayed single this long but, from what I hear from my girl Cindy she has been stuck on a certain revolutionary."

I guess that means she moved on from me.

I was so engrossed in our conversation that I wasn't paying attention to what table we were going or who was sitting at it."

"Hey babe," Caesar said setting his tray down and pulling out a chair at the table we were standing at. I looked up and Cindy and Jazmine were sitting at the table Caesar had chosen. Caesar sat in the chair in front of Cindy so the only one left for me was the one in front of Jazmine.

I reluctantly sat down as Caesar and Cindy finished greeting each other. Cindy nodded at me in greeting and I nodded back.

"Hey Jazz," Caesar said drawing Jazmine's attention away from the drawing she had been working on.

I didn't know that she still drew. I guess there is a lot of stuff I don't know about her.

Jazmine looked at me confused before realization fell on her and she realized that I wasn't the one who had greeted her in such a friendly way.

She put on a bright smile for Caesar, "Hey, Michael."

"Jazzy Fresh, you know I don't like it when people call me that. Unless their mad at me, are you mad at me Jazz."

She laughed, "Did Cindy start calling me that because of you. I knew she wasn't that clever," Cindy pushed her jokingly, "Anyway, I call you Michael because you talk to me about as much as Huey does, maybe a little more because he hasn't spoken yet," she said looking pointedly at me.

I looked back into her jade green eyes. "I haven't spoken yet because you two were involved in conversation and I'm not rude enough to interrupt."

"The way you treat me I wouldn't know that."

"Okay," Cindy said loud enough to end our conversation and cause a few heads to turn in our tables direction. I glared at them and they immediately turned around. "How was everyone's day? I for one am ready to start senior year to get a head start on getting out of here."

Me and Jazmine's little spat was officially ended before it could get out of hand. As it turned out there was a lot I didn't know about my former best friend. The Jazmine I knew wouldn't have been bold enough to say anything about the fact that I had been rude and avoiding her for years.

Apparently, there was more about her that I didn't know than I had originally thought.

"Man, fuck school, I could be in da streets makin paper," Riley said stealing a chair from somebody who was about to sit down consequently causing them to fall and drop their food on themselves.

"Hey!" The typical nerdy looking white guy said looking up at Riley as he sat down at the end of the table closer to Jazmine and I. He pouted looked at me and I shrugged. He huffed and reached for his friend's hands that had eventually gotten up to help him.

I turned around in my chair as Jazmine looked at Riley with concern. "What's up Riley," she asked him in a genuinely concerned voice.

"Man, Ms. Saunders say she givin me detention for bein disrespectful."

We all turned to him and made faces that read what did you do. He sucked his teeth, "Man fuck y'all too all I told her was that the skirt was fittin right and smacked her ass," Cindy scoffed and shook her head. "What you coughin for homie you need a cough drop shit, it was a fuckin compliment she be wearin them pant that make it look like she shit her pants. Dooky booty lookin ass."

Caesar was trying to hold in his laughter and failing miserably.

SMACK

"Ow nigga! Fuck you do that for."

"Riley, you cannot go around disrespecting teachers like that."

Jazmine scoffed in the same way that Cindy had. "Your one to talk you always disrespect teachers, you can't expect your younger brother to do anything that you don't do."

I glared at her, "I am only disrespectful to teachers when they deserve it. Plus, I don't objectify women and break them down to how 'fat' there asses look or how big their breasts are. I have never objectified you."

Jazmine slammed her hand down on the table and stood up effectively pushing her chair back in the process. "You know what Huey. You are right. You don't objectify me. You just treat me like shit."

She turned and walked away from the table and out of the cafeteria.

Cindy was about to get up and follow her but thought better of it. "She'd do better being alone right now. Huey why do you always have to do that."

"Do what, McPhearson?"

"Woah man, you saw what just happened and you know what you have been doing. I have your back but you were wrong on this one."

As much as I wanted to be mad at him for siding with Cindy, I couldn't be because I knew they were both right. I talked to Jazmine as though we I haven't been treating her like the pork Grandad loves to eat. I needed to apologize to Jazmine and explain to her why I had been acting the way I had over the years.

I looked at the table and noticed she had left the drawing she had been working on behind.

I'll return this to her so I have an excuse to be at her house tonight. I sighed to myself until I remembered what happened before this ordeal.

Wait a minute… wasn't I yelling at Riley.

I turned to him and he had taken what was left of Jazmine's lunch tray and started eating. He looked up as he felt me looking at him.

"Can I help you, nigga?"

"No but grandad is going to help that ass when we get home."

"EWWW! Nigga you gay."

Sorry for posting late. I was going to post like last Monday but my computer restarted and I had to rewrite this chapter and I worked eight hours every day after that. Also, if you have a better Idea for a title to his chapter please PM me I blanked on a title for this one.