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Jazmine's POV

When Cindy left, what was left of my weekend went by pretty smooth.

I hadn't heard from Huey or Emmanuel since they had almost gotten into a fight on my doorstep. I think that they both thought that I needed space and while I wasn't necessarily angry I did appreciate it.

I held my books close to my chest as I walked through the halls of the school. I could hear whispers about me all around. There were either about Huey and I dancing at the party or about me and Emmanuel.

I don't know how anyone could have known about me and Emmanuel unless he had talked to his 'boys', by the time he showed up and we left the party together everyone that was there was drunk off their ass.

I ignored the whispers and continued my trek through the halls to my locker.

Conveniently, Cindy's locker was right across the hall from mine. When I saw that her and Caesar were standing in front of her locker talking. I detoured from my locker to talk them in the few minutes I had before homeroom.

"Hey guys, what's up."

Cindy turned to me with a grin on her face, "Your locker is what's up."

"Huh?" I turned around and immediately gasped at the sight before me.

My entire locker was covered in pink and white roses except a space where there was a card taped to it. I stepped towards my locker being embraced by the smell of fresh flowers. I gently pulled the card and the tape from the locker as to not destroy the beautiful bounty.

'Jazmine I'm sorry for the way I acted.

It wasn't right

Go out with me this Friday?

I promise it'll be tight.'

Manny

I smiled at the corniness of the note before it was snatched out of my hand by Caesar.

"Babe, what does it say?"

Caesar took my note and held it up above my head teasingly. I didn't even jump to get it and embarrass myself. Caesar was at least 6-foot-tall, I was 5'5 on a good day, it would have been pointless.

Caesar walked over to Cindy and they put their heads together to read it. Caesar started laughing and bent over with my note in his hand. I walked over to him and snatched out of his hand and put it into my open locker.

I grabbed my books and prepared to leave both Cindy and Caesar laughing at me. I turned at the sound of a smack.

"Ow, baby. You know that note was funny," Caesar said rubbing his head, "and you know you're heavy handed. You just can't smack me in the back of my head I probably have a concussion."

She ignored his moaning and groaning and walked over to me.

"C'mon Jazzy I'll walk you to class," she whispered in my ear and then turned around to shout at Caesar, "I'll see you at lunch baby, feel better."

I started walking towards my African American history class with Cindy latched on to my arm.

"Are you going to make fun of me too, Cin?"

"Oh, Jazmine stop being so sensitive. You have to admit that note was corny and Ceez is a rapper he can't help but to laugh at trash."

I pouted as we stopped outside my classroom door. "Maybe, I like corny."

"Yeah, I know corny likes corny."

"Shut up." I pushed her arm and she laughed.

"Seriously though, are you going to forgive Emmanuel because he put a few dozen flowers on your locker or are you going to hold out."

I opened my mouth to answer when the bell rang.

"Cindy, you're late."

"Oh girl, I have gym and my gym teacher is the basketball coach so I'm good. You go ahead in class but we will talk about this later."

I nodded and walked into my open classroom door.

From the way, the class looked up at me when I walked in the room I assume that Mr. Water's had started class early.

"Oh, how nice of you to join us Ms. DuBois. I'll excuse your tardiness since the bell just rang but, let's try not to make a habit out of this."

I nodded my head and headed to my seat with my head lowered. Did he have to make an example out of anyone that walked into the room? I walked past Huey and attempted to make eye contact but he wasn't looking my way.

I wonder what's wrong with him.

I sat in my seat two seats behind Huey. I started getting the notes for this class out of my bag when I knocked something off of my desk. I leaned over to pick it up.

Huh. I didn't notice this when I sat down.

"Okay class. Who can tell me what eurocentrism is?"

Mr. White looked around the classroom when no one raised their hand he looked for the most doe looking person in the classroom. When he looked in my direction I sunk lower in my seat. He had embarrassed me enough for today.

Please don't call on me! Please don't call on me!

"Mr. Thompson, can you answer my question?"

Jake flipped his blonde bang out of his eyes and sat up in his seat.

"Uh, is it when the world was centered around Europe."

"No, Mr. Thompson that is not what that is. But, nice try." He looked around his eyes remaining on my row. "What about you, Mr. Freeman? Would you like to answer my question?"

I could feel Huey raise his eyebrow.

"Was Jacob's answer not amusing enough for you, Mr. White?"

"Dude, my name's Jake and I tried. No need to be rude. We're all brothers anyway, right?"

Huey turned around and gave Jake a blank but deadly stare. "Wrong."

When Jake through his hands up in defense I tried to hide my snicker behind my hand. I didn't have to hide to much because most of the class laughed at Huey's tone.

Mr. White cleared his throat and our attention was drawn back to him.

"Mr. Freeman please just answer my question," he sighed.

Huey let out a sigh of his own and sat up straighter, which I honestly didn't think was possible.

"Eurocentrism is when you eliminate, marginalize, or emit the perspective of people of color, their contributions, their experiences, their history, et cetera. Which a notable example of is having an older white male teach a class on African American History. What could you possibly have to offer us that you did not have to learn about yourself? Also, another example of you emitting our perspective would be asking "Jake" about eurocentrism when everyone knows he is only taking this class because he 'accidentally' called someone a nigger and he is trying to make up for it by learning about us. Which is bull- "

"Okay Mr. Freeman, you have made your point and earned yourself a detention in the process."

"Whatever."

Mr. White continued with class without asking anymore questions. Most likely, to avoid any foolishness. I tried to be a studious student and take notes but eventually I got bored. I went to get some gum out of my bag to keep focused when I noticed the note I had dropped earlier.

Hey Jazz,

I finished your notecards and went to drop them by your house today but I assume you had already left. I don't know why I'm writing you this note when we are going to talk later. I guess just to let you know that I didn't forget about you this weekend and to apologize for the way I acted. I don't know what came over me. When you didn't text me this weekend I assumed you were really pissed and needed your space. But, if you're not mad at me anymore meet me on the hill after school we have some things we should talk about.

Huey

Wow, two notes in one day.

I tucked the note in my binder and pulled out my phone to text Huey when the bell rang indicating the end of class. Everyone got up and started gathering their things together.

"Remember class we will be having a test this Friday."

Everyone groaned audibly.

"If you studied then maybe this class wouldn't be so hard."

I rolled my eyes and gathered my stuff I wanted to catch Huey before he left class. But, when I looked up he was already gone.

Luckily, we had math next so I was going to make sure I talked to him then.

A/N: It's been awhile at least it feels that way I had intentions of making this longer but since I have no intentions of writing anymore tonight I decided to just post this. The little rant that Huey had was from a gif that I saw on my Tumblr from the show. I should post the next chapter Thursday and if not then I will definitely post next Tuesday.

P.S. Did anybody notice the title from the last chapter is from one of my favorite movies.