A/N: Thanks for the reviews once again guys, keep em' comin. You are my motivation to keep this story rollin'.

Disclaimer: [INSERT THE OBVIOUS HERE or yeah and I don't own the song Jazmine sings later on this chapter either. That song is courtesy of Madvillain and Stones Throw records.

Chapter 3: A Playa Jus' Tryin' 2 Git In Dem Jeans!

After school, in the student parking lot…

The gang found themselves enjoying the pleasant breeze from the autumn skies. Riley, Caesar and Huey sat on top of the black Nissan Sentra. Cindy and Jazmine sat on top of a pink 2005 Volkswagen Jetta. Jazmine was caught up in another daydream about Huey until she noticed Riley staring at her…once again.

'Why can't Huey ever stare at me like that? Then again Riley is practically drooling over me…' she rolled her eyes.

Meanwhile the three young men on the Sentra were busy discussing how much 'fun' they had in their first period class today.

"Man, now we got three 3 days of detention fo' cussin' out Mr. Fillmore!" Riley frowned.

"No, you have three, Caesar and I only have one." Huey corrected his younger brother. "We didn't act all nigga-ed out like you."

"So, what are you guys up to this weekend?" Cindy chirped

"Chi meditation." Huey said hopping off the hood of his car. Riley sucked his teeth at Huey as he watched his older counterpart search for his car keys.

"Well I'm playin' Playstation." Riley grinned, fronts sparkling in the sunlight.

"I'm goin' write some lyrics and some new Yo Momma jokes!" Caesar replied.

"Well I dunno what I'm doin'…since my parents are going to New York City this weekend." Jazmine said in a monotone voice.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the mixed girl like she was a maniac, except for Huey of course.

"Oh snap! You gonna be home-alone all weekend?" Riley asked putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah…" she half-smiled, gently throwing Riley's arm from off of her shoulder.

"Word, so you gonna throw a party, right?" he now place his ripped arm around her waist.

"I dunno, daddy would be pretty mad…"

"Look all you gotsa to do is trust me. Riley Esco!" he then gave Jazmine's derriere (sp?) a nice firm squeeze.

"RILEY!" she shrieked and double-slapped him. "I'm going home!"

She did a 180 on her heels and yanked her driver's door opened.

"Can you gimme a ride too?" Cindy asked as she hopped off the trunk.

"Sure let's go!" Jazmine yelled over the engine that was roaring like a pack of lions.

"See you boys later!" Cindy yelled as she threw up the peace sign. The car then peeled out of the parking lots, leaving the three boys in exhaust smoke.

"Smooth move, pimpin'!" Caesar teased.

"Man I'm gonna git into dem jeans this weekend!" Riley yelled to the clouds.

"Well are we going to just stand here or what?" Huey said tapped his foot impatiently.

"C'mon let's go then and Granddad said I get to drive home!" Riley jumped into the driver's seat.

"WHAT THE HELL?! You are not even old enough to drive, you don't even have your permit yet…" Huey yanked Riley out of the driver's seat.

"So, man stop bein' a hater!" Riley growled as he dusted off his tall white tee. "Shit man you almost made me scratch up my jewelry!"

"Right, you mean the jewelry you stole from…" Riley cut him off.

"Nigga hush!"

"Why are you stealing so much stuff?" Huey asked his younger brother.

"Cuz man, I gotta show em' what I got! Gotta show em' what road I represent!" Riley grinned.

"Yes you hafta rep Timid Deer Lane!" Caesar laughed.

"Shut it, punk!" Riley yelled. Huey just chuckled to himself as he started the car. As Huey back out of his parking spot, his cellphone started to vibrate.

"Hello?" Huey greeted his caller.

"Sup Huey! Wuts really good nigga?!" the rough voice spoke over the phone.

"Who is this? Man this better not be Leeroy because for the last time I don't have any crack!"

"What? This Ed the fourth son!" Ed laughed.

"Oh…right" Huey head butted the steering wheel.

"But anyways I heard that your next door neighborhood is throwin' a PAR-TAY!"

'Damn, rumors spread through this school fast'. Huey thought to himself. "No she's not, you heard wrong." Huey then flipped his phone shut.

"Man who be blowin' ya phone up?!" Riley asked.

"No one." Huey focused back on the road.

"And that's why his ass is still a virgin!" Riley whispered to Caesar.

Meanwhile in Jazmine's car…

"Cindy, why'd you come back to Woodcrest?" Jazmine randomly asked. "You missed all of your high school years here practically."

"Cuz gurl…I came back for my man!" she cooed.

"And who would that be?"

"Huey."

Jazmine instantly slammed on the brakes.

"W-what did you say?!" Jazmine growled through gritted teeth.

"I was kiddin' chill." Cindy said nervously. Jazmine's gritted teeth turned back into a cute innocent smile.

"Oh okay!" Jazmine started driving once again, ignoring the honking horns behind her.

"But my rents just decided that Woodcrest was the best place to live." Cindy sighed. She missed living in Elmont, Long Island, New York.

"Yea it is, I love Woodcrest. It's really safe here! No worries…" Jazmine was interrupted by gunfire between two gangs on a nearby basketball court.

"Peaceful huh?" Cindy smirked.

"Anyways…" Jazmine smiled changing the subject. "we have so much catching up to do."

"Why do you still like Huey?" Cindy whispering with a big smile across her face.

"He's just so wonderful, smart, strong, cute…" she started daydreaming.

Jazmine was in her daily-daze thinking of Huey but it was definitely at the wrong time…

"LOOK OUT FOR THAT TRUCK!" Cindy instantly grabbed control of the wheel and saved the two of them from an untimely injury or possible death.

"DuBois! You need to pay attention! You almost got us killed!!!" Cindy yelled with tears in her diamond blue eyes.

"I'm sorry…it's just Huey means the world to me." she blinked and instant streams of tears fell from her eyes.

"I understand and don't worry. He'll see what you're worth soon enough." Cindy patted Jazmine on the shoulder.

"So do you want me to drive the rest of the way to my house?" Cindy offered.

"Yes, please." Jazmine sniffed. They pulled over and switched positions.

"This car is so BALLIN'!" Cindy said in awe. "You're so spoiled…"

However Cindy noticed she was being ignored as the young mulatto girl adjacent to her began to sing.

"Give me a little bit, a little bit,
Just a little bit of your love,
Pieces of the dreams that I pick up in my mind
is not blind, of our love…" a tear dropped down her emerald eyes once again.

"Everyday when I look into your brown eyes
I get high, on our love…
Pieces of the dream that I pick up in my mind
is not blind, of our love
Everyday when I look into your brown eyes
I get high, on our love

I, I get high, look in your, brown eyes
I get high-iiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiigh
Higher, higher, hi-igher, -igher
-igher, -i-igher, higher, you make me higher
I fly (I fly) I fly (I fly)
I fly (I fly) up high
I fly - take me there, I fly - take me there
I fly…" she sighed as she noticed the once bright blue sky was now replaced by a gray depression.

"Wow Jazzy, that was deep." Cindy said while stopping at a red light.

"I know." Jazmine was really at a lost of words. Suddenly she felt something on her hip vibrate.

"Hello." Jazmine answered her pink T-Mobile Sidekick 3.

"Aye gurl!" the voice chirped over the line.

"Yes Riley…" Jazmine growled.

"Uh…are you on yo period or somethin'?!" Riley asked, trying to sound concerned.

"No, just got other things on my mind."

"Oh well I was just callin' to let you know that you need to throw dat party this weekend!"

"Riley, I cant!"

"Stop bein' a scary nigga!"

"I'm not bein' a scary nigga, I'm just…" her voice started to tremble.

"SCARED! Well it's okay I'll just let the whole school know that you was too scared to throw a lil' ol' party!" Riley teased.

"It has nothing to do with freight. I just respect my parents."

"Whatever, I'll give ya sometime to think about it." Riley then hung up his line.

"Who was that?" Cindy asked as she pulled into her driveway.

"Riley." Jazmine rolled her eyes. "He still tryin' to get me to throw a party!"

"Jazzy, I think you should."

"WHY?! Daddy definitively wouldn't approve of such a thing!"

"But think about it, it'll boost your rep, you'll have oodles of fun and you can finally tell Huey how you feel!" Cindy smiled and winked.

"That's right! I can finally get the love of my life and boost my rep…" Jazmine then looked up at the gray sky. 'I could careless about my rep. I just want Huey Freeman to notice me.'

Later that night, At the Freeman Residence…

"Granddad, what are you watching?" Huey arched his eyebrow as he notice three rather large derrieres on their 42" Philips LCD television.

"BOOTY BUTT CHEEKS!" Granddad grinned.

"Wow Granddad you would think after seven years you would be tired of this filth." Huey bit into an apple.

"Well excuse me for tryin' to enjoy my last six months on God's green Earth!" Granddad frowned.

"You are going to have more than six months to live…I'll find a way." Huey took a deep bite into the apple.

Silence filled the room for about thirty seconds until…

"Holy shit! Guess what Huey?!" Riley ran down the stairs yelling, falling halfway down. "Ow!"

"You're going to actually apply yourself in life?" Huey grinned.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiit!"

"All I KNOW is Riley better stop that cussin' in my house or he's gonna earn himself an ass-whuppin'!" Granddad said firmly holding his 'gat'. (since Riley likes to use street terms that what Granddad refers to his belt as)

"Ok I'm sorry for cussin…shit." Riley quickly covered his mouth. He got up and ran for cover.

"That's it! Get over here!" Granddad gained Godspeed to actually catch Riley and began to whoop his ass, literally. Huey just laughed silently as he noticed his family haven't changed one bit.

5 minutes later…

"Ah my a-" Riley noticed Granddad was staring him down. "I mean my butt is so sore!"

"So what was you going to tell me?" Huey asked.

"Oh Jazzy is throwin' a party!"

"Wow, that's unbelievable…I'm going to go study now." Huey said, uninterested.

"But think of all the hoes that's gonna be there!" Riley licked his lips.

"Riley, not all women are hoes!" Huey corrected him. How many times do I have to tell you this?"

"Whatever, nigga!" I'm goin' to finish my little essay for Fillmore's class." Riley then ran into the computer room.

"Either that or he's going to Huey shook his head.

Looks like Jazmine has a plan to win Huey's heart. Will it be full of win or full of loss? Also The Gang has a very important paper due tomorrow. Will they finally be able to convince to Mr. Fillmore that black people are just as good as white people Find out in Chapter 4: Operation: F.I.R.E./The Sub

A/N: Wow this chapter is long, but definitely worth it. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. By the way the name of the song Jazmine was singing is called "Eye" and it's performed by Stacy Epps. She has a beautiful voice...if you wanna hear the song it's on my Myspace music page

and check out The Boondocks song on there too, it's FIYAH!!!

One love,
Operation: Doomsday

P.S.- I'm not a racist or anything. So don't be offended by Mr. Fillmore's character. He's just a symbol of something that's still alive and will never die unfortunately. RACISM.