A/N: Thank you all for your supportive feedback and comments. I've been avoiding this story because I had writer's block. But now, I'm back and ready to continue with the story. And about the ages. I thought Huey was two years older than Jazmine. It turns out that he is two years older than Riley. My mistake. The correct ages as of now are:

Huey, Cindy and Jaz: 16 (although I prefer Huey older….I'll make him 17. Their birthdays can't be on the same date right?)

And riley and the rest of the character's ages are the same.

Last Note to Young Neil: Sorry, but I am not of any Hispanic decent. I am African-American. (A Nubian goddess if you will)

Now without any further ado, here is Chapter 3!

The rough texture of the page lingered on a girl's finger as her colored eyes gazed at its wording. Information of what she needed to know was locked within its comprehension and she desperately needed to grasp it before her time ran out. She was already thirty minutes into her project and only had about ten left. That left only five minutes of spare time she had left to finish her "main" objective. She desperately wanted to pick up her pink pen while grabbing a sheet of paper and get to writing. But she knew she couldn't. Notes wouldn't write themselves, highlighters wouldn't highlight for her, and she definitely knew a report wasn't going to write itself. But neither was a love letter.

She took a brief moment to look up from her page to stare at the boy sitting across from her. He was reading a book, "African Americans and the society of today." It was typical for him to read something of that genre and it made the girl smile. Not a typical mile but the big "I'm in love" smile. The ones girl's get when they day dream about the guy they "wish" they could have. Jazmine was no exception.

Shaking her head erratically, trying to get back into focus, Jazmine went back to the wording on the page; once again reading and making side comments beside it. On mistake, she wrote Huey's name and scribbled tiny hearts around it. She didn't notice it at first because she was too lost in reading. Her delicate stroke of the pen, on the other hand, had its own agenda.

"Jazmine?"

Her thoughts came to a halt as she stopped reading to look up at the voices owner. It was Huey.

"Y-yea?"

"It's almost time to go. You finish yet?"

Jazmine quickly looked down at her notes and at her book, finally noticing her written declaration of love for Huey. With a blush of crimson flooding to her cheeks, she quickly erased her loves name from the book and closed it; once again making eye contact with the elder Freeman once finished. "Yea…I just need to do a bit more research online but I'll do that at home."

"Alright…" his reply was nonchalant and he began to gather is supplies to leave, "Well good luck on the project Jazmine."

"You're leaving?"

He nodded. "I missed Trig so I have to get the work I missed."

"But, I still need your help."

Huey sighed. "Jazmine…"

"Please!" she whined, desperately trying to get the boy to stay, "

"Jazmine don't whine. It makes you seem weak and defenseless."

The girl pouted slightly as she glazed her eyes over with the infamous puppy dog pout. She hoped it would work in order to get Huey to stay with her just a bit longer. But it back fired. Instead, it just made him raise his eye- brow and question her methods.

"You okay?"

"Yes…" she answered in a child's voice, "What makes you ask?"

"You look constipated."

Jazmine mentally slapped herself and let her head fall atop of the closed book she was just reading. "I'm fine." She whispered through it exterior, "Never mind the look just…"

"HUEY FREEMAN!" a voice interrupted, "What you doing in here!?"

Jazmine shot up in a heart beat to the sound of her intrusion's voice. It was a female's voice that could only belong to one girl in the entire school. Ebony Whitmill. She was an exact duplicate of the elder Freeman brother only in female form. She was political, real, honest, a total feminist, and a down right proud African-American female. She was pretty cool people and was easy to get along with. Her personality was bright, she was funny and intelligent. She even had sass mixed in with class. But the Dubois girl didn't favor the "ebony" girl, when, usually, she liked anyone and everyone. It was all because of one main reason. She too wanted Huey.

"Hey Ebony" he greeted and gave her a small hug, "What's up?"

"Nothing much my brotha' just wonderin' what you doing in here."

"I was helping Jazmine out with her Black History report."

"Awww!" she squealed and smiled at the mulatto girl, earning a slight fake smile from her, "How cute. Little Jazzy needs help on her Black History."

"Yea I do." She shot back with a hint of attitude, "Now if you'll excuse Huey and I, we have to finish…"

"But it's your report. You have to do it. Huey was just helping. You don't need him as an anchor all the time Jazmine."

"I wasn't using him as one Ebony."

"Looks like it to me Jazz" she smiled, "That's what's wrong with black females today. They think they need a man to help them with every little thing."

Huey chuckled slightly. "Ebony, she really did need help. The girl didn't even know who George Washington Carver was."

"HEY!" Jazmine exclaimed to the fit of giggles she received suddenly from Ebony, "I did too! Huey why would you lie like that!?"

"Jazmine, you said he was the peanut man."

"HE MADE PEANUT BUTTER!"

"So that makes him the peanut man?" Ebony giggled out, "Oh, Jazmine, you cease to amaze me with your lack of knowledge about your race."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think? You're a smart girl, figure I out."

"You know what Ebony…"

"Ladies" Huey's voice rumbled through the airwaves and broke the sudden tension between the two, "Let's keep this civil and non-hostile."

Jazmine crossed her arms over her chest and began to mumble inaudibly. She hated it when he took her side. It was as if he didn't even take it into consideration to the fact that she started it all.

"Sorry Huey." Ebony sighed out.

"Yea….me too."

"Now you two apologize to each other."

"WHAT!?" They both cried out in unison, "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Huey sighed as he began to massage his forehead. It was a way to relive the sudden stress build up. "Just do it."

"But she…"

"Jazmine."

"But…"

"Jazmine."

"BUT…"

"Jazmine!" he yelled out, "Just apologize so I can go."

The orange puffed hair girl was taken back slightly by the boy's sudden change in demeanor and took it was a hint to quickly shut up. She knew Huey was getting upset and was tired of the bickering she and Ebony were doing. But she felt he didn't have a right to yell at her. If he was going to yell at someone, it should have been Ebony.

"Sorry…Ebony."

"Sorry Ebony what?"

Jazmine cringed slightly at the girl's cockiness. "Sorry Ebony Whitmill."

"Sorry Ebony Whitmill what?"

"Ebony" Huey shot her his usual stoic and stern look, "Don't push it."

This time, it was her turn to be quiet and become timid. Jazmine liked it and laughed inwardly. "Sorry Huey and Sorry Jazmine."

"Good. Now that we go that done, I'm leaving."

"But Huey!" Jazmine and Ebony both called out in unison, earning nasty looks from one another.

"Yes?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

"I wanted to do that too!" Jazmine countered.

"Ask me next period Ebony and you ask me at lunch Jazmine. I have to go." He paused and took out his sudden ringing cell phone, "I have to take this. Bye."

With silent farewell's to the sexy Freeman brother walking away, both girl's quickly looked at one another and gave each other deathly glares.

"See what you did!"

"I did nothing Ebony. You were being a biyotch."

"Oh shut up white girl and just say bitch you bitch."

"I am not a bitch!"

Ebony smirked and cocked her hips to the side. "You're right. You don't deserve the title bitch. You aren't black enough."

That struck a nerve and sent Jazmine back. It gave her memories of her elementary school years when the kids would make fun of her mixed complexion while deciding on whether or not calling her white girl was appropriate or not. .She couldn't help it that she was born in between and not one or the other. She, deep down, was just as black or white as any of the kids there. She even cried once because the harsh words thrown at her became too much. The children didn't realize it then, but the insults that were masked as jokes really took a toll on the mulatto girl's self esteem. Even with words of comfort and love from both her mother and father, she still couldn't get over it and decided to bottle it up so it could be forgotten. But Ebony struck that nerve she forgot she had and brought those painful memories and unresolved issues to surface. Issues and memories the mullato girl thought she resolved a long time ago.

"What…did you say?"

"I said you don't deserve the title of bitch because you aren't black enough."

"I am just as black as you are Ebony."

"Yea right." She scoffed, "You are only as black as your skin color."

"Coming from the bitch that is too damn dark to make fun of skin color."

Ebony gave Jazmine a surprised look at her sudden change of attitude, but didn't allow her amazement to show. "Don't get mad at me hoe." She shot back, trying to gain her composure back, "You're just mad because Huey wants me."

"No he doesn't! He wants a girl with class."

"Like you got some."

Jazmine rolled her eyes. "Just stay away from my man!"

"Not if I get him first."

"Trust me, you won't"

Ebony grinned evilly as she turned around and began to walk away, with the loud ringing of the bell signaling to her that her next class was her destination. "We'll see Jazmine. Just know that Huey will be mine and all you'll be is second best. That's all your worth anyway."