"Stupid Ebony and Stupid Huey" a mulatto girl mumbled almost inaudibly to no one unparticular, "They make me both sick and…I just hate them both."

Another kick came towards the dented metal can lying in the middle of the lunchroom floor as audible sighs echoed through out area. The small soda can quickly sped across the freshly polished floor and rolled under a wooden table; to be forgotten and uncared about until the cleaning crew came to its rescue in order to put it out of its misery.

Another sigh of desperation rang through out the airwaves as peach colored hands ran through tangerine colored locks of hair, occasionally getting tangled within the untamed curls.

"Great! Now my hand is stuck in my dang on head!"

With a quick snatch, Jazmine freed her entangled hand and brushed the greasy residue left on it from the hair products embedded within. "I HATE THIS DAY!"

"Why?"

A slight jolt of electricity ran through the girl's body that caused a small yelp of terror to escape the girl's lips. She always hated it when people snuck up behind her and scared her. It irritated her to no end. With a low growl of sudden anger, she quickly spun around and became face to face with the proud Latina herself. "Ana!" she huffed out loudly, somewhat relieved and yet somewhat annoyed, "Don't do that!"

"Who you yellin' at chica?"

"You! Stop scaring me!"

"Girl" she stressed out the "I" in the word to let the mixed beauty know she was not feeling her current attitude, "You is lucky you my friend. I would have snatched yo nappy headed ass and put them bangs on you."

Jazmine sighed. "I'm sorry them alright? I'm just…not having the best day."

"Why not? You were fine this morning."

"Well things happen between mornings and now Ana."

The Latina rolled her eyes and fought back an urge to shank her attitude having friend with her spork. "Calm yourself down Jazzy. What happened?"

"Ebony is what happened!"

Ana grinned and let out a low chuckle. She had finally realized the root to her mulatto friend's quandary. "You have the Whitmill problem huh?"

Jazmine nodded her head erratically in response. "She is trying to get Huey!"

"Well she does like him."

Jazmine huffed loudly and began to stomp away towards the designated lunch table she and her friends usually sat at. "But I like him."

"The fight for him chica." The Latina sat down on the wooden bench next to her angry friend, "You known him longer."

"I know but Ebony…is…"

"A bitch?"

"YES!" the mulatto girl sighed as she let her head fall upon the shiny wooden table, "What am I going to do?"

"Get some advice."

"From whom?" her voice dripped of sorrow and desperation. It made Ana feel slightly depressed just by hearing it.

"That guy you know." She abruptly stopped to pull out a half eaten bag of Tortilla chips, beginning to smack and chew, "You know, the guy in the purple suit."

"Slick back!?" Ana nodded, "I can't call him."

"Why not?"

"He's a pimp! What is he going to possibly tell me?"

Ana shrugged slightly as her attention stayed on the baked corn chips before her "He knows females better than anyone."

"Soooo?"

The Latina sighed as she eyed the mixed girl annoyed. She was getting irritated by the fact that her friend wasn't getting her main point in the whole conversation. "Ask him what you should do."

"But…"

"If you won't call, I will."

"WHAT!?" The shriek filled the whole room as eyes fixated on the two females. For a moment, all attention was spotted on them and the flushed faces of both girls came to light .Everything from the pigment of pink shading their full cheeks to the light beads of sweat dripping down their faces were shown to the general public as the embarrassment displayed on their faces grew. Everything was brought to nothing lower than a whisper as eye brows and suspicion's heightened; the only thing that could possibly be running through the inquisitive student's minds was the questioning of the two girls sanity.

Moments later, the cafeteria was back to its normal state of chaos as the sudden out burst was now long forgotten. The tension, however, between the girls had not.

"Ummm" jasmine cleared her throat, "Back to our conversation."

"Call him."

"I can't"

"You can't or you won't?"

"Both." Jazmine said firmly, with bass in her tone.

Ana rolled her chocolate brown eyes while snatching the pink Hello Kitty ™ phone from the mulatto girl's backpack. "Well I'll call him."

"NO!" Jazmine shrieked out, attempting to grab the phone from the Latina's grasp, "Please don't!"

"Too late!"

PRINCESSLADYPRINCESSLADY

"Uh, excuse me bitch but you needs ta get off my lap"

"Sorry baby." A thick woman with a German accent apologized with sincerity, "I just want to spend time with you." She was one of A pimp name slick back's main hoes and the one of the few females that brought in the most cash. Apparently, men love foreign women.

"That's what these paying niggas are for. Now get yo big ass off my lap! Circulation of blood needs to flow through my legs!"

The girl smacked her lips and hesitantly got up to walk away; cringing slightly at the sudden outburst of her pimp asking for a ham sandwich.

"Bitches now days" he tsked loudly as he picked up his sudden ringing purple and gold phone, "Yello?"

"Slick back?"

"A pimp name slick back!"

"That's what I said."

"No, you said slick back!"

"What's the difference?"

"Everything!" he yelled out, "You have to say the whole thing!"

"So say slick back?"

"Say a PIMP named SLICK BACK!"

Giggles cascade through the other side of the receiver. "Okay, A PIMP named SLICK BACK, I need your help."

"First off, who the fuck is this?"

"Ana, Jazmine Dubois's friend."

The purple suited pimp let out a hearty laugh and crossed his legs to get comfortable. He was going to enjoy this. "Tom's little bitch...I mean daughter?"

"Yes."

"What can I do for you?"

"Jazmine likes Huey but another girl likes him and she wants to win him over. What should she do?"

A pimp named slick back laughed. "What do I look like to you? Is this Maury? Montel? Is this Ask Jenny? BITCH, WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU!?"

"Please, Jazmine needs advice from the great one."

Slick back grinned a Cheshire grin as his current ego grew. "Well, in that case. I'll help the little nappy headed mixed bitch win the afro revolutionist nigga bitch."

"Nigga Bitch?"

"Oh I'm sorry, pardon my language. Bitch Nigga is what I mean to say."

"Why do you call Huey a bitch nigga?"

"Because the afro wearing Martin Luther King thinking I have a dream speech nigga thinks he's the next Obama."

"He could be" Ana stated, earning a nod from the pimp.

"That's true but not the point! The point is the boy is a bitch nigga. He thinks he's so calm and cool but really he's a bitch nigga. I mean c'mon and think about Annie."

"Ana!" corrected.

"What ever bitch it's a name! Now back to the explanation. Huey can't be classified as a nigga for two reasons. One, he don't act like a nigga. Two, he don't fuck like a nigga. Plain and simple."

"Huey is probably a virgin."

"EXACTLY! Doesn't fuck like a nigga! Real nigga fuck and look at they dick as they do it. Real niggas eat the pussy."

"Some non-niggas eat pussy."

"Little bitch little bitch" slick back sighed, "Don't you get it? Real niggas don't eat the pussy for you. We eat it for us!"

"ANYWAY! Back on topic, advice for Jazmine?"

"Oh yeah, helping the nappy head girl get some dick from the "revolutionary." He emphasized revolutionary with his index fingers, "My advice is to open them legs up and let the boy dive in!"

"WHAT!" A different female voice yelped out over the phone, "How's that going to help me?"

"Jazmine? That you?"

"Yes Mr. Slick back sir."

"A PIMP NAMED SLICK BACK! BITCH GET THE NAME RIGHT!"

"Sorry. Now can you help?"

"I said spred them wide! Damn can't you hear? I ain't no tape recorder you know!"

"But…"

"But nothing! Now I gotta go. Bitches need to be put out. Holla!"