A/N: Sorry for not updating for over a month guys. I was thinking about discontinuing this story, but I think I'll continue it. Also, I didn't want Trigger Mike to lock me up in his dungeon. Scary place to be. Enjoy.
"Before class ends for the day, I would like to review what we had just covered. The civil war was caused by tensions between the North and the South because of what Mr. Garrison?"
"Shit" a young man huffed out, obviously not being the least bit interested in the lesson at hand, "Like I know."
"You should. It's part of your history." He sighed, frustrated at the lack of cooperation, "And the fact that we JUST went over it gives you no excuse."
"It's your history too ass."
"I understand that but…"
"Oh shut up and teach" the boy shouted out, "You annoy me."
The middle aged white man sighed "You people…"
"You people?" interjected the same young man, "What you trying to say there WHITE boy?"
"Look, Mr. Garrison, I meant no disrespect…dawg." He threw up an east coast gang sign that earned himself a roomful of laughter from majority of its occupants, "You feel me?"
"Uhhh…."
"The civil war was caused by the issue of slavery Mr. Montgomery." A familiar male voice boomed out from the back section of the class, "Since slavery couldn't be resolved by the federal government- they wanted to be liked by the North and South-, the states felt as if they had every right to have a say on whether or not slavery should be legal in their proximity."
"Mr. Freeman…" the man beamed, "Good answer."
"Also," Huey went on in the same monotone voice he had used before, "Your impersonation of black culture is highly stereotypical. One, we do not say "Dawg" any longer. It has been replaced by shorty or my "Nigga". Two, it's the very contradiction of yourself when having to stereotype us "people" as this incoherent and inarticulate beings but also defend your plea as a sign of no "disrespect."
"Huey…I-I-I-I…"
"Lastly, judging by your loss of words as of now…" he abruptly stopped to close his text book, "I feel as if this lesson is over."
"Huey…I was trying to be down homie."
"No" The elder freeman's face still void of expression, "I am not your "homie", say to speak, and you are supposed to educating us, not trying to be our damn friends."
"Huey…"
"This conversation is over."
"Huey…"
"Over."
"Huey…"
"Over."
"But HUEY…"
"Didn't you hear the man!?" came another familiar voice, "He said over!"
"Mr. Garrison, I am sure we can all talk this out. It's all a big misunderstanding."
His plea was as void as his apology and the students surrounding him knew it just as well as he did. "GET HIM!"
"Can we talk this out!" the middle aged white man screamed out as he backed away from the sudden ambush of teenagers heading his way, "I have a wife and child!"
"NO!"
"Please!" His whine was similar to one of a school girl begging for cookies, "DON'T HURT ME!"
His cries of defeat were being ignored as swiftly as they were given. His students were not interested in hearing anything the man had to say to them at the moment. They were more concentrated on getting the man's wallet, car keys and any other valuable items he may have had on his person. They figured that since he was a white middle class citizen, he must've had at least one thing they could have traded in for a stack or two.
"Wow Huey…you sure told Kyle."
The boy's only reply was a slight shrug and a "humph".
"I thought it was brave of you."
"Brave?"
The girl nodded and scooted her seat closer to the boy. His overpowering masculine scent tingling her senses as she did so. He smelt so…good. "You stood up to the white man."
"Many people before me have done the same thing Ebony" he stopped to eye her closely; wondering why she had moved closer to him, "Is there any reason you…"
"Obama or Hilary?" the Nubian goddess before him cut off. She knew he was on his way to some kind of rant so she took it upon herself to end it before it began, "I say Hilary."
Instead of his usual stoic expression, the elder Freeman graced her presence with one that read repugnance. It was as if he had tasted something sour and the bad, tart-filled taste still lingered on his tongue. Ebony knew that this conversation would strike a nerve.
"Why Hilary?"
His question was out right and held no skepticism. She was really expecting the Elder Freeman to defend his obvious choice. "I say her because she is a woman and has more experience in the political scene. She was first lady you know."
"That means nothing Ebony and you know it." The girl could sense a debate emerging, "Obama may be new to the whole political scene but at least he carries a trait most politicians lack now days."
"What's that?"
"Honesty. He isn't afraid to say how he feels and will do it in the most professional yet realistic way possible."
"Oh please Huey, save the dramatics." She rolled her eyes, "Obama is totally not capable of running for office. He offended everyone with his war comment and not to mention the whole controversy with his preacher. Hilary said she wouldn't have dared had a man of such caliber be her preacher."
"Yeah, that may be true." The boy leaned back against his chair and folded his arms behind his head. His arrogance being a tad bit obvious, "But this is also coming from a woman who contradicts herself. How can she possibly bash a preacher for being open and honest when she defended her cheating husband? He got impeached for getting head underneath the podium, so she rather fend for infidelity than honesty?" Huey shot a smirk at Ebony, "What a president she should be."
Touché Huey Freeman. Touché indeed. "You have a point there."
"Of course I do, and just a heads up…" the boy stood up swiftly as the school bell rang through out the school, signaling that the period had ended and it was time to start the next, "When you want to debate about something-especially politics- have your facts straight and not biased."
A small smiled played on the girls lips as she, too, stood to leave. "Huey Freeman" she followed him out the classroom door, completely ignoring her injured History teacher lying on the floor, stripped of his clothing and valuables, "You cease to amaze me."
"As do you Ebony Whitmill." He too played a small sexy grin as he stopped walking and turned to face the young teen, "If you're interested, we can continue this debate after school at the Jamba House ™."
Inwardly, the young teen felt like screaming out for joy. She had been "unofficially" asked out on a date by her crush, Huey Freeman. Outwardly, she casually smiled and extended a freshly French manicured hand, shaking his masculine one. "I'll love to; as long as you pay for the smoothies and coffee cake we eat. I'm a bit low on the money aspect."
"One smoothie each and we share a single slice of coffee cake." He compromised, "Deal?'
The girl smiled and nodded swiftly, trying to hide the obvious blush that crept along her chocolate shaded cheeks. "See you after school."
With a silent farewell heading towards the female, Huey began to walk away towards his next hated class; Spanish. He really didn't see the need for such a lesson when Spanish speaking Natives were required to speak English when they became naturalized as citizens of the United States; but hey, he couldn't change everything at once.
With a larger smile gracing the girl's glossy painted lips, Ebony began to walk towards her next class, "accidentally" walking past the exiting lunch period student's. On her way, she brushed past certain tangerine locked female her Hispanic friend. "Accidentally." With the same smile still gracing her lips, she mouthed an inaudible hello to the girls as she went on her way; telling them both that she was hiding something. Something that had to deal with the Afro-centric Huey Freeman himself.