"That…"
"Say it…"
"My daddy says it isn't lady like."
"SAY IT!"
"THAT SKUNK BAG!"
"Feel's good right."
The mullato girl nodded in between slight pants of frustration and anger. The pigmentation of her-once- fair cheeks had become similar to the coloration of the blood that coursed through her veins. The temper that flared throughout her very being had become as heightened as her blood pressure had swelled up in anger and irritation in the past few moments. Usually, the mixed beauty would have never allowed herself to become so frustrated and agitated by a single person; but this was an exception. Her nemesis of almost two years had taken it too far. She wasn't exactly sure what the chocolate brown kissed Ebony Whitmill had done exactly, but she was more than certain it had something to do with the revolutionary himself.
"I cannot believe that…."
"That what!?"
"WHORE!"
The Latina smiled. "You're finally getting it Jazzy baby." She extended a slender arm around the neck of the fuming Jazmine, "Nice girls always finish last. Ebony is direct and upfront. I say you need to go to war to get what you want."
"I don't know how to fight." An expression of embarrassment and shyness embellished the face of the mullato beauty. "I never learned."
A perplexed look was given by the Hispanic young woman as she searched her friend's eyes for any amount of truth she may have been hiding. She found none. "You can't fight Jazmine?"
She shook her head no as a reply, allowing her tangerine locks to swing side to side in response to her actions. "My daddy says fighting is never the answer. He says all battles should be handled with words and not fists."
Ana sighed. It was just like Tom to say some dumb shit like that. "This is an exception Jazmine. If you stand back, Ebony will have Huey in a matter of days; hours even if she decides to throw her V-card out at him."
"V-card?"
"Virginity?"
"Oh." Jazmine sighed in response, finally getting what the "V" in V-card meant. Ana knew right then and there that Jazmine had hung out in the suburbs far too long.
"Chica, you need to fight for your man."
"How? IF I FIGHT HER, I'LL GET CREAMED!"
Ana thought for a moment and suddenly remembered an important detail. "Follow your friend's advice."
"A pimp named Slick back?" Ana nodded and Jazmine repulsed, "NO WAY!"
"Why not!?"
"I'm no whore Ana." She abruptly stopped the conversation to enter the classroom of her next period teacher, "I won't downgrade myself for anyone."
"Giving up your virginity is not downgrading stupid." Ana sat down next to her friend, purposely ignoring the stares that were suddenly given by their fellow classmates for their tardiness and semi-personal conversation, "You plan to give it to Huey anyway."
"Doesn't mean I want to do it now."
"Jazmine, if you don't spread those legs, Huey will be with Ebony."
Silence rented the room and it occupants as the mullato girl in question began to go into deep thought. The thought of her giving herself away for a moment of love and tenderness didn't appeal to her in any shape or form; but she had to take the fact that it wasn't any random fuck with a Joe Shmoe, it was Huey Freeman. If she had to choose any male in the cosmos, she would have most definitely chose Huey Freeman. A man she had known since ten years of age. A man she had seen mature- when he really didn't need to for he was already wiser beyond his years- over the years. A man she had deeply become attached to on both an emotional and physical level. A man she had finally convinced herself that she was in love with.
The sound of a person clearing their throat echoed throughout the thickly silenced room as full attention became directed to the front of the room. "If you two late birds are done with your conversation, I think we should get on with class; wouldn't you agree Mrs. Dubious?" It was the Art teacher Mrs. Kimble. She may have been a sweet middle aged lady, but she didn't like to be interrupted during the middle of a lesson- focused on a subject pertaining more to sex than the art of the renaissance period- for some nonsense.
"Sorry Mrs. Kimble." Jazmine mumbled softly, "You may continue now."
The woman plastered a smile of satisfaction upon hr face as she became faced towards the black bored once again. "Now that I have Ms. Dubois' blessings, we can continue our lesson on the art of passion."
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"There are two ways to say "Hello" in Spanish."
Hola and Que Pasa are various examples. I know.
"Two examples would be "Hola" and "Que Pasa."
No shit. The Afro-centric sighed out of boredom. "So bored." He mumbled almost inaudibly as he gently laid his head down atop of the desk; bringing the hood of his jacket over his head- and afro- to shield his soon to be slumber. Half the class was already in the same position, so one more addition to the guild wouldn't hurt. Besides, Spanish wasn't the revolutionary's thing. He would have rather have taken Latin or Japanese, but certainly not Spanish. It was not the revolutionary's thing. This was the only class the elder Freeman didn't mind getting a failing grade in.
"Now here are the colors in Spanish." the teacher continued, "Rosa is what class?"
Pink.
"It's pink!" she exclaimed out, since no one answered her question in the past few moments. She sighed, "Verde is what?"
Green
"Anyone?" she tried to get some amount of cooperation out of the students. "Verde? Verde? Verde?"
"Green!" Huey shouted out, finally having enough of her constant repetition.
The woman smiled. "Great job Huey. Now for the rest of class period." She paused to look at the clock, "All forty-minutes worth, do the assignment on page 345."
Homework…if I feel up to it that is.
"If not finished, you know what it is."
Huey sighed and fixated his position in order to find himself comfortable. He was paying no amount of attention to the woman's reply and focused himself on trying to get in a forty minute nap; but before he could fully allow his mind to be at ease, his cell phone vibrated-signaling that he had received a text message. With a low groan, the young revolutionary pulled out the device and looked at the caller I.D. It was Jazmine. With a silent press of the green button placed on his phone, he opened the text.
Hey Huey, Don't know if you're busy but I wanted to ask you something.
What R you doing aftr skool?
Jazzy Pha A.K.A Winnie Pooh
With a sigh, Huey brought up his phone for better access to the number/letter pad. Flipping up the top layer of his sidekick ™, he began to type.
I'll be going with Ebony to the Jamba House for a smoothie and to discuss current events. Why?
The next Malcolm X extraordinaire.
By clicking the "SEND" option on his phone, Huey sent the message to the phone of Jazmine. Not expecting to hear back from her for a couple of minutes, the elder Freeman resided his head back atop of the desk; only to bring it back up by the familiar vibration.
Damn she types fast. The boy opened the message.
Oh. Can I come along? I know some current events. It'll be fun. PLZ!?
Jazzy Pha A.K.A Winnie Pooh
He sighed and began to type again.
Sure Jaz. Just don't say anything that would downgrade your intelligence.
The next Malcolm X extraordinaire.