A/N: Hey guys, there are some changes I made to the story. I changed everything to third-person, I felt like this would be easier to write but I'm not sure which one is better. If I could get some reviews about which you would prefer that would be great! If you guys liked the story the other way I could change it back.

cutechibilolita: yeah I had already noticed that and other mistakes too, but I was too lazy to go change it since my computer lags to start lol. I was waiting til I posted another chapter to fix it but thanks for noticing and reviewing! I went over everything and I hope I fixed all the errors, I'm glad you like the story :)

DISCLAIMER: The Boondocks still isn't mine

Chapter 3

Jazmine was currently in the kitchen trying to avoid douche bag number six since he was in the living room and Sarah was in the shower. That's how she labeled all of them because she knew he would be gone within a week, just like numbers one through five.

Jazmine was at least grateful her mom could tell when a guy wasn't good enough for her, she just wished it didn't take a week for it to be noticeable. This was the third day in, Jazmine met him a day ago and she saw him for what he was within 20 minutes, her mom on the other hand was making googly eyes at him throughout their whole dinner.

Jazmine sighed as she went to the fridge to get a glass of fruit punch. After standing around by the counter too long she was tired, tired of trying to stay hidden. She didn't want to go to her room though, because that meant she would have to pass by the living room, and when she did she felt as if his eyes would burn a hole right through her.

She reached up to get a cup from the cabinets when the hairs on the back of her neck stood and she felt a presence behind her.

Jazmine turned around quickly to almost come face to face with the bastard douche number six himself. she gasped and tried to lean back as much as possible with her back already on the counter.

Great, now I get to add creep to the list of things wrong with...with... she thought to herself.

"No need to be scared of me Jazmine, I was just trying to help you reach a cup," he said with a creepy smile on his face.

Jazmine frowned, "I think I can manage getting a cup by myself, thank you."

"You keep on acting like this, but know that you're gonna have to get used to me. I'm gonna be here for a long time," he replied smirking.

At this point Jazmine had reached her cup and turned to face him, "Listen here... you, you might think you're going to be here a long time, but you're not. My mom will see you for the piece of shit you are soon enough and you'll be out of here. No one sticks around for that long and I'll be dammed if you're the guy that she ends up with because so far you're the worst out of the ones I've met."

Jazmine was disgusted that he would even approach her the way he was right now with her mother being in the next room. What's wrong with this guy? she thought to herself as she walked the fridge to get her juice. She was so caught up in her thinking she didn't realize he hadn't even left the kitchen and he was stalking after her.

Jesse? Jorge? Jet? What's his name dammit!

He stopped coming towards her suddenly when the bathroom door was heard being opened. "Jasper! I'm sorry I'm taking so long hun! I'll be out in thirty minutes!" yelled Sarah from the bathroom. Seeing no threat, Jasper continued to inch his way towards Jazmine.

Jasper. Of course his name is Jasper, that name totally fits a potential rapist or murderer. Jazmine snapped out of her thoughts when she realized how close he seemed to be getting. Her eyes widened at the realization that she might be in trouble, she was about to bolt when he reached out and grabbed her by her arm.

She was about to scream, but next thing she knew she couldn't cry out. He had his arm across her neck, chocking and lifting her, she had her back on his chest and stomach with her feet dangling and kicking wildly trying to find solid ground.

She felt his free hand go under her shirt. She felt his fingers slide on her stomach and make their way to her chest. I can't believe this is happening to me, please don't let this happen to me Jazmine thought as she started blacking out. Suddenly before everything went dark she heard a faint knock at the front door.

She felt the ground underneath her as Jasper dropped her. She started taking deep breaths and heaving from the lack of oxygen. The knocking continued and Jazmine lifted herself up by grabbing on to the counter.

"Come in!" she screamed hoping to get someone in the house so Jasper would leave her alone.

Aunt Cookie stepped into the apartment, "Hey honey, how are-" she stopped abruptly when she noticed Jazmine breathing heavily and looking pale with a strange man standing behind her.

Aunt Cookie narrowed her eyes, "Is something going on here?" she asked.

Jazmine turned around and looked at the man and he gave her a look Aunt Cookie couldn't really make out.

"Oh, n-nothings wrong here, is there something I could help you with Aunt Cookie?" Jazmine asked turning back around to face her.

"Yes honey, I just came back from my walk to the grocery store and was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me so you could help me carry these bags home. I'll make you one of those strawberry milkshakes you love so much once we get to my house," she replied smiling at Jazmine.

"Of course, I'd love to Aunt Cookie," she replied and ran off to her room to get her shoes.

Once she left Aunt Cookie's face got dark and stern as she stared at Jasper, Jazmine had said that nothing was going on but Aunt Cookie knew better. She didn't like the vibe this man was giving off.

"and you are?" she asked him.

"Forgive me for being rude, my name is Jasper, I'm Sarah's friend," he said extending his hand, "nice to meet you."

Aunt Cookie hesitated but shook his hand anyway, "I go by Cookie, I'm the one that looks after Jazmine when her mother gets distracted." she said the last part with distaste.

At this point Jazmine had come running out the room ready to go, "I'm ready now, lets go," she said practically running out of the house. Aunt Cookie just stared after her in curiosity but stepped out after her and shut the apartment door. Jazmine was reaching down to pick up most of the grocery bags off the floor and Aunt Cookie grabbed the few left and they started walking the two blocks to her house.

"Jazmine, honey, are you sure nothing was going on before I came?" asked Aunt Cookie worriedly

Jazmine who seemed to be in a daze snapped out of it, "I'm fine, really," she smiled, "I'll just be better when he's gone, he'll be gone soon anyways... I know somethings on your mind though Aunt Cookie, when you visit us you usually come visit during the morning, not at seven."

Aunt Cookie chuckled, "observant girl," she said, "I stopped by to let you know that I'm throwing a celebration for Cairo's birthday tomorrow at my house, he fussed and said he didn't want one but I'm making him one anyways. Also I figured I would wait til you had a strawberry milkshake in front of you to help you calm down a bit, but... Robert and the boys are going to be in Chicago by tonight."

Jazmine stopped walking and just stared at Aunt Cookie with shock.

"This means that they will be staying at my house and they will be at tomorrow's celebration," Aunt Cookie continued, "and I know you and Huey left off on bad terms, but it would really hurt Cairo if you didn't come. I just figured I'd tell you the news of them being there now then just have you show up and throw a fit," She smiled

They continued walking with Jazmine looking down and not saying much. Jazmine knew when she saw Huey it would be like a new world war. She could already picture the glares he would give her throughout the entire evening, the way he could mutter insults in that cold voice of his, tearing at you like a knife. Huey Freeman knew what he was doing when he insulted you, he knew exactly how to get to you. He would figure you out and wouldn't hold back at all when he was trying to hurt you.

"I really don't want to see Huey, I don't want to be in that position. He's going to be so mad at me. I would hate it when he would get mad because I could see the displeasure he had towards other people. It would scare me. He never looked at me like he would look at people who got him angry or hurt him. I don't want to ever see him look at me like that," Jazmine muttered looking at Aunt Cookie.

"Now Jazmine, you and I both know that you are not the same little girl you were before. This city changes you. You were exposed to the things you didn't used to see. You grew stronger, you weren't necessarily alone, but you only had your mother to look out for you. I love Huey, but I know sometimes he does tend to go too far. I also know that my baby Jazmine will kick his ass to the curb and tell him off before things get too far," Aunt Cookie replied.

This caused Jazmine to start laughing, "Man, I better be getting two or three milkshakes for going through with this party thing."

Aunt cookie stopped walking and looked at her, "Excuse me?" She asked

"Um... I mean if you wouldn't mind ma'm I'd be blessed if I were able to get more than one of your amazing milkshakes," Jazmine replied.

"That's right," said Aunt Cookie. Both started laughing and continued on to their destination.

A few hours later...

Huey knocked on Aunt Cookies door tired as hell, he just wanted to get some sleep. He was tired of hearing Riley and Robert complaining the whole way here. The last complaint from them being that granddad's old wrist would crack from putting so much pressure knocking on doors and Riley saying that only gay niggas knocked, real niggas walk in cause they own this bitch.

Huey sighed as he waited for the door to open, his arms about to give out from carrying so much luggage.

Aunt Cookie opened the door with smile on her face, "Robert! Boys! Come on in! You must be tired."
She let them in the house and they set their luggage down.

"I didn't expect ya'll for another hour," Aunt Cookie told them as she led them to the kitchen.

Huey noticed two cups of milkshakes on opposite sides of the dinning table.

"Oh, I'm sorry I hope we didn't interrupt anything," said Granddad also noticing the extra cup.

"No it's fine I just had-" Aunt Cookie stopped talking when she heard the bathroom toilet flush and the door open.

Jazmine walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed an afro, it was Huey. She felt her heart beating a thousand miles a minute and her palms started sweating. He had his back turned, Jazmine was thinking of slipping out the side door when he fully turned around to face her.

"Jazmine?"

A/N: I left it hanging, and for those of you reading you probably all hate me haha, but not to worry the next chapter will come soon. I hope reviews come soon too :)