A/N: Yeah, yeah… I know I haven't been doing anything for the longest time… and I've been EXTREMELY lazy over the break… but I did manage to squeeze out another chapter before I go back to school! By the way guys... I LEGITLY need you to review! The reason why I haven't worked on this story is because I don't know if people actually like this story! If you like it, just send me a review... even if it's only one word with "Good." or "Butts." in it. I'm really not picky because anything counts. Okay, enough of me begging, here's my story!

Chapter Three: The Subtle Clues

"Riley Freeman."

The girl behind the counter looked up at Huey, and then back to her magazine. "It ain't visiting hours," she replied, turning a page and popping her gum.

"I'm not here to visit him; I'm his lawyer. He told me to come up here because he's being questioned."

She looked him up and down. "Lawyers gotta come durin' visiting hours, too."

Huey sighed. "If you're being questioned, you have a right to an attorney, i.e. me. If the police decide to question someone outside of visiting hours, then by law, I have to come outside of visiting hours."

The girl rolled her eyes. "Whatever, nigga." She handed him the sign-in sheet and a visitor's badge. "Ain't you little young to be a lawyer?"

"Aren't you a little old to be this incompetent at your job?" he snapped back. She glared at Huey and went back to her magazine, obviously insulted.

He followed the signs to the place where the questioning rooms were. Luckily, the county jail was small and there were only two rooms and one of the room's door was open. He knocked on the second door.

A tall officer opened the door. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Huey Freeman, I'm the attorney for Riley Freeman," he answered.

The officer looked Huey up and down. He was dressed in a white Oxford shirt and black pants, as if he rolled out of bed. In truth, this was the closest he could come to formal clothing, and even then, he had to borrow the shirt from Caesar. "You sure? Have you even passed the bar?"

"I know how this looks. But I was on vacation with my idiotic brother when he got arrested. This is probably the best thing I have," Huey explained.

The officer glanced at the other one sitting down, who shrugged. "I guess," he said unsure. He moved out of the way to let Huey in. When he sat down, he swiftly kicked Riley on the side of his leg.

"Ow, nigga!" Riley yelled in pain. "Keep yo hands and feet to yoself!"

"What are the charges?" Huey questioned, completely ignoring his brother's cries.

The officer sitting down glanced at Riley, and then back at Huey. He slid the papers over to Huey. "He's charged with disorderly conduct, possession of marijuana under one ounce, and resisting arrest."

He looked over the papers. "All of these are misdemeanors in the state of Nevada," he replied simply after setting the papers down. "Why can't he just take the fine and we can leave?"

"The fine? Nigga, I ain't taking no fine!"

The officer pointed at Riley. "That's the reason why he hasn't left yet. We've been persuading him to take the deal the whole time." He looked at Riley. "Listen kid, we really don't want you to be here longer than needed. We got people who are really bad and we need these beds."

"Can I have a moment to talk with my client in private?" Huey asked. The officers left the room quickly. Huey glared at Riley. "Take the deal," he said quietly.

"I ain't gonna take no fuckin fine by no bitch—"

"What'd wrong with you Riley? You can't leave until Monday if you keep being stubborn like this! Then, if you go to court, they'll either give the damn fine over again or they send you to jail because you have priors and the cops here were too stupid to go and check those! Maybe it's because they didn't want to deal with your dumb ass for the weekend!" Huey yelled at his brother.

"Ain't nothing wrong with being in jail for the weekend…" Riley replied.

Huey folded his arms over his chest. "How would you get home? Did you forget that your plane wasn't bought by you, but by Cindy's parents?" he scoffed. "And how are you going to explain that to Granddad?"

Riley thought about it for a second. "Yeah, I ain't think about that…"

Huey sat back down. "Yeah, I bet you didn't."

They both sat in silence for a minute, staring at the walls. Then Riley turned towards his brother. "How was your night?" he asked him. Huey shrugged. "C'mon, man! It had to better than that."

"I'm trying to focus on getting you out of here," he replied.

Riley scoffed. "Must've been pretty bad…"

Huey opened his mouth, but quickly closed as soon as the officers came back in. "Did you come up with a decision?" the taller officer asked as he sat down in the seat.

"Yeah, my lawyer advised me to just take the fine," Riley said, looking over at Huey. "So… how much is all this worth?"

The other officer looked down at the papers. "It looks like it's going to be worth… 1800 dollars."

"Eighteen hundred—!" he snapped. He glanced at Huey. "These niggas gonna charge me almost two grand?! This is a travesty, a shocker, a… a damn shame!" he yelled out. "I ain't payin you pigs no two grand! Y'all got me fucked up!"

Huey shot daggers at his brother. "Riley!" Riley sighed and muttered something under his breath. "What?" he asked him.

"Fine! Damn, I'll pay the shit! Jesus…" he finally answered, as the officers passed the papers over to Riley to sign.

"I'll be waiting outside for you," Huey said, getting up. He opened the door and walked out to the waiting room, where Cindy, Caesar, and Jazmine were waiting. Cindy was the first to notice him. She hopped up quick.

"Everything okay? He doesn't have to stay here until tomorrow, right? I mean… can he leave?" she frantically questioned. Huey looked at her and he could tell she was distraught about this. Her blue eyes were dark and red-rimmed. "Huey! Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay," he answered back. He turned to the door. "He should be coming out here soon—"

"Riley!" she yelled, running past Huey and jumping into the arms of her boyfriend. She hugged him tightly. "Oh my God, I'm so glad you're okay!"

"I was only gone for the night…" he replied quietly, slightly hugging Cindy back. A few seconds into the embrace, Riley looked around and saw people were staring at them, including their friends. "Cin… people is watchin."

She wiped her eyes and turned around. "The fuck y'all lookin at?" she snapped. Everyone went back to their activities, taking their eyes off the couple. She concentrated back on Riley. She slapped his arm. "Don't you fuckin scare me like that!" she scolded.

"Ow! My bad Cin! Shit!" he said, rubbing the painful spot. "Damn, is everybody gonna get a hit in today?" Caesar stepped closer to Riley. "Don't even, nigga."

"I'm just glad to see you back, Riley," Jazmine joined in.

"Thanks, Mariah," he replied. She rolled her eyes. "Can we move this reunion somewhere else? I don't wanna to be here anymore." Cindy grabbed his hand as he led the way out of the jail. As Riley hailed a taxi, he turned back to group. "I'm guessin no partyin tonight, huh?"

"No" was unanimous decision, coming almost immediately as the words escaped his mouth. He shrugged and got into the cab. As usual, he left with Cindy and Caesar while Jazmine and Huey stated behind, waiting for the next cab to show up.

"I'm sleepy," Jazmine announced, laying her head on his arm. "We should go and get some coffee or something."

"Or… we could go back to the hotel and can get free coffee there," Huey answered, hailing for a taxi. She pouted. She grabbed his hand and they ran down the street. "Jazmine, where the hell are we going?" he asked her.

"Don't really know!" she yelled back, trying to weave through the mess of people that happened to be on the sidewalk early in the morning. She immediately stopped in front of a donut shop, almost making Huey run into her back. "Let's go in here!"

He stopped to catch his breath. "We ran… to get a damn… donut?" he panted.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, Freeman. You're in a different city at 10 a.m. in the morning with your best friend about to go into a weird donut shop. For once, you should be… spontaneous!" She looked inside. "Maybe they'll have one of those organic donuts or something that sounds right up your alley."

"Probably not, but if you want to in there, I guess I'll go."

Jazmine smiled and walked in to the little shop, followed by Huey. They walked up to the line that was already forming. Huey huffed a little, but when he looked down to see Jazmine's face brighten up as she carefully studied the menu, he softened up. He liked how her nose wrinkled she read something she didn't like and he also liked how—

"Damn it!" the man muttered. Huey accidentally bumped into the guy, causing the coffee he had in his hand to spill all over his suit. He tried to wipe his shirt, but he only making the stain bigger.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, man. Listen, I'll buy you a new one," Huey answered. Jazmine passed over some napkins and handed them to Huey. He gave them to the man. "Jesus, I'm really sorry. Do you want me to get you another one?"

The man put his hands up. "It's okay, dude. Just try not to stare at your girlfriend for too long," he replied, walking back to the counter to get another cup.

Jazmine looked over to Huey. "You were staring at me?"

His face immediately reddened. "What? No! I was just… staring… I was just thinking about something… and…" he was started stumbling over his words. He really hated when he couldn't speak like a normal person. "Shit," he murmured under his breath.

"Aww, that's so adorable!" she cooed, pinching his cheek. "It's okay; you don't have to explain anything to me. Because you are really sucking at explaining yourself."

"Shut up," he silently said, making him blush even harder.

Huey walked up to the counter and waited as Jazmine ordered her breakfast: a large peppermint mocha frappe with extra whipped cream and a dozen donut holes, half frosted and half powdered. Huey ordered a regular black coffee with soy milk and much to Jazmine's chagrin, paid for the food.

"You don't have to, y'know," Jazmine protested. "I can pay for it myself."

Huey rolled his eyes as he gave her the bag and drink. "You get me things all the time; the least I can do is buy a ten dollar breakfast." He looked at her coffee. "You're getting another cup of diabetes?" he asked.

"I didn't finish my first one!" she protested. Jazmine skipped to an open table that was facing a window and onto the street. He walked behind her and sat on the tall stool next to Jazmine. She was already into her drink and opened her bag of donut holes. She popped one in her mouth. "Want one?" she offered.

"Nah, I'm good."

She pouted. "Come on, Huey! It isn't going to kill you or anything!" She gave him her famous puppy dog pout, which he knew he couldn't resist. She could basically tell him anything she wanted as long as she gave him the look. Huey sighed and turned towards her. "Open your mouth," she commanded.

He raised his eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because I don't know where your grimy hands have been!" she jokingly said. "Now open your mouth," she repeated. He did as he was told and she placed a powdered donut in his mouth. He started to chew. "Good right?"

He shrugged. "Eh," he finally retorted. She huffed and threw up her hands in defeat. "What? It's alright."

"You are hard to please, Huey," she said, sipping on her drink. She looked over to him. "You have something on your lip," she pointed out. "Here." She used her thumb to wipe the excess powder on his lip. She gave him a thumbs-up and returned to her donut holes, but not before taking a picture of the meal.

Huey licked his bottom lip, where Jazmine had touched him. The sudden touch shot electrical sparks all throughout his body, even though all she did was wipe his lip. Her finger was warm and soft and little piece of him wanted her to touch his lips again… only this time with her lips.

His thoughts were put aside when his phone vibrated in his pocket, causing him to jump a little. He grabbed his phone and opened the text he got from his other best friend.

Caesar: Where the hell are you?

Huey rolled his eyes that Caesar just now noticed weren't with the rest of the group. He texted a reply.

Huey: We went to a coffee shop?

Caesar: I saw a pic on Instagram… so you're on a date?

Huey quickly put his phone down and ignored his idiotic friend. Huey knew that if he replied to it, he would only dig his hole that he was in deeper. But as soon as he picked up his drink, his phone went off again.

Caesar: I knew it! You're totally on a date! You didn't even deny it!

Huey: Shut up.

"Who was that?" Jazmine asked, licking the whipped cream off her straw.

Huey was slightly distracted by the movement, but came to after he shook his head and looked away. "Uhh, it was just Ceez. He was wondering where we were."

"He's just now noticing that we aren't there?" she asked. Huey shrugged. "That boy is super," she giggled. Huey smirked. "Seriously, thanks for the breakfast. You are like, the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Thanks, I guess," he replied.

Jazmine threw her bag in the trash and followed Huey back out to the streets. "Let's walk to the hotel; we're only a couple of blocks away."

Jazmine grabbed Huey's hand. He blushed slightly, but he made sure that Jazmine didn't see. They walked down the strip for about ten minutes before they reach the hotel. Huey's body felt fluttery the whole time walking to the hotel room. He hated when she made him feel like this; she was doing it without even trying.

"Where the hell were you two?" Cindy asked the couple as they walked through the door. "You niggas have been gone for about an hour."

"Do I have to tell you every time I go out somewhere, Cindy?" Huey retorted as he walked back into his room. Jazmine giggled as she followed Huey. "We went to a coffee shop. No big deal." Huey flopped onto the pull-out bed. He closed his eyes and sighed. He turned his head to the side and peeked out of the corner of his eye to see Jazmine sitting on the bed looking at her phone. "Gonna put a new picture on Instagram?" Huey jokingly asked her.

"Haha, Huey. Actually, I was just looking up things to do in Las Vegas," Jazmine answered back.

"We're not doing anything tonight… especially after last night."

Jazmine groaned. "I took off three days for this. I'm not just going to sit down and do nothing all night. Why can we do anything without getting super wasted?"

"Because of people like Riley and Cindy," Huey told her. He sat up to look at her. "I mean, me, you, and Caesar could do something, but if those two idiots go with us again, one of them will get arrested… again."

Jazmine pouted as Caesar knocked on the door. After three knocks, he came in anyway, not waiting on anyone to answer him. He jumped on the bed next to Jazmine. "So… you bring anything back?" He jokingly questioned.

Jazmine slightly pushed him. "You should've gone with us," Jazmine said. "You know you're always hungry…"

"How am I supposed to know you guys were going out somewhere?" he replied back. He nodded towards Huey. "Did you think of this?"

"You know I didn't," Huey said, staring up at the ceiling. "I was actually dragged there if you really wanted to know. Jazmine had a sugar fix, apparently."

"Don't say you didn't enjoy it!" Jazmine announced. "I even made him eat a donut hole! He said he didn't like it, but I knew he secretly enjoyed it. He was all like, 'Oh my God, this is the greatest thing I've ever tasted in my entire life.'"

He shook his head. "I definitely didn't do that."

Jazmine pointed at Huey. "You may have not said that, but didn't you run into someone and made the guy spill coffee all over his self because you are staring at me? And didn't he call me your girlfriend?" She turned to Caesar. "You shoulda seen his face."

Caesar busted out into a fit of laughter. "I bet that was the funny shit ever!"

Huey sat up. "It was an accident!"

Jazmine giggled a little as well. "I believe you Huey," she said unconvincingly. Huey glared at her, which made Jazmine and Caesar laugh even more. Huey threw a pillow at them and left the room. "C'mon Huey, I was just playing," Jazmine said as she ran after him.

"Did we hurt his feelings?" Caesar said from the room.

"Don't do that," she simply said. She His shoulder and looked up at him and gave him a glare. He knew exactly what it meant.

"Don't do what?" Huey dumbly asked, even though he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You're throwing a hissy fit," she informed him.

"A hissy fit?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah! You're doing that thing when someone pisses you off, you like to simply walk out of the room without saying anything else." She folded her arms across her chest. "That's not a good look, Freeman," she smirked.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and popped the top. "I'm sorry… I guess," he said.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the room. Huey followed her, but he was stopped by Jazmine, who had her hand up in front of him. "Ceez, you gotta go too," she said behind her.

"Aw, what?" he answered as he got out of the bed. He dragged his feet on the carpet until Jazmine slightly pushed him out.

"I need to take a shower and I don't want you two creepers to see me naked," she answered, closing the door. Huey felt the color drain from his face.

"I bet Huey—" Caesar started, but was interrupted by a swift kick from Huey in the back of the leg. "Ow! Damn, that hurt!" he cried, rubbing the sore spot.

"Come back in about… thirty minutes," she said, closing the door fully. They both heard the lock on the door click into place.

"You… have an anger problem, Huey," Caesar said, sitting on the couch. Huey groaned and lied on the love seat that was next to the couch. "C'mon, that couldn't be something you've never heard before."

"I'm… thinking," he answered. Caesar rolled his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me."

Riley came from upstairs and went straight to the kitchen. "What up niggas?" he said as he got a soda out of the refrigerator. He walked over to the living room and saw his brother on the couch with his eyes closed. "The fuck wrong with him?"

"He's… thinking," Caesar replied. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "Did he do this shit often?"

Riley nodded. "At least twice a week," he informed Caesar. "What he thinkin about?"

Caesar smirked. "I can think of a few things. Y'know he and Jazzy had sex."

"Word?" Riley said, sitting on the coffee table. He smirked. "Congrats, nigga."

Huey opened his eyes. "Caesar, do you want to say that any louder? I'm pretty sure Jazmine didn't hear you."

"Bet you he's being a bitch about it," Riley said.

"You know he's being a bitch about it," Caesar responded. "All you gotta do is tell her. Then you can get all the ass you want." Huey glared at him. "You know it's true, though."

As much as he hated to admit it, he knew Caesar was right. And he didn't like to show his vulnerable side. For some reason, he had a feeling she would reject him or tell him off, even though that wasn't in her character. He may be extremely smart when it comes to politics or current events, but he was pretty uneducated when he came to girls… especially Jazmine.

"He's definitely thinking about it," Riley said, staring at his brother. All three of the boys heard the bedroom door unlock, and saw Jazmine walk out of the room. "Shit, you may get your chance right now," he added. Huey sat up. "Fuck, you really about to do it?" Huey walked over to her as Caesar and Riley looked on with wide eyes.

"Oh, shit," they both said at the same time.

I'm really about to do it. Just go… and tell her how you feel. That shouldn't be too hard. You can do this, Huey. You can do this.

Huey took a deep breath. "Uhh… Jazmine?" he quietly said, so quiet that she almost didn't hear him. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face them. Caesar and Riley were watching intensely from the living room.

"Yeah?" Jazmine said, blinking her bright emerald eyes at Huey. Her damp hair was sticking to her face, and flowing over her shoulders. She was wearing Huey's hoodie and jeans shorts, distracting him. He was frozen in place. "Yes, Huey?" she repeated, after she didn't get an answer.

Say something, you fucking idiot!

"You're wearing my hoodie," he finally said, mentally slapping himself after the words escaped his mouth. Caesar and Riley groaned in the background, both physically slapping their forehands.

No, goddammit! That's not what you're supposed to fucking say!

"That was a pretty big buildup for nothing, Huey," she laughed. She looked down at the hoodie that she was wearing. "I think I look better in it, don't you think?" she smiled.

She's flirting with you! Say something back!

Healy blinked and nodded his head, then he went back to sit on the couch. Caesar and Riley glared at him; he gave them a shrug in return. Jazmine looked confused, but thought nothing of it and went back into the room.

This is some ol' bullshit.

Riley smacked him in his arm. "The fuck was that, nigga?" he yelled at him. Huey groaned and laid back down on the sofa.

"Yeah man, you were so close!" Caesar said.

"I guess I choked."

"Hell yeah, you fucking choked!" Riley laughed. "You look so bitch-made! I thought you actually gonna man up for once, but no… you prove me right. Once again." He walked towards the stairs. He took one look at Huey, and started laughing again before walking up to his bedroom.

"The shit is getting ridiculous, Huey," Caesar said, shaking his head. "You better tell her before I tell her."

"You serious?" Huey asked him.

"As a heart attack," Caesar replied.

"As tempting as that sounds Caesar… No. I think I need to tell her myself, even though I can't say it myself. I don't know man… is just that every time I'm anywhere near her, I want to… I don't even know."

"Sounds like you got it bad," Caesar retorted. Huey was about to answer back, but Jazmine entered the room, which made Huey immediately close his mouth. Caesar turned around to see what Huey was looking at. He smiled at Jazmine. "What's up, girlie?"

She sat down next to Huey. "I just had the greatest idea," she announced. She turned towards Huey. "I know you don't like going to amusement parks, but there is one at this one hotel and it's pretty huge. Since we can't handle our liquor, we should go there." She gave Huey her famous puppy dog look. "Please Huey? Can we please go?"

Caesar gave the same look. "Yeah Huey? Can we please go?" he asked with the same lightness in his voice as Jazmine.

He rolled his eyes at Caesar then turned to Jazmine. "If you want to…"

She smiled brightly. "We're going to have so much fun!" she excitedly said. She shot up. "I'm going to go tell Cindy and Riley… I hope I don't see anything while I'm up there." She went up the stairs and knocked on the door. She went in after a couple more knocks.

"Man… Jazzy could ask you to do anything and you would agree to it," Caesar said, shaking his hand. "You gotta to be the only dude who is pussy whipped without getting pussy… more than once. One night and she making you do all this?"

Huey threw a pillow at Caesar's head and went to his bedroom. He sighed heavily. This was going to be an interesting day.