A/N: ohmygod, another update! :P yesh, my little followers i have blessed you with a new update... you're welcome. um, first of all, happy spring break to me(: and to all you who're still waiting, it'll come faster than you think! i promise! and Happy New League Year for all my football fans like me! May all your free agents come back to your team, as well as some new ones! (Shut up, Taylor, no one cares about football like you.) Anywho... you totes should give me a review when you're finished. yeah, that little box is hungry and you should fill it with positive words. :P i'm sorry, it's 1 am and i'm tired af, and i have to go play tennis in the morning -_- okay i'll be quiet so you can read this.

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Chapter Five: The Climax

Much to his surprise, his brother was the first person to arrive to his apartment. He didn't even say hi to his brother, only going straight to the refrigerator in the kitchen. He opened the fridge and frowned, shaking his head. He closed the door and opened it again, looking around once more.

"Hi Riley," Huey said sarcastically.

"Nigga where all the food at?" Riley responded, ignoring the greeting. He slammed the door. "How you gonna have a damn party with niggas and all you got is that gross ass tofu and vegetables and shit? You fucking up, Huey."

Huey rolled his eyes. "First of all, I didn't invite any of you. Caesar decided that you guys were coming over here. Second of all, you need to eat more 'vegetables and shit'. Your insides are probably dirtier than your bedroom."

Riley scoffed and walked to the couch and flopped down. "Yeah, but my clothes are cleaner than yours, though."

The intercom buzzed and he pressed the button without figuring out who the person on the other side was. "Whatever." He unlocked the door and walked towards the couch.

Riley heard the door open and he turned around. "Aye! Don't come in here if you ain't got no food!" he yelled at the door. Caesar sighed and threw a bag of popcorn in his direction. Riley smiled. "Thanks, nigga."

Caesar shook his head and sat the rest of the food on the kitchen bar and put the drinks in the fridge. "What's up, Huey?" he questioned as he sat in the chair near his table. Huey shrugged. "You talk to your baby moms anytime soon? Is she coming over to watch the game?"

Huey glared at his friend. "She's not my baby mama," he answered calmly. He sunk into his seat more. "And she's coming over after she gets off of work, so yeah." Caesar smirked. "What?"

"I bet you're happy she's coming, huh?"

Riley interrupted before Huey could give an answer. "Oh hell yeah he real happy," he said loudly, popcorn still in his mouth. "He gonna be ignorin' the rest of us while he be lookin' over at Jazzy. He always do that shit."

Huey threw a pillow at Riley. "Shut the fuck up! And don't get that shit in my fucking carpet!" he warned his brother.

"Touchy subject, I see," Caesar said sarcastically. He leaned back. "At least did you tell her about Vegas?" he asked. Huey remained quiet, staring at the TV. Caesar shook his head.

Riley snickered. "That's cuz he's a bitch, Ceez," he replied, getting up and going back into the kitchen. Huey glared at his brother as Riley grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. "What? I mean, come on. You know you ain't did nothing about it! You ain't got no game!" he said as he walked back to his seat.

Huey snatched the beer out of Riley's hand before he sat down. "You don't know anything."

Riley sucked his teeth and pointed at him. "See? This is why you can't get with no girl. Yous a hater. You hatin' on niggas who got girls," he said, getting another beer. "This is what you gotta do: go up to her and say 'Jazzy, we fucked… an' I wanna do that shit again.' That's how you get shit done."

Caesar and Huey stared at Riley. "Nigga, you stupid!" Caesar finally said. "That's not the way you handle that situation!" He turned to Huey. "You should sit her down and have a real conversation about it, like responsible adults, not like a kid."

"Pssh, that's how faggots do it," Riley scoffed. "Nah, do what I said to do. That shit worked for me, and it'll work for yo ass. You gotta be a G about that shit."

"A G? I heard you cried when you asked Cindy out because she rejected you at first," Caesar laughed.

Riley whipped his head at Caesar. "Who told you that?" he glared at Huey. "That ain't fucking happen, nigga!"

"Oh really?" Huey smirked. "You didn't say 'Huey, why don't Cindy like me?'" he mocked, using a fake crying voice. Caesar almost fell out of his chair laughing. "'I thought we was cool like that!'"

He gritted his teeth. "Oh, fuck you guys!" he snapped. He jumped and walked towards the door. "You niggas seem to forget I'm the only one here with a girl right now! Huey bein' bitchmade over a girl he already fucked and Caesar… I don't know what the fuck you doin'."

"I'm happy being single, thank you very much," he answered.

"You can't be givin' no advice if you ain't got nobody!"

"But you give shitty advice!"

There was a knock on the door and as Riley and Caesar continued to argue, Huey shook his head and answered the door. Cindy pushed through him to get to her boyfriend. He rolled his eyes. He didn't remember why he was still friends with her.

"Don't look so mean," Jazmine smiled as she handed Huey half of the bags that she had in her hands. She walked past him and sat the bags on the table near Caesar. He tried to get into on the bags, but Jazmine smacked his hand. "Hold on!"

Huey kicked the door closed and sat the remaining bags next to Jazmine's. "Why did you get more food?" he asked.

"Caesar told me to," she replied quickly. She skipped over to the kitchen and opened the fridge door. "Caesar! Where are the Snapples I asked for?"

"In the vegetable crisper so no one would touch them."

She grabbed one and the large bag of pita chips from her own bag and sat down in her usual spot. Huey sat down next to her and looked over at her.

"Who's even playing tonight?" she asked as Caesar turned to the station where the basketball game was playing.

"Chicago Bulls vs. Brooklyn Nets," Huey answered, watching the screen. Jazmine looked over at Riley and Caesar, who both anticipating the game. "Yeah, expect an argument out of them around halftime.

Sure enough...

"It's only halftime, nigga!" Caesar yelled at Riley. Currently at halftime, his home team only had thirty-nine points, compared to the Bulls' fifty-three. Riley took the time to get his trash talking on, which only made Caesar more irritable.

"Fourteen points, though…" he trailed off. He sighed and shook his head. "It's okay, Ceez. You just can't beat us. It's aiight. Just count this one as a loss and move to the next team. Who y'all play next?"

"But we beat the Bulls last time," Caesar replied. "I like how you don't want to remember that shit." He took a swig of his beer.

Riley stood up. "It was by four fucking points!" he responded. "We coulda won that damn game! We just didn't get enough time at the end!"

"Nigga, you had forty-eight minutes!"

Riley sat back down. "Whateva nigga. My niggas gonna take care of yo ass next half, just watch," he smiled. "By the way, who the fuck is even on yo team? Is anybody worth a shit over there? Don't y'all got… Kim K's ex-husband? And even she upgraded to nigga from Chicago. Does that nigga even play?"

"Shut up, Riley. Who the fuck you got besides Derrick Rose?"

Riley smirked. "See that's thing! Derrick ain't even playin'… and we still whoopin' yo ass, nigga! That's what makes this shit better!"

Cindy rolled her eyes. "That's cool an' all, but Miami is better than both of y'all teams," she announced matter-of-factly. "The Heat got a better record than the Bulls or the Nets."

The boys shrugged her off. "Yeah, that's true, but we talkin' about these teams. I mean, obviously Miami gonna be better than us."

Jazmine picked at the frayed strings on her shorts as she leaned her back on Huey's shoulder. He could tell she was bored out of her mind because she wasn't into the conversation and she didn't really care for basketball. "I'm bored!" she whined to everyone. When she was ignored, she pulled her phone out and proceeded to take pictures of herself.

"Is that all you do?" Huey asked her. "Take pictures of yourself?"

She shook her head. "Sometimes I take pictures of you," she smiled. She lifted her phone high above in her to take the next picture.

He smirked. "Yeah, that's not creepy at all." He glanced up to see Caesar mouthing "tell her," while his brother was saying "fuck her." He rolled his eyes and tried to overlook them.

"Hey Jazzy."

Riley's voice made Huey's head snap up. Everyone looked over at Riley, wondering what he would say next, although Caesar and Huey both had an intuition. Riley was getting daggers from Huey, mentally screaming at the younger Freeman that his death would be a slow one if he chose to continue.

The message didn't go through, and Riley opened his mouth once again. "If you so bored, you should go ahead and fuck Huey again. An' I don't know if you know this shit already, but y'all fucked in Vegas. Just thought you should know that."

The room was eerily silent and Huey was .3 seconds away from jumping over the couch to beat up his brother. Jazmine blinked a couple of times before she calmly shrugged. "Yeah, I already know."

"What?" the boys all shouted at the same time.

She moved from his shoulder to look at him. "I… I already knew about it," she repeated slower than the first time, as if they didn't hear her right the first time.

"How… what do you mean you already know? Who told you earlier?" he questioned, a twinge of anger showing in his voice. He tried to decipher who the snitch was. His eyes turned towards Caesar. "If it was you, Caesar, I swear to fucking—"

"Nah, it wasn't me!"

Jazmine touched Huey's shoulder to face her. "It wasn't Caesar!" she retorted. She glared at him. "I told you I could handle my liquor, right? I was 100 percent sober that night, so I remember everything."

"But wait," Caesar stepped in. "No, I saw you fight someone. You had to have been drinking something." Jazmine shook her head. "So you fought her for no reason?"

"She spilled a drink on my dress! She deserved whatever happened to her," she said with no remorse.

Huey sat in silence, rethinking the whole thing. She had proved him wrong. He thought the whole time he took advantage of her being drunk, when in fact, she took advantage of him. He was confused; he could've sworn he saw her with at least one drink. "And when did you plan on telling me this?" he asked finally.

She scoffed. "Around the same time you planned on telling me! I'm pretty sure if Riley hadn't said anything today, you would've taken that secret to the grave! Because that's what you do when it comes to girls: ignore the problem and it'll just go away!"

"Yo," Caesar said quietly to Riley and Cindy. "I think we should—"

"Get out," Huey said firmly, still staring at Jazmine. The three got up quickly and said their goodbyes before closing the door behind them. "You think that?"

"It's the truth!" Huey rolled his eyes and got up from the couch. "See! Instead of talking about it, you want to avoid the conversation because it's going into territory you aren't familiar with!"

"What do you want from me?" he slightly yelled at her.

"I want the truth!" she screamed back. She chewed on her thumb. "I just want the truth," she finally said after minutes of silence. "I'm not a little girl waiting on you to ask me to the junior high dance. I'm an adult, and I can handle it… but you have to give me something."

She was glaring at him as he tried to say something. He wanted any words to come out of his mouth; he couldn't stand looking at the hurt that flickered in her eyes while he stood in front of her, not saying a damn thing. Nothing he ever read in his entire life could prepare him for the look that she was giving him.

The hurt registered into anger almost immediately that Huey only caught the end of it. She roughly pushed him away from her as she jumped down from his kitchen counter. She was finally walking away from it all.

"You know what? Fuck you, Huey!" she yelled as she stood in front of him. She scoffed and walked towards the door. "I can't believe I wasted my time on you!" He heard the cracking of her voice at the end. Great, as if he didn't feel bad that he completely blew it with her, he had to deal with making her cry too.

"Jazmine, wait! Don't leave!" he said as he ran after her.

She turned around to look at him. "Why? So you could just stare at me again so that I feel like a fucking idiot?" she spat out. Huey winced slightly. The curse words sounded so much harsher when they came from someone who rarely said them at all. She took a deep breath. "You know what I want to hear. I just want the truth from you. That's all."

He just wanted her be here with him, was that so hard to say?

Jazmine yelled loudly, bring him back into reality, where his best friend was pissed. "God! I could fucking murder you!" she snapped. She turned back around and grabbed the doorknob. She only opened the door slightly before Huey slammed it again. She faced him once more, this time closer. "What the fuck do you want?"

"We need to talk," he said calmly as he looked down at her. He needed to be the voice of reason right about now, especially since Jazmine wasn't fulfilling that role at the moment.

"I'm finished talking! I want to go home and forget about everything that happened tonight!" she answered. She shook her head. "I gave you a chance to say what was on your mind and you fucking left me out there by myself! No, fuck talking. I'm done."

"I'm done" was the only thing he didn't want to hear right now. He didn't want to hear that she gave up on him. She really tried her hardest with him and he threw it back in her face. He was starting to get angry, not with Jazmine, but with himself.

"Huey… let go of the fucking door," she said. He stood in place and said nothing. She growled and started to hit him in chest. "You fucker! I fucking hate you! Goddammit, Huey! Get the fuck away from me!" she repeated over and over again, tears silently flowing from her eyes.

He wondered if his neighbors could hear what was happening in his apartment. He was pretty sure someone was going to call the cops soon. "Jazmine!" he finally shouted. "Stop fucking hitting me!"

She stopped her assault, and her crying, for the moment. "Make. Me," she said with a low, even tone. Her piercing emerald eyes stared at Huey until she punched him hard in the shoulder.

Huey swiftly grabbed her wrists and held them over her head before she could get another blow in. She let out a small whimper, not because she was terrified, but she was surprised that he even grabbed her. He never would put his hands on her like that, and it pissed her off even more.

"Get... the fuck... off of me," Jazmine said slowly. She tried to squirm her way from his grip, but to no avail. She struggled until she couldn't waste her strength anymore. She lowered her shoulders and let out a heavy breath, still glaring at Huey. "I hate you so, so much."

"I just want to talk," he repeated again.

She blew one of her curls that landed over her face out of the way. "You can talk all you fucking want! You can talk until your fucking voice goes hoarse! I don't care anymore!"

"Why are you so mad at me?" he questioned.

"Why am I mad? Because we've been doing this for eleven years now, Huey. Every time I think you're gonna finally open up to me, you bitch out and then we're back at square one again! I don't want to stay at square one! I want progress. And if you're just going to be doing the same shit you have been for the past however long… then I'm just gonna cut my losses and move on."

It was speech Huey needed to hear. He glanced down at her, and saw that her tears continued down her cheeks. She was completely silent, except for the occasional sniffle that he heard. He felt like the biggest asshole in the world… and he was for good reasons.

"I don't want you to be mad at me," he finally admitted, turning away from her. He released her wrists so she could wipe her face. "And I don't want you to hate me, and I don't want you to move on."

Jazmine glanced down and shrugged. "Well, you had your chance to talk… twice. What's the point of giving you another chance if you're just gonna throw it away?" she scoffed. "Whatever, Huey. I'm leaving." She turned around and walked towards the door. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She glared back at him. "What?"

Her glossy emerald eyes stared at him until he pulled her into his body, kissing her. The intensity of the kiss sent Jazmine's back to the door. Her hands roamed his back, moving from his neck to lower parts. His hands stayed on her right under her cheekbones and he continued to savagely kiss her. She broke away from the kiss and she lifted her arms up, letting Huey take off the hoodie she was wearing. Her fingers moved to his own shirt and she dropped it right next to her discarded clothing. He traveled down to the waistband of her shorts, but she moved his hands away.

"Not here," she moaned, closing her eyes.

Huey looked at her. "Bedroom?" he asked. She pointed in another direction. He raised an eyebrow and blinked. "The kitchen?" he questioned in confusion. She bit her lip and nodded. He smirked and picked her up. "You're the queen."

"And you're the king."

Huey sat her down in the open space next to the sink in his kitchen. He unceremoniously yanked the shorts, along with her panties, off of her body. She wrapped her legs around Huey's waist, enclosing him between her. He quickly snapped the back of the bra and Jazmine threw it to the other side of the kitchen. He resumed kissing Jazmine sloppily on her face and neck as she fumbled with the button of his jeans using one hand.

"Jazmine," he panted. "I don't have a condom." As much as really, really wanted to keep going, there was a good chance that Jazmine could get pregnant if he couldn't pull out on time.

"I'm on the pill," she reassured him.

"Good enough," he finally said. He slid out of his boxers and positioned himself in front of her. He looked up at Jazmine and kissed her before he entered her. She screamed out, and her hand clutched the edge of the counter.

He placed his hands on her hips and pushed in further. She threw her head back and bit her lip. Huey looked at her as he continued to pump quickly inside of her. His lips moved from hers, down to her neck, where he added a fresh hickey.

"Fuck," Huey panted. He was feeling amazing. Not only was there a naked girl in front of him, and not only was he fucking said naked girl in his kitchen, the girl happened to be Jazmine, and she happened to be screaming his name. All in all, this was better ending to the day than he thought, which originally included his computer and an extremely cold shower.

He felt her tighten up around him and he smirked. He loved that he could hear the echoes that bounced on the walls. He loved the way his name sounded in her mouth. And he loved the way he knew she was about to climax.

"Shit! Huey!" she shouted as she collapsed forward. Huey grabbed her thighs and finished her off by going slow before he finally came inside of her. He rested his hands on each side of her as he steadied his breath. She lied her head on his shoulder. He could faintly hear her heartbeat. "You're good," she said quietly, almost in a whisper.

"You're better, though," he corrected. He left a trail light fluttery kisses going down her neck, shoulder and arm. "You're staying here tonight in my bed, right?" Although he formed it as a question, it was more like a command. He wasn't going to let her go anytime soon.

She nodded slowly. "I'm holding on to you forever," she whispered again, a smirk on her lips. "Why? Does somebody want me to stay here for a while?"

He picked her up and led her to his room. "Maybe…"

She buried deeper in his neck. "Liar…" she said before she drifted off into sleep. He placed her on the other side of the bed that he didn't sleep on and talk to her under the blanket. He got in on the other side and she gravitated towards his warm body. He wrapped his arms around her waist and soon enough, he was right behind her, falling asleep.