Here's Chapter Seven:
First off, I'm disappointed. Not in my Boondocks work, oh no-I'm shining, filled with bliss. Because you guys actually like me, you really like me! No, my Jak and Daxter. I'm not mad at anyone, just disappointed. No one reviewed, so yeah. If you are a Jak and Daxter fan, and you like fanfiction, please read. That's all and thank you.
Commentary: Don't want to talk too much. This is a RileyxJaz fic. I know not everyone, hardly anyone likes this couple. I accept that, its okay. I'm happy that you guys despite your beliefs came and read, I am truly grateful. Because of that I decided to do a JazxHuey fic, called Scarred. I will not go into detail, if you haven't read it...then be my guest. All I have to say for that fic is that I am going to continue it, because of people who reviewed. Thank you very much, I am touched. Enough talk, more read:
She was always known as the bitch.
It was who she was, she accepted that. Prideful, strong, lovely. That was how she wanted to be, the way she was raised. Rosetta refused to raise a foolish child. The library was opened on Saturday, what a miracle. Nobody goes to the library.
"Gwen honey, here is that Beloved book that you wanted to read".
She waited at the counter, an elderly white woman handed her a heavy book with a black cover. Gwen looked up at the woman kindly, smiling sincerely.
"Thank you".
"Oh thank you," the woman responded, "coming here every weekend to check up on me, even on the weekdays too"!
Gwen chuckled softly, "Well, I can't stay alone in that big house all time"?
The woman frowned, "Sweetie, is everything okay, you know-". Gwen shook her head slightly, becoming uncomfortable with the old woman's worries.
"Please Mrs. Harrison, don't worry so much, its not healthy".
"Healthy"? The old woman laughed deeply, "I haven't felt this good in years, years". Mrs. Harrison was unlike most librarians, unlike most white librarians. She was medium height, her once red hair turning gray. A heavy, not too heavy woman with a deep laugh. In her mid-50s, Mrs. Eve Harrison did look as if she was in her 40s.
Documents of cosmetic surgery have yet to be found.
"Where is that afro boy, Huey Freeman," she smiled slyly, "is he here with you"?
Gwen blinked blankly. "No, he's with his girlfriend, Jazmine". Mrs. Harrison seemed a bit taken back by this. Reaching her hand out to Gwen, she cupped her fine designed fingernails onto Gwen's chin. Slightly checking her out.
"You have that exotic look to you, maybe because you are half Japanese".
"My father is Japanese/Korean".
"An"?
"An was born on military grounds, we do have Vietnamese ancestors from long ago".
Mrs. Harrison let go of Gwen's chin, frowning.
"I knew Rosetta, did she like that name"? Her fine hands going to her hips. "That lady was no fool".
Gwen faintly chuckled, "Not really, she got over it though".
"Yeah, she was known for doing that, it looks like the kindergärtners are coming," she motioned towards the front door, "gotta get to work".
Gwen nodded, walking away. Clutching the book to her chests, she was heading towards the back. To Mrs. Harrison's office.
The voices of young children began to echo in the adult section of the library, she tuned them out. She always tuned them, tuned everyone out. It was indeed a bad habit, but it was a habit that ran in their family. Her mother's side of the family.
Dreamers.
No matter how sad and pathetic she thought it was, she did it. Dreamers were for people who were too lazy to do anything for themselves. People who only sought lies instead of truth, to be locked away in their own little fantasies.
Fantasies were not real.
It angered her.
That was real. Anger. She was angry most of the time, and not many people knew. Their were times when she would just snap at people for no particular reason. A reason why not many people liked her, like she cared. She never cared, never gave a damn. And why should she? Would they care about them, not likely. Inside of her, she had a disturbing feeling. That wouldn't go away.
They would leave her.
Its a dog eat dog out there, why would they even bother stay? Besides, it wasn't as if she showed any genuine affection for anyone. Personally, she hated them, and at the same time feared life without them. Those damn brothers...the first day they met.
"What a gorgeous house," An stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz Luxury SUV, "isn't it Hyo"?
"It could be better," her husband said nonchalantly, "I guess this will do, what about you Gwendolyn"?
A young girl about the age of 9 hopped out of the large truck. She had dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair. Her hairstyle was slick at the top, but when it fell to the bottom a large afro lied to her mid-back. Her uniform was of the classical Japanese Sailor Fuku wear. Mainly white and blue, with a nice red bow in the front. She looked adorable, pretty much flawless. She did carry the distinct Asian looks; however, there was no doubt of her African heritage.
The only flaw: that intimidating frown plastered on her face.
"It really doesn't matter," she said bitterly, "I would like to leave now".
Hyo, a muscular man, turned to his daughter. His words were stern, but gentle at the same time. "Gwen, you can't live with your grandmother forever, we're your parents".
"Yes, but she's the one who raised me". "I need to be there".
"Paw Paw will be there," An consulted the girl, "he'll take care of her".
"He's old too," her voice getting colder, "they need me".
An inhaled deeply, "Honey, they wanted you to go to a safer neighborhood, not Louisiana".
"I like it there".
"Darling," Hyo intruded, "they have lived their lives greatly, they do not need to raise a child".
Her fists tightened. An looked at Hyo with a disapproving glare, he later regretted his words.
"Forget it, I don't care".
The two looked at each other, walking into the large home that they had recently bought. "Meinichi," An turned around sweetly, "try to make some friends".
Not new, some friends.
Knowing that if she went inside, they would try to ease her frustration, she leaned against the SUV. She wasn't aware of the two boys that watched her intently from their front door.
"New neighbors," Riley hissed, "I hate new neighbors, bitches".
"The father is Asian," Huey replied, "the mother African-American".
"Oh great, anotha Hiro".
Huey didn't respond to his brother's attitude. That girl seemed different than the rest, much different. She leaned on the SUV with indifference. He had noticed the conversation that she had with her parents, how angry she had seemed. When he looked at her, he saw a lot of things, a lot. Things that he had never seen in a girl or person, in Woodcrest. Caesar was an exception, the thing he lacked...that girl had.
"I'm a gonna talk to her," Riley dropped his basketball, "ya comin".
She noticed two boys walking towards her, one with tight braids, and the other a large afro. Her frown only deepened, maybe she should have went inside. The boy with the braids, Riley, crossed his arms across his chest. Huey was wearing his regular sweatshirt, shoving his hands into the pockets.
"Wats up".
Gwen narrowed her eyes, "Excuse me"?
Both boys seemed shock by her quit and snappy response, "Excuse me-are you crazy girl"?
"I'm not one of your homies, I am a human being, I highly suggest you address me as that".
"Oh," Riley raised his hands in a typical Riley way, "and you think I'm gonna do that cuz you act soo nicely, with that girly ass dress".
She pushed her body off the car, her face emotionless. Huey sensed a disturbing presence around the girl. "I don't ask, I demand".
"Please bitch, you ain't gonna hurt nobody, with that sailor outfit".
He began to laugh, "Hey Huey, that show Jazmine wanted you to watch, Sailor Moon-that's what she look like"!!
He continued to laugh, "Sailor Scouts go," his laughs getting more hysterical, "Sailor Scouts"!
Huey's and Riley's first encounter with Gwen did come with its lessons.
She sucked him. Running with great speed she curled her hand into a deadly fist and got him right in the cheek. Blood flew from his mouth as he flew a good feet from where he was once standing. Riley didn't even see it coming, Huey didn't even see it coming. Riley fell straight on his back, clutching to his bruise cheek.
"Dammit, you crazy-ow"!!!
Gwen's face showed no remorse, not even gloating. She just stared at him, and walked to him. Huey didn't know how fast or slow she was moving. It was like that they were in some old Mafia movie where the thugs were about to kill their prey. That girl seemed like that.
Shoving her foot onto his chest hardly, she seethed, "You should watch your tongue, don't make me cut it out".
Stepping away from him, her eyes never left his. It wasn't until Huey intervened, "What's your name," a hint of excitement in his voice. The girl turned to the older Freeman, a cold, dark glare hit his way. "It depends, which one would you prefer". Her voice smooth and collected.
"The one that you normally use," Huey said, "something that we can say".
"Gwendolyn or Gweneth-doesn't matter". Removing her foot from Riley's chest, the girl now known as Gwendolyn or Gweneth, didn't matter, walked back to her home. She didn't look back, she didn't acknowledge them, she shut the door-and silence.
Riley groaned in pain as his brother jerked him up from the grass. Blood dripping from a bust lip, and a soon to be bruise on his right cheek. They walked home, not saying anything to each other. To their chagrin (mainly Riley's) Granddad had invited the family over, and was not shock one bit that they were found of this cooking. The worst part:
Yep, I use to date her grandmother.
Grandmother. A past relationship. Willina, Gwen's grandma, An's mother.
The start of a disturbing alliance between the three.
Her great-grandmother had read books to her when she was still in the womb, her mother once told her. "The Bible, that is what she read, and that's why you like to read so much". It was most likely true, the reading the Bible, her grandmother was religious. She couldn't remember Willina, she died of bone cancer when she was just three years old. The only image that is placed in the home is a large portrait of her, when she was younger.
Gwen would often find herself just watching the picture. Alone in her home, just staring at the picture. As if she was waiting for something to come out. Alone.
Forcing her thoughts back upon the Toni Morrison novel, she continuously read. Her mind becoming absorbed into the horrors of slavery and motherhood. How life in that era would inspire both to live and kill. To seek refuge, to start a revolution. The enjoyment of morbid fantasies, seductive lives, it mesmerized her.
How often would she find herself in this library, in this office. Reading a book, a novel, to distract her of life's tragedies. And in the end, the novels that she would read...were the same tragedies happening in life.
The indulgence.
God, the indulgence, the greed. She had to get out. She had to breathe, to get out. An overwhelming feeling inside of her, this fire-burning in her.
Since their meeting she hadn't changed much. Or has she? Obviously with growing up her appearance did change slightly. Her hair wasn't as puffy as it was when she was a child, more wavy than before, which she kept in a huge pin. Her body developed, puberty hit when she was 14. She even got her nails done, her nails.
Jazmine was better. Better than her. A sweet, kind girl-whom everyone liked. She tolerated her, to a certain extent, but never necessarily liked her. And that went the same with Jazmine. They mainly despised each other, but at the same time did not act upon it. Jazmine being the sweet beauty, had many boys after her.
Fortunately, only Huey caught her attention.
Gwen truly didn't know how many boys actually liked her, she didn't care. All she was told that she went into this femme fatale, exotic beauty way. It made her seem more mysterious, more intriguing. Jazmine could be a fine house wife, a sweet one. A woman who could have your dinner ready after a long day at work.
Gwen didn't know about herself.
No doubt she was taught how to cook. Jazmine was good with children. Gwen was capable of taking care of them, even her patience was extended, but could she love them. One of her fears, if she got pregnant-miracle waiting to happen, would she be a good mother? Would the child love her? Many more fears led on, but she couldn't reveal them could she?
Closing the book. Gwen sat up and headed out. She felt sociable for the day, hanging out with five year olds could do the trick. And if that didn't work she always had her "dollies" at home.
He was too cold for his own good.
Huey Freeman. He was at Caesar's home. He didn't even know why. He got early that morning, took a nice hot shower, and left home. Caesar lived further off than the rest of his friends, with his mother and younger brother James.
"Can ya believe this," he stared at the television with awe, "Chappelle and Mencia finally goin at it"?
Comedy Central was showing an encore presentation of Chappelle vs. Mencia. Both comics put on a stage together, ranting about the opponent's work. Caesar leaned his back onto the soft comfy couch that his mother had recently bought. Huey sat by his friend, his eyes on the screen but his mind somewhere else.
"What's wrong wit ya," Caesar said, "you usually say some kind of sharp comment bout Mencia by now".
"Uh...sorry, the battle between two racially divided comedians...fascinating".
Caesar frowned, "That was kind of weak coming from you".
"Your point"?
"Huey, I've been your friend for the past eight years, I can tell when your not in your best mood".
"You say that," Huey replied indifferently, "and it doesn't have to be true".
Caesar smirked, "Now you only make it more evident that something is wrong".
Michael Caesar, what a guy.
"I don't know," Huey breathed in deeply, "something is just off ya know"?
"No, explain to me".
"Its hard to explain, just a feeling".
"What feeling, you need to learn how to be more specific about Gwen you know".
Huey shot Caesar a quick glare. A death glare. But Caesar only shrugged as if it didn't even bother him. And it didn't. Huey had given him that glare many times before; his smirk gotten larger.
"That look my friend," he teased, "only proves my point".
"Jazmine isn't happy, I feel a distance between us".
Caesar nodded as if he understood, "You love her, you love her a lot-we all know this".
"There is this gut feeling that something bad is going to happen between us, and I don't know how to prevent it".
"As always, it has something to do with Gwen," Caesar shot a sympathetic look at Huey.
He lowered his head, "Yeah...its more of a haunting than a sick feeling, I know what she's doing but I don't know".
"Handle Jazmine first," Caesar said firmly, "Gwen can take care of herself, and besides Riley is always watching her...like a little lost puppy".
Huey chuckled faintly, "Yeah, she got him wrapped around her pinky finger".
Feeling some of the sickness wash away from him, Huey leaned back on the couch and criticized both comedians. Going to Caesar's always brought him some joy.
Back at Woodcrest Park a large SUV came bouncing on the streets. A purplish/blackish color it was, loud pounding music playing inside. The music busting out of the vehicle disturbing the peace of the park. People of all ages covered their ears as the loud rap music blasted their eardrums. Trying to stop it was out of the question, nobody could come close to the jammin vehicle. The waves of music knocking any outside person back.
"Damn this sh#$ is goin sum harrrrddd"!! A strong deep voice yelled with the music.
"Bet ya ass we get some bitches"!!
"We be rollin, we be rollin"!!!
Still driving their vehicle like maniacs, the SUV still drove down the streets. Sadly, no one could stop them.
Jazmine had went to the mall that day. Buying clothes always made a girl feel better, especially her. Not today though. She arrived home empty handed, dropping her purse to the ground, and going upstairs to her bedroom. A sticky note was plastered on a nearby wall, she stared it will glassy eyes.
Hi hone! Sorry that we left so suddenly, Elton John is playing at the dome today! I never knew that your father was such a fan...ugh. Yeah, well there is some left over meat loaf in the fridge, you can heat it and eat it.
We'll be back late so no boys, meaning Huey. Love you dear!
Mom.
"Huey". Her voice sounding suddenly cold, his name exiting her soft lips so easily.
"Huey, yeah I know him, I love him".
"It seems".
"What am I saying," she plopped into her soft bed. Her body moving along the cool covers.
I have to get up early tomorrow, community service. He didn't even call, this is just great. Its not fair, I don't wanna go to community service!! I want my Huey...even though he's a cold bastard at times.
Damn that Riley.
My whole life seems to be a giant mess, one way or another. Ugh...and now have a bad taste in my mouth. Gotta go use some Listerine. It does have that minty taste to it. Even though it burns my mouth like hell.
Getting out of bed, Jazmine headed towards her personal bathroom. In comparison, her appearance was much of that like Riley's when he had stepped out of the bathroom and entered his bedroom. She looked groggy. Which was weird because it was at least six o'clock in the evening. Her once straight hair was loosing its straightness and going back to its original puffy attire. Opening her mirror/cabinet she took out a large bottle of the golden color of Listerine.
Grabbing a plastic cup on the sink she poured a bit of the hard mouth wash into it. Looking at her sulking appearance, she sighed. "Make me happy Listerine".
Down it went into her mouth, not her throat, her mouth. She swished to left, she swished to the right-hold on baby we gonna dance all night!
"Holy crap"!! She clutched onto her throat.
She began gagging and spitting out Listerine in every direction, too strong perhaps? Choking heavily on the alcohol mouth wash she poured her head into the sink trying to get the rest out. Raising her head up, she gulped giant gallons of air back into her lungs. Breathing at a fast rate, her mirror was covered in her saliva and Listerine.
Pretty colors!
A deeper frown went across her face.
At least my mouth's clean. Crap.
Commentary: I suck at comedies. Have you noticed? I try to be funny and then it gets all serious in tone and goes into this spiral of despair and anguish. In the end, there is realization and peace, so there.
Character Analysis (oc): Gwendolyn Kaji. In my first Boondocks fic it was Slaughter. Her personality, its a bit like mine-I am sarcastic, but I'm not cruel. Sometimes I am, but not like her. I invented her to be a rival to Huey, and in the end...they end up having this hate/love relationship. Which I like, sorry.
I just like those type of relationships where a guy meets a girl that can actually be a challenge and he unwittingly falls in love with her and vice-versa. As for Jazzy, I have my own perspectives on JazxHuey but that'll be in Scarred. Which I am working on. So If you read and you're happy and you know it-REVIEW!
If you read and you're happy and you know it-REVIEW! If you read it and your happy and you really want to show it, if you're happy and you know it REVIEW!! Merci! (French for thanks)
Before I go: That Listerine accident did happen to me when I was younger. My momo-Rosetta, she made me use the Listerine (to make my teeth clean) and it slipped down my throat and just started gagging on it. It was terrible, spit and Listerine all on the mirrors. She wasn't happy about that.