hope you guys enjoy this. scarred chapter 3 is in the works right now, so i'll be getting back to that soon enough. thanks for the reviews and all the support.
Good morning delinquents!!
Every action that is done has its own consequences. Consequences. Jazmine and Riley were both aware the date of their community service meeting. Surprisingly for Riley, this was his first one community service meeting ever. Usually he would be sentenced to only house arrest or probation. Being her innocent, bubbly self Jazmine was never required to do such things. As we all know, things had changed.
"I can't believe this," Jazmine groaned, "you have to be kidding me".
"Nope," Riley hissed, "Judge really got us this time".
They arrived in different vehicles and entered a grayish colored building. It was the recreation center on the east coast of the town. Ignoring the opposites presence, they entered the building quietly and without insults.
A miracle!!
Woodcrest's recreation center wasn't anything special. Dull as your daily checkup to the doctor. And folks, it can be dull at times. The paint was crusted and peeling away, Jazmine could only make out a light green from the falling pieces. The floor had a gritty, nasty look to it, comparison to most of the work in the center.
"Its two floors," she said quietly, "I suppose we go up".
Nodding in silence, Riley followed Jazmine up the stairs. Hallways that were nearly identical to the bottom floor. Quiet as ever, only their footsteps filling in the gaps of muteness.
"Riley, have you ever been to community service," her soft voice, her gaze at the window on her left.
He cocked an eyebrow, a slightly annoyed look coming upon his face as he scanned her. She was wearing blue jeans that went to her ankles. A plain t-shirt that had pink stripes and had the single "Don't Hate me cuz I'm cute"! Her flat iron hair was in two low pigtails. Her calm demeanor puzzled the younger Freeman brother.
Now facing forwards, Jazmine titled her head in the direction of the taller Riley. "Riley, you didn't answer my question".
"Hmm...," "oh-no I haven't done any community service".
"Oh".
A small conversation for the walk. Passing a left corner they had noticed a sign being held up with a metal post it read: Community Service Meeting Today!!
"Ah...the smell of reformation, cleanliness". She smiled brightly. Ms. Hernandez had been doing counseling for the past 10 years of 35 years of her life. Her job was to make her clients feel at home, and at the same time bring down hard bricks on their heads to teach them the error of their ways.
"Wunclear, you don't pay me enough".
How long had it been since the rec had gotten a good clean, a good paint job? Twenty years? Or was it 22 years, she couldn't remember. All she knew was this: She never had enough time on her hands to actually do anything about it.
To the best of her knowledge and ability, she posted a few posters about honesty and responsibility. Her two favorite words and the same two words that made this 35 Latina single.
Single, single, single. Is that enough of an emphasis on the point being made?
"Really what do I get out of this job," she sat in her desk pulling out manilla folders on her two newest clients.
"Jazmine Dubois," her face scrunched up, "the district attorney's daughter, who knew"?
"Riley Freeman, legendary Esco". She chuckled at the name. Many of the Judges in the district regularly talked about the 16 year old, calling him a threat to humanity. And the same time they would tease about how much their female children would like to "know him better". Both kids, in her eyes, were both heavily attractive.
Hearing soft footsteps down the hall, she closed the folders, "I'm not my sister who gets kicks outta f&$ lil kids," she mumbled.
"Yeah," rubbing her temples, "today is gonna be one hell of a day".
The Freeman Home:
"Gwen, why do you come here all the time"?
"I should be asking you the same thing".
"Huey isn't even here, and you're here".
"So are you, and you-the point that is trying to fit through here is what"?
"I'm his best friend, and you are...".
"His commander, I command things when no one is around, the VP of the household".
Cindy and Caesar came home to a nearly empty home, only Gwen sat in Granddad's lazy boy, watching CNN. The two love birds sat on the couch, sending warning glances at the Afro-Asian Goddess on the other side.
"It seems that you two are threatened by my presence," she smirked, "is this true"?
"Hell to the naw," Cindy snapped, "ya ass should be at ya own house"!
"Cindy," Caesar grabbed upon her shoulder, "don't get so feisty".
Caesar had always known that Cindy was never fond of Gwen. She usually called her "Crazy bitch," "Bitch who got problems", or her favorite-"Crazy Bitch who got problems". Gwen heard them all, and personally took delight of them all...sometimes.
"Aww...how cute," her voice indifferent, "Caesar has to watch out for his lil white bitch," she chuckled darkly.
"What the-oh no its on you lil Afro-Asian bitch"!! Cindy stood up, her face gone red, and her fists bawled up.
Gwen sat in the chair, an opaque smile on her smooth caramel skin. "So arrogant, so foolish, you're the one who started it". Turning her eyes back to the television. "Be quiet, I'm watching the news".
"You ain't nothin but a lonely bitch," Cindy hissed. Tension and fear began rise in Caesar, why wouldn't it? Cindy was the toughest and strongest white girl in Woodcrest, beautiful and intelligent. Mainly kind to most of her friends; however, it was Gwen that made her snap.
Caesar understood that Gwen wasn't the most "easiest" person to get along with. That she had a demeanor that was completely and utterly unreadable. To be honest, he didn't know why he was friends with her. A woman like Gwen...had this way of making people hate her and love her at the same time.
A knowledge and a mystery to the common man's eye. In a way, a very disturbing way, Caesar sort of got a small perceptive of how Huey felt.
"And all you ever be," Gwen hissed, "is a little white girl who wishes so desperately to be black".
"Please, I don't try to be nothin, all you eva be is the bitch that everyone hates". "Ya think ya so smart, so brilliant-so what"! "You'll be lonely for the rest of ya days, and no one will ever truly care".
I indulge myself in things that I need. That I need to survive. This little insignificant fool. Hmm...well if she wants a battle of wits, then so be it.
Tension in the household grew incredibly fast with those words. Somehow, her face remained calm. Her head lowered, her hands still on the arms of the chair. "Hurt, the great Gwen can't think of a word to say, can ya"?
"Can I"? Her voice femininely deep. "Or may I"?
"May I say that you have made a great observation, I'm a bitch". "I've always been the bitch, I shall remain the bitch, that is who I am".
Gwen got out of the chair. Her height nearly equal to Cindy's, she crossed her arms, that same coolness washing over her. Cindy scowled at the girl's cockiness.
"You don't know who you are".
"Of course I do-I know who I am"!
"I didn't ask, I told you-you live this life...".
"Shut up".
"You live this life as if it was nothing, you lil wigga". "I apologize Caesar, to him I apologize, not you-you are a wigga".
"You didn't fit in with the white kids at your school, they constantly bullied you...so you had to make new ones". "You begged your mother and father to bring you to a different school, so you can find people like you".
"Gwen," Caesar said sincerely, "please".
"No, I will not stop, I can't be stopped, Cindy has brought this upon herself".
"Is that it, so what"?
"You call me a bitch, a lonely one at that, but I laugh at you-ha"! "You want to act the talk, you want to act the walk, you say what you wanna say about, be like the rest-I don't care". "I lived a life that is more real than your ever little white family ever has before".
"You don't know anything about me," Cindy spoke softly, "nothing".
Caesar watched helplessly as his love began to break. Gwen's words shooting her, taking her down. Is this what Gwen was filled with, hate and anguish? He could see the prideful look in her eyes, what kind of person was standing right before him?
For all the might in his body, he couldn't move not one muscle in him.
"Momma Daddy can ya take me out to the game," Gwen impersonated, "please-no one wants to be around me, they call me weird".
"Momma who was that man, please tell me, please". "Daddy, that wasn't Mom was it"? "Cynthia, you are a wigga, you act black and you come so close to it". "Now that you have a black man, it must make you feel good-but it doesn't".
"What are you talking about"?
"Even with Caesar's love in your heart, there is still a giant hole of loss, that everyday of your fake little life that you try to fill in".
How much did Gwen know? How much Cindy went through? Cindy stood tall, and even with Gwen harsh words-she could she. In those dark chocolate eyes, so much loss, those words that flew so smoothly out of her mouth. Were those truly about Cindy?
Cindy's looks betrayed how she truly felt. She was pissed, a word that could go beyond the normal term for furious. Yet, she remained tranquil throughout the whole thing, not raising one fist at her.
"Gwen," Cindy spoke gently, "I don't know much about you, and I really don't want to know".
"Good".
"You speak so clearly, so calm, but deep inside, you're just like me".
Gwen narrowed her eyes, "What is that suppose to mean"?
"I mean, you have this cool look when deep inside of you there is heat that is just begging to be let out".
"Heat that reveals so much more about you, a lot more".
Whoa. That was deep Cindy, real deep.
Gwen's face remained emotionless, Caesar breathing deeply in and out. Cindy, anger slowly flowing away. The tension somehow began to fade, Caesar now capable of breathing at a normal rate.
"An interesting hypothesis Cynthia," she clicked her tongue, "an interesting one indeed".
"Cindy," Caesar said shakily, "don't ever do that again".
"Do what," she snapped, "don't tell me that you're on her side".
"I'm not on anyone's side, Gwen is dangerous".
"Please, I can take her".
"Yeah, but you're not an expert at the legendary martial art of Pai Mei". "Not even Huey can beat her".
"Really," Cindy's voice revealing that she truly didn't care, "I'm so surprised".
"Come on babe, you know I don't mean it like that".
"She's not so great ya know, she has problems". "And I don't get it, what's up with her sabotaging Huey's and Jaz's relationship, she is such a bitch"!!
"I dunno, but it was her that got them together, disturbing I know-believe it though".
"If she wanted Huey," she huffed, "why didn't she fight for him".
Good Question.
"I dunno, Gwen isn't the one to just throw herself at a person".
A soft smile appeared on Cindy's face. Grabbing Caesar's arm, tugging on it hard. Her porcelain hands lovingly brushed against his muscular chocolate ones. Her warm face leaned on his mid-arm, their hands locked as one.
"And that's why I love you," he whispered.
"Why is that," she purred.
"You're so unpredictable, so very unpredictable".
"I know".
Community Service:
Throughout her prestigious career, Aixa Hernandez had heard some wild stories from teens: Two girls fighting over some boy, two boys fighting over some girl. And there were even a few gay ones to put in it. But...this one had to take the cake. Really, would anyone truly fight over something so...
Juvenile?
"A dog"? Her voice obviously annoyed with the fact, "You beat up Riley because he talked about your recently dead dog".
"Yeah, a dog that no one even liked". Riley huffed.
"Shut up Gangsta wannabe," Jazmine hissed deadly, "you're still the one who got his ass kicked in the park by a mulatto princess".
"And I'm guessing that mulatto princess is you, huh"?
"Damn straight it is-ya lil bitch". Her eyes glaring daggers at Riley, he only shrugged. "Princess was an adorable pooch who could do no wrong".
"Yeah, tell that to ma brotha," Riley snickered, "he didn't appreciate his encyclopedia collection being torn up by dog's teeth". And it was true. Huey did not fancy that at all. Fortunately, both for the dog's survival and Jazmine's heart, he didn't snipe it down.
"Huey should have put his little collection somewhere safe where my angel wouldn't have gotten to it".
How powerless could one woman get?
"Dammit Jazmine that dog was nothin but trouble and you that"!!
"Princess was not a punk-ass nigga Riley take it back"!
"Neva"!!
"She was an angel"!! She took off her shoe, which sadly was not a stiletto, and rammed against Riley's head. Causing him to fall onto his ass, and he groaning in pain. Ms. Hernandez winced as she watched the spectacle unfolding before her. This kids didn't need counseling.
They needed anger management.
Riley roughly got back into his plastic chair as Jazmine soundly got back into hers. "If she was such a damn angel why the hell she six feet under right now".
"What was that," Jazmine snapped her head at Riley.
"Nuthin".
If ever have children, I pray to good merciful God that they will not be like these two. If they are, I might as well go to an asylum for the rest of my days and let those monsters go into foster care.
What am I talking about? I shouldn't think such ideas, I'm a Christian. Then again, no man would never lie with me and conceive a child.
The bastards, ugh they make me sick.
"Ms. Hernandez, are you okay"?
She hadn't realized that the clipboard in her hand was beginning to break. She quickly placed it onto her desk and smiled widely.
"Of course Jazmine," she said with a fake smile, "why wouldn't I be"?
"It just seemed that you were a lil off that's all".
"Don't worry, lets get back to work".
If I keep a positive view on all of this, everything will turn out okay. It doesn't matter that a gangsta in the making and a preppy mulatto girl who wish to claw each other's eyes out are in my presence. And if they do attack, I won't be able to stop them. I will be defenseless.
Oh crap, their staring at me. What am I gonna do!!? Someone help me!!
"Now kids," she chuckled nervously, "lets do some breathing exercises, and then we'll talk about our feelings".
"I dunno wanna talk shit with that mulatto train wreck".
"What"!?
"You know damn well, yo ass is a messed up train wreck".
"You got some nerve fool, you ain't that hot yourself".
Oh Jazmine, I beg to differ. I so beg to differ.
"Don't you go there Mulatto, I got more girls than ya eva get boys".
"Please I have the only man that I'll ever need, and besides those girls that you have are only whores"!
"Hoes, girls what's the difference".
"And that is why you will never have a successful relationship".
"Successful, you're relationship wit Huey ain't all that great anyways, he too busy trying to be some kind of revolutionist".
"Shut up Riley"!!
Man or woman could feel so sorry for Ms. Hernandez right now. Once again she was caught in some kind of drama that she rather not be apart of. It wasn't like she could just get up and quit, this is her way of getting money. How she paid her bills, ate, bought clothes, got her car, her lonely woman meals, and her lonely woman vibrator. Don't forget the vibrator.
Oh the horror, the horror.
Go to your happy place Aixa, go to it. Think your with Marc Anthony and that Jennifer had tragically died in childbirth and fell in love with his therapist. Ah, and I'm that therapist. He reveals to me all the pain that he is having because of trying to take care of his two children: Richie and Evita. We get close and we fall in love, and we get married.
A Malibu wedding, with all my friends and family. Then we move to Idaho away from all the paparazzi and haters.
While Riley and Jazmine continued to argue, Aixa Hernandez left this world for her own personal one. Where her life was perfect with her, Marc Anthony, and her two step children: Richie and Evita.
Fantasy is such a drug. An intoxicating drug that all the people in the world indulge themselves in one way or another.
aww...like old times. trying to rip each other's hearts out. sweet. here ya go folks, chapter 8. i'm aiming for 30 reviews so please pretty please review. thanks for all the support. didn't like cindyxgwen fighting but hey, someone had to tell her off, right?