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Chapter 2: Passing the day with dreams of my flower

Mr. Peterson droned on about some semi-racist class plan about how Geek gods, aka Italians, had a more powerful influence then Egyptian gods, aka Africans. I buried into a the memory of Nelson Mandela, but the words blurred in front of me. I keep dragging my eyes up from the book and into Jazmine's fuzzy hair. My hand jittered on my desk as it craved to run through the soft naps.

Her scent messed with mind. I felt myself inch forward every few minutes at a feeble attempt to inhale her sweet aroma. Not meaning to be cliche but she smelled like jasmine. Jasmine with dashes of warm honey. I could feel my subconscious take over as me real mind wondered into dreamland.

My feet sank into the shifting sands, the sun beat on my back. It wasn't like the pleasant warmth from my other dreams but a heated burning sensation that engulfed my entire being. And my afro was so not helping. Sweat slipped down my face and I could actually feel my skin get darker.

"Huey!" a feminine voice called me. The land a few feet in front of me erupted as a porcelain place emerged. Untouched by the sand stood Jazmine, or rather laid Jazmine on a long soft lounge chair. She was dressed in her pure black linen toga that barely covered her butt. She gestured with her slender fingers for me to come forth.

"Jazmine? Why the hell is it so hot?" Wiping away another round of liquid bullets,I walked up the marble steps to join her. She stood to meet me, her unconstrained breast bounced slightly with her movement. She just giggled into her hand.

Her other hand grabbed at my bigger, darker one. She pulled me to the long chair. I started to notice that her lips looked very round in the sunlight the reflected from the gleaming floors. Her jade eyes filled with the colors of the rainbow.

"Sit with me Huey." The smile never leaving her face. I complied,placing my hot body into the place next to my secret love. Jasmine looked me in the eye, snuggling to my chest. " I love you Huey!"

"I-...i..lo-ve..you too.."I mumbled in reply. The half and half seemed to be pleased with my answer and rewarded me with her lips. My arms pulled her close and the undeniable heat didn't seem as blazing as the kiss we shared. I pushed hair back into the cushions, compressing her body between the small bed like chair and my abs.

"Huey? Huey!" Mr. Peterson called, trying to gain my attention but I was to into my daydream to hear or care.

My lips went to her neck, nipping and licking her caramel skin. Jazmine's breathe blew in my ear.

"Mr. Freeman! Answer me this instant." Still not listening.

I was proud to see her skin was light enough too leave red marks. After quickly admiring my handwork on the bi-racial goddess, I recaptured her lips.

"Huey Freeman!" The white teacher slammed his 15 inch ruler sharply on my desk, nicking my memoir as it came down.

My glazed over eyes come back to life at the sudden interruption. Peterson glared down at me , his non prescription glass sat on the bridge of his pointy nose.

"What?" I spatted. This poor excuse for an instructor just stopped one of the greatest thoughts since the NAACP was imagined.

"Can you answer my question?" His bitter smirk made me want to snap his neck. " Who destroyed the Geek religion?" His horrible attempt to embarrass me in front of my Caucasian peers was useless.

"Christians." His wrinkled face cringed but muttered a 'corrected' before traveling back to the black board. After a few more minutes the bell dismissing school rang. Like all he other teens, I floated out the door to me locker. I stuffed books into my metal case as pasty bodies moved around me.

"Huey?" Jazmine, the real Jazmine stepped up to my locker, looking me over. Her emeralds full of worry, not lust. Her hand breezed against mine.

"What." I snapped. The gentle touch I desired was too much for me, my dreams rippled into my head. I snatched my fingers away and focused on packing up to hide my blush.

"You seem distracted lately, what's up?" DuBois picked at her rangy hair, straightening her curl with her fingernail only to have it spring back in place.

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What's up? I wished I could yell 'My stinking dick because of all the dirty dreams I been having about my best friend!', but I just shrugged my shoulders with out a care.

"Really? Well I need help with my calculus so can you come over my house later on tonight? After I finish dance?" Jazmine's gaze moved from place to place coyly.

"Whatever, I'll come at six." I was surprised that she didn't jump back at the fact that my heart was beating a mile per second. She smiled, I really loved her smile.

"Kay! See ya Huey." She stole a quick hug from me before leaving me alone.

Huey finally gets his chance! What will Jazmine and Huey do in the house? Will there be more nasty thoughts or will Huey be able studying? Like this? REVIEW. Hate it? REVIEW. Didn't read it? Well read it then REVIEW!( also some one wrote me that Jasmine name is spelled with a z so thankz!)