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"You know why we're doing this, right?" Riley asked Jazmine. They stood outside of the school.
"Uhhh...not really." She said, confused.
"Damn it Jazmine." Riley said slapping his head. "You can't tell Huey you love him! That ruins the plan!"
"What plan? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Jazmine asked, panicked. Throwing her hands in the air out of anguish. Groups of students turned their heads. Jazmine was silent, embarrassed. They returned to their conversations.
Riley grabbed her arm. He lowered his voice. "I'm talking 'bout G.Y.A.T. N. O. M. A. Get You And That Nigga Off My Ass. If you and Huey are good friends, he'll be less of a bitch, and start leaving me alone. But if you get all serious and shit, 'bout love and shit, he gon' run off, and yo ass be crying to ME! A nigga ain't got time to be givin' emotional advice. Get it?"
Jazmine blinked. After intense silence between the two of them, she spoke. "Got it...I guess."
Riley scowled. "Let's get going." He said, eventually. He left the school premises quickly, and Jazmine followed, hobbling behind.
She followed the slumping child, and looked to her snow themed watch. The snowman's stick hands told her it was ten minutes to the bell! Where were they going? Riley did mention something about 'niggas' before...
Her thoughts temporarily distracted Jazmine. She jog to catch up to Riley.
"Riley! Where are we going? To your friends' house?"
"Yeah. My niggas. "
"What are we going there for?"
Jazmine caught up to Riley. They walked side by side.
"I need Ed and Rummy to help get that card from Huey."
"Can't we do it?" Jazmine asked.
Riley closed his eyes and scowled. He hated when Jazmine said 'we'. As if they were a team. Even so, he felt sympathy for her sometimes. God he hoped Jazmine wasn't projecting her love on him!
He opened his eyes. They got to the edge of the sidewalk "No." He said. He crossed the street without her. Jazmine pattered across the icy concrete after Riley's impatient strides.
"Wait Riley!" She called.
...
Huey was waiting for the office to open. The janitor was late again. He searched for anyone with a key, but found no one. While we waited, he dropped some books off at the library, and re read his message seventy eight times. He had knocked on the door three times, and he peered through the door window. It was dark. No light, likely there was no one there.
"This is ridiculous." Huey sighed.
He did not like waiting.
"Come on." He said, tapping his foot. "He said it would be open by 8:10."
He quickly scanned his surroundings. No one around. He looked at his watch again. 8:22.
He decided that he was going to get in by kicking the door down. No one was around. What did he have to lose.
After one last quick look around, he stuffed his paper in his pocket, and put his hands on either side of the door frame, using it for leverage. He raised himself up, until his legs dangled in the air. He raised his legs up, and kicked down the door.
"BANG!" The door cracked, as it snapped open.
Huey still had his hands on the sides of the frame. A scowl still on his face. He dropped his legs, and lowered himself to the ground. He was going to sign in first.
As he took the paper out of his pocket, he looked around the dark office. He had been here many times before. To the principle's office after he and Riley beat some white boys into another nationality. Putting up the posters for the Christmas play. In the darkness, he could make out the faint yellow walls and the secretaries' oak desks decorated with useless bobble heads, and neon bracelets the younger students brought in. Today, there was something off about the place.
At first, it was the smell.
It was strange; sweaty.
"Damn. What is that?" Huey asked himself. His voice filled the office.
"Shhhh..." A voice whispered. It gave Huey a sudden jolt. He didn't suspect someone was here. He just remembered the principle telling him, "The doors should be open by 8:10, Huey. Just come in, and make yourself at home." Although on the other hand, the secretaries would be here by 8:00. Even by 7:00...
"No..." Huey said quietly. He turned on the lights. "What the..." He stepped closer to the desk to sign his name on the clipboard. He felt himself step on a soft...delicate lace.
He looked down. Below his foot was a purple triangle. Women's underwear.
"Hell no!" Huey said.
"Who's put there?" Huey heard a voice. It was the principle! Before be could move, he saw the man walk out of his office looking dishevled. "What are you doing here?" The man asked on instinct. After a few seconds, it registered in the principles mind.
"Huey?" He asked. "Oh...uh...Oh shit! I'm sorry, I forgot!"
Huey said nothing.
As soon as he opened the door, the scent bloomed through the office.
"Who's out there?" Secretary Adams asked. She walked out. How could she not here the man say 'Huey' Huey thought.
She stood beside Principle Harris, wearing her auburn dress, covered in sweat.
"Oh! Huey!" Adams tried smoothing down her dress, and fixing her frizzed red hair. The principle coughed awkwardly and uneccesarily.
Huey said nothing.
"Uh...what did you need again, Huey?" Secretary Adams asked, smiling her smoke stained smile.
Huey's blank expression was replaced with a scowl. "I'm here to deliver my 'February message.'"
"Oh! Right, we'll...uhhhh. Sure. Go ahead." The principle said.
"The bell didn't ring yet."
"Oh...well...read it to...us?" The principle said, gesturing at the secretary and himself. He quickly assumed his actions would cause even more trouble. "Uh no! I mean Secretary Adams and I! Because we're not together...separate. I mean, not Secretary Adams andI. I meant, 'Secretary Adams...and I.' I didn't mean the confusion of a, uh collective term, if you will."
Huey looked at them. They must be so humiliated.
"Uhhh...I would prefer to read it when the student body comes inside. If you don't mind."
"Prefer it? Of course, dear. Do whatever you need!" The secretary exclaimed. The principle agreed, nodding.
"Umm...okay." Huey said, with a slight inflection. He backed away from them slowly. "I just need to go to my locker. I'll be back."
"Alright, then." The secretary said. She waved at Huey, and the principle shot Huey a painful smile.
Damn. They both thought, we are so fucked.
...Chapter 2 Updated January 3-4 2014
"Riley! This is crazy!" Jazmine shouted.
Riley stood outside of Rummy's place. He turned away from knocking on the door to see Jazmine, standing outside of the fence, with her legs shaking together.
"Come on Jazmine. Why you gotta be like that?" Riley asked, putting his arms up in the air. "Man, come on."
"But...but you still haven't answered my question." Jazmine said, now taking a more confident tone. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "We've been walking for twenty minutes, and you still haven't explained to me, why we need Red, and Eummy's help!"
"'Kay, first of all, it's 'Ed and Rummy' not no "Red, and Eummy." Second, if you really can't see the problem in front of you, then fine, I'll answer yo question. Damn."
Jazmine scowled. "Hmm." She said, irritated.
"Huey's got all kinds of traps to pull on a nigga, he's probably got that card all locked up in a safe! With a laser protected combo lock, that he put in a bullet proof case, guarded by volts of electricity, hidden in a cave in Cuba...underwater! So-so, you know, we needs to have that fire power that Ed, and Rummy have!"
"Soooooo, we're going to Cuba?" Jazmine asked, raising her eyebrow, and forming her mouth into a cherry shape.
Riley hit his head. "No, Jazmine, we ain't going to no Cuba."
"But you said..."
"Forget what I said 'bout Cuba, man! He's probably got it locked up with all that other stuff, bet he dug a cavern in his locker that leads down to the Earth's core. I love Huey, almost like a brother, but I know that nigga be doin' all kinds of crazy shit!"
Jazmine blinked. "So, why do we need this card again?"
"'Cause you wrote you love Huey, remember? That jeopardizes the whole 'me getting some peace and quiet thing.' He's probably gon' be like 'Jazmine I don't love you.' Then you gon' cry, keep trying to talk to me, while Huey be ignoring you. I explained this to you earlier, Jazmine! Don't you get it, yet?"
Jazmine looked at Riley through shaky eyes. The words pierced her like knives. She started to sniff. "H-He doesn't like me?" Jazmine asked, tears daring to poke out of her eyes.
Riley realized what he caused. His face changed from a scowl to a more sympathetic look. "N-No, Jazmine..."
"H-He's gonna ignore me? AHHHHHHHH!" Jazmine bawled, putting her gloved hands up to her eyes, the tears were freezing on her soft skin.
Riley tried to look away, hiding his guilt. Damn, what did I do? This is exactly what I thought was gon' happen!
He looked back at Jazmine. He walked down the steps slowly. "Uhhh, Jazmine?" He asked, now standing in front of her behind the gate.
"H-Huey hates me. Doesn't he Riley? Oh, I'm so dumb! I thought he was my friend!" She gasped between sobs.
"H-He is you friend. Don't cry, Jazmine!" Riley said. He opened the gate, and quickly patted her on the shoulder.
Jazmine's sobs slowed. Riley was relieved. Man, if we weren't here, that shit could happen to me every day. That would suck! Woooo, heh, heh, heh, it's like defusing a bomb! Dang, I wish my niggas saw that! Heh, heh, heh. Young Reezy, is there anything I can't do?
Riley smiled, standing next to Jazmine, her hands sill shielding her eyes. "You see, Jazmine? Didn't I say that was gon' happen?" He said, happily.
Jazmine was silent for a few moments. Suddenly, her arms dropped from her face, and she turned to look straight at Riley, there was anger in her eyes.
"AHHHHH!" She shouted, with a primal cry, she took off her glove and slapped him in the face.
Riley was struck. He felt the cold sting of her hand on his cheek. It was offensive. What did he do?
"Man, what's wrong wit'chu? I help you, and that's what you do?"
"How could you, Riley? He doesn't hate me! I'm his only friend!"
"What...? Nigga, what's yo problem? I didn't say he hated you, you said that shit!"
"Still, you keep saying he's going to ignore me, or he's going to reject me? How do you know? It's just a card! If anyone here doesn't like me, it's you! Yo would never help me unless it was to benefit yourself, which it is! You drag me around, and don' even tell us where we're going, and you're going to invite guys with guns to the school? That's messed up Riley!"
"Messed up...? A'ight, I'm through tryin' reason with you. Let's go! I ain't holdin' back just 'cause you's a girl!" Riley got into hsi street fighting stance.
"Man, I'ma psych you out! Yo momma so black when she gets out the car the check oil light comes on!"
"You met my mother! You know that's not true!" Jazmine said, getting in a defensive stance.
"Yo shut up, fake ass Mariah Carey!" Riley shouted. Soon he lunged at Jazmine, and then, as if by telepathy, they were in the collar and elbow hold. The two children were strong against each other, fighting on the sidewalk, and catching a few curious eyes. First Riley had the advantage, then Jazmine got the upper hand by lowering her center of gravity.
"A'ight, I was being easy wit-chu, quit playin'!" Riley said, still trying to beat her down.
"Easy, huh? Thought you said you 'ain't holding back, cause you's a girl!'" Jazmine said, imitating Riley. She laughed.
"Think that's funny. I'ma show you somethin' hysterical!" Riley said, he pushed down, and got the upper hand, now walking Jazmine backwards.
Jazmine was getting defeated, but she wouldn't back down. Now she was geuninley afraid, since he was backing her up into an icy patch on the sidewalk.
"Riley, watch out, it's black ice!"
"Yeah, and that's white snow, quit tryin' move my focus."
Soon Jazmine moved sideways, avoiding the patch. Riley was confused, and slipped, flying trough the air. He was 20 feet above Jazmine's head.
"Oh...oh. WOOOOOO!" Riley said. "Niggas! I'm flying! Can you believe it? I'm flying!"
"Riley!" Jazmine called up to the air, concerned. "It's okay! I'll catch you!"
"Catch me? I don't need no one to catch me! Check it, Jaz, I can fly!" Riley said, flipping through the air. "I can see the houses, trees, telephone wire-ah shit!" Riley was nearing a telephone wire, and crashed.
"RILEY!" Jazmine shouted.
She looked up in the air, and Riley was hanging from a telephone pole by his shoelaces. The blood was rushing to his head fast.
"Ugh, dang." Riley pulled himself up, he was now right side up, holding on to the wire, and his feet were dangling downward.
"HELP! HELP! Somebody!" Jazmine called.
"I ain't fucking with that shit." A passer by declared.
"Me neither."
"Yeah, I'm out."
The people left the scene.
Jazmine heard the Rummy's front door open. She saw a tall red haired, muscular man answer it. He was standing in a soft, white robe.
He had a nice, welcoming smile. He had eyes as blue as the summer sea. Jazmine stared at the man, distracted by his looks.
"Wow." Jazmine uttered silently to herself. "He's so..."
"Sorry, Riley, I was in the shower. I got yo text...what the fuck?" Rummy relized he was talking to no one, and Riley was hanging form a telephone wire!
"Riley!"
"Rummy! Look, man, I'ma jump, I think I can make it!"
"No!" Rummy, and Jazmine said simultaneously. "I'm coming, wait there!" Rummy said, and he quickly ran inside.
"That." Jazmine said. "Is one of the most beautiful men...I have ever seen...in my entire...life."
Chapter 3 Updated January 4 2014
"Sonya, Sonya, Sonyaaa-aaa-aahhh." Grandad sang happily, while walking through the grocery store, picking out some pork, cheese, and vegetables. He was planning to pick her up form the airport at 3:00 pm. It was early, put Grandad wanted everything to be perfect.
"Ahhh, finally, everything will be just right. I'll be with a wonderful woman, and have a great night. I just hope the boys don't screw things up."
"Excuse me!" A smooth voice rang out.
Grandad was pulled from his thoughts and there was a young woman before him. She held one of the store's red, plastic baskets in her tanned, soft, right hand, and her left was tucked in her pale blue women's executive suit. She had the voice of a jazz singer. There was hidden laughter in her voice
"I'm so sorry to interrupt, but do you have the time? I-silly me, I left my watch at home." When she spoke, her long black hair fell on her shoulder, and over the yellow dress shirt she had underneath the flattering suit.
Grandad was taken by surprise. She was beautiful. He glanced down at his watch.
"The time? It's uh, 8:38."
"Thank you. Gotta rush, you know?" She laughed.
Grandad laughed too. "Yeah." He said.
"Well, I've got to get going. Thank you." She said, and she walked away with a sway. Her pale blue heels caused her to cross her legs like the model she could pass to be.
"Dang." Grandad thought to himself. "She's beautiful. I would've asked her out, if I wasn't with Sonya. Oh, what am I thinking? Sonya's a wonderful woman, I barley know...what's-her-name anyway!"
Grandad checked his food out at the counter. "I better call Sonya, see if she's alright." Grandad told himself.
He walked out to his car, and sure enough, there was that woman again. She was wearing her purple winter coat, and she pulled the trunk of her car up, stuffing her groceries inside.
"Strange." Grandad thought. "She was wearing a suit earlier. Must've had the coat in her basket. Hmmm, still strange."
Grandad continued to walk to his car, still thinking about the beautiful woman. She got in her car slowly, making sure not to hit the car parked close to hers.
The one which happened to be Grandad's.
Robert noticed this quickly. "She's parked right by me." He said.
He walked to his car, the woman looked over to him. She smiled. Grandad smiled back,
"Hi." SHe said. "Thanks for the time, by the way."
"Oh, well, no problem." Grandad replied, opening his trunk.
"God, I hope this isn't too straight forward, but, would you like to go out sometime?"
Grandad was taken by surprise, he nearly slammed the trunk on his fingers! "W-What? Excuse me?"
"Well, I just saw you in the store, and you looked so cheerful, so happy in there. You just brightened up some of the workers' days! Way better then the other guys I've dated, so mopey! Can I give you my number?"
Grandad was tempted. He was going to be with Sonya that night. But, there was something about this woman. Could it be a fraud? What woman would be so...out there?
"I'm sorry, but I'm seeing someone else tonight."
"Oh." She looked defeated. "Can I still give it to you?" She asked, the smile retuning to her face.
Grandad looked at her, afraid he would mess things up. "Uh, sure."
"Great!" The woman exclaimed. She wrote her phone number down on a piece of paper, she kept in her pocket, and gave it to him.
"Call me when you get the chance." The woman said. "My name's Nadia."
"Pleasure to meet you, Nadia. Robert."
"Nice to meet you, Robert." She got into her car. "Have a good night!" And with that, she strapped in, and drove away.
Robert stood in front of his car door. "What a fascinating woman. Took her coat off in the store, asked ME for MY number? Weird, weird. But I sure as hell wasn't going to say 'no' that might never happen to me again!" He continued muttering to himself, as he got into the car.
|There must be something up!" Grandad said. He strapped in, and about to put his key in the igniton...
SMACK!
Robert closed his eyes after he heard the noise. "What the hell was that?" He said, after opening them. Then, he saw it, the menacing object splatter against his windshield
A snowball. The spherical son-of-a-bitch smeared his view. And who dared to throw it?
"Ha ha ha!" A ring of laughter came from above. Grandad scowled, and got out of his car.
There were three eight year old tan boys up in the tree above the parking spot. A boy with splotchy freckles, and a red knit hat was the perpetrator. Instead of a scowl, there was a shameful flush on his face, as if he had been dared to do it.
"What's wrong, Gramps? Snowed in?" A chubby child sneered. His green eyes crinkled, and his eyebrows bent into a scowl under his blue hat.
"Yeah, problem, old timer?" Another boy called, his orange attire blended in with his sweaty hair.
Grandad stared all three of them down. "I bet you wouldn't feel so tough, if you got down from that tree!"
"We're never leaving!" Green eyes called down.
"Yeah, we can stay up here, forever!" Orange shouted.
Red Cap looked down at Grandad with sympathetic eyes. Sorry he mouthed.
Grandad moved his gaze from Red Cap, and over to the other two, he considered to be trouble makers.
"Oh, yeah? Shoot, how 'bout eating?"
"We'll eat snow! It's edible, it's not white poison!" Green eyes sneered, feeling clever.
"How 'bout the wahsroom? Think you'll pee up in the trees?"
"Yeah, man, down on the inferiors!" Orange shouted.
"Oh, lord, you don't want to do that!" Grandad said, planning to spin a web of lies. "You know when it gets to minus 20, and you pee, it turns to icicles?"
"So what?" Green eyes asked.
"Big deal!" Orange said.
Red Cap said nothing.
"Then when it gets REALLY cold, it turns black, and falls off!"
"Black?"
"Falls off?"
"Mm-hmm."
"AHHHHHHH!" Green eyes and Orange screamed, they jumped out of the tree, and ran to the mall to warm up. Red Cap slowly leaped from the branches, and looked up at Grandad.
"Hey, there, son. Look, what I said, didn't mean to scare you or nothing, just trying to get your friends out of the tree, that's all."
The little boy continued to stare up, he smiled, and shook his head. Then he pulled a small brush from his pocket, and dusted Grandad's windshield.
Grandad was impressed by the thorough work. "Why, thank you, boy."
The little boy smiled once more. He waved, and followed his brothers inside.
"Hmm." Grandad said approvingly. He got in his car, and drove back home.
What a strange day. He thought to himself.