A/N: So with the second game I've decided to incorporate some CFL rules into the game as it is the football game I am most familiar with and it allows me to use some more interesting plays that are not possible with NFL rules. When I use CFL rules I will mention them at the bottom of the update for those who may not be aware of the difference between the leagues. Once again I want to give thanks to DaveTheWordsmith, KODfreak, and DaBlackGoku for reviewing and giving great feedback. Everyone you should check out and review their works because there is some great stuff there if you haven't already, especially "Choices" and "More than Friends" great fics by DaveTheWordsmith and KODfreak's "The Other Guy". Also check out and review "Life Goes On" by DaBlackGoku one of my favourite fics on the site. Please review this chapter and the one I put up late last night and tell me what you think about both of them as individual chapters and as part of the larger story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks, Aaron McGruder and Sony Pictures does.

Chapter 22 – Half Time Revelations

Riley threw his helmet into his booth and then threw himself down on his chair. Pulling a towel over his head he ignored the rest of his team. How was he supposed to match Jason last play when he could not kick? He'd have to concede this one to his rival, but he would win the big battle even if his team lost.

"Are we going to see this same crap from you in the next half Riley?" Alex asked pulling off his towel. "We don't need unreliable players."

"What about ya den nigga? Ya could barely make da line of scrimmage on most plays and ya gave up a safety dat led to a field goal," Riley challenged his captain. If he was still on his old team he would never have challenged his captain like that, but then again Huey would have kicked his ass if he ever did. He did not fear the mulatto teen and did not care about his problems, all that mattered was his victory.

"I'm not the one going around saying how great I am and how I will do everything. I know our running game is shit that's why we focused so much on our passing game that means you. Tex is catching his balls as much as I hate to admit it, but you dropped easy catches, missed kick returns, and can't even stop your charge from catching the ball in return!" Alex bellowed throwing his chair across the room. "We've already lost one game if we lose today there is no way we can make the finals, so smarten up and play like you say you can or get the fuck out ."

"Screw ya'll niggas I don't have to take this," Riley said grabbing his helmet and storming out of the locker room.

"I'll bring him back," Brooks said quickly following his new friend out the door.

"Fuck! I'm not going to stand for this," Alex shouted at his departing receivers. "If I can't win their way I'll win my way."

In the locker room on the other side of the stadium the mood was entirely different. Everything was quiet as Huey gave his half time report. He went over what they did good and what they did badly and finally what they were going to do in the upcoming half. "Finally when did you learn how to kick?" he asked Jason after spending the last couple of minutes talking about that last play.

"I've always been able to kick," Jason said with his smirk. "You just never asked."

"It doesn't matter because you just gave me a new fourth down weapon," Huey said with a rare smile. "How are you ribs handling the game?"

"They hurt a little, but it's nothing to worry about," Jason said dismissing Huey's concern.

"If they hurt then get them checked out before the half starts. I don't need you going down again because you were too stubborn to get a simple check up," Huey continued. "We'll meet you at the tunnel again."

"I'll go wit' him," Cindy said ready to seize the opportunity to get Jason alone again.

"Fine I'll get Rummy to meet you there," Huey said turning back to the rest of his team. "I'm done talking so rest up and refocus. We still have half the game to play and our lead is not that big yet that we can let up."

Riley stormed down the corridor his cleats clanking off the cement floor grumbling to himself. How could they disrespect him like that, their star player? They had come begging him to play for them not the other way around and they had the nerve to threaten him.

"I told ya didn't I," Brooks said running to catch up to Riley. "They'll turn on ya da moment ya screw up. They don't care that you got two touchdowns or that they are playing just as bad. You are their star and when you fail they'll find a new star just like they did to me."

"I don't need to hear it Brooks," Riley said trying to ignore his new friend.

"Ya do need to hear it. They are turning on ya and if we keeping screwing up and da other team keeps increasing their lead things are going to ugly," Brooks warned. "I saw it last game and I can guarantee it will happen in this one too."

"What am I supposed to do about it? I can't score all our points I have my hands full wit' my own stuff right now," Riley admitted. "Everyone else needs to pick up seir game too."

"I need passes first," Brooks said starting to get irritated himself.

Riley was about to give his nasty retort when he heard the clacking of more cleats coming from in front of them. In his anger he had not realised he had wandered near the medical room of the stadium. The last time he had been there he was watching out for his friend now judging by the sounds of the more cleats against cement he may have been the one to put him there. Looking back on the first half targeting his ribs in the end zone was not something he was proud of but he wanted to win and in the end when he won he believed it would be worth it.

All four players stopped just before the medical room door when they spotted each other. They stared at each other for a few moments before Jason was the first to speak. "Riley," was all he said but it was enough to break the silence.

"What are ya doing here nigga?" Riley asked hotly, his anger bubbling again.

"That is my business and my team's business," Jason replied coolly, determined not to get into another fight with his rival off the field.

"It's ya ribs isn't?" Riley said a little guilty. Did he cause enough damage that Jason had to get checked out again?

"Again none of yours or your new friends business," Jason said, but he heard the guilt in Riley's voice.

"Whatcha doing here Reezy?" Cindy asked looking at what was once her best friend and hoped would be again one day soon.

"I'm taking a walk nigga," Riley said a little nastier than he intended but his heart was still hurting and seeing the two of them walking so casually beside each other woke the jealousy inside him again. "I didn't know a nigga wasn't allowed to take a walk. Can only white people walk in dis part of da stadium?" Almost immediately after the words left his mouth Riley regretted saying them especially when he saw the hurt in Cindy's eyes. She may have been a tough girl and had less compassion then most girls, but she was still a girl somewhere in her heart and to hear her best friend say such a thing with venom in his voice stung deep.

"Watch your tongue Riley. I won't let you talk that way to her," Jason growled losing his cool once again in the face of Riley's words.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Riley continued too far to stop now even if he wanted too.

"It's not worth it JJ," Cindy said pulling Jason toward the medical room. "Fists won't solve his immaturity. When ya finally get over whatever crawled up ya ass and died and want to talk civilly ya know where we are, Reezy. Until den we have nothing to say to ya." She pulled Jason into the medical room where Rummy was waiting to inspect Jason's ribs.

"God I fucked up again," Riley cursed. He did not want to say such horrible things to Cindy but seeing them standing together brought out a side of him he was trying hard to suppress, but every time he opened his mouth he made things worse with his best friend.

"So is it worth it?" Brooks asked.

"Is what worth what nigga?"

"Is ya revenge on that blonde haired guy worth da pain ya causing ya other friends?" Brooks said even though he knew Riley knew what he meant.

"No but it just comes out," Riley admitted. "Seeing dem together tears at my very being and I say things a nigga don't mean."

"Den maybe it's time to step back and ask yaself. Are ya seeking revenge to prove ya are da better player or are ya tryin' to get revenge because she chose him and not you?" Brooks reasoned trying to settle his friend down. Even though he had only known Riley for a week now his well being was worth more to him then seeing his crappy team win. On a team where he really had no friends because of Alex the one friend he finally did have he did not want to see destroy himself because he was misplacing his anger to those important to him.

"I want to prove dat I'm da better player den dat nigga," Riley lied, he knew it but it was too late to change his story. "I'm tired of always playin' second to everyone, my brother, Jason, everyone. I want to be number one for once in my life nigga."

"Den we should get back to da team. Half time is almost over. We don't have to like dem but if ya want to prove ya da best den ya have to show you're at least willing to try and get along," Brooks reasoned.

"Yeah ya right nigga," Riley agreed. If it meant beating Jason and finally showing Cindy who was better he would put up with Alex.

"So Rummy what's up," Jason asked as their ex-marine trainer pocked at his ribs.

"You're fine," Rummy said straightening up.

"I thought so."

"If that's everything I'll be going back to my seat before my beer gets warm," Rummy said leaving the two teens alone in the medical room.

"Are you alright?" Jason asked Cindy who had not said a word since their latest altercation with Riley.

"I'll be fine," Cindy said setting her helmet down on the chair and joining Jason in the medical bed. "It just hurts hearin' Reezy talk like dat. I thought we wuz ride or die niggas and den he goes and says dat shit."

"He didn't mean it. He's just angry at me and misplacing his anger on others," Jason comforted her. "Hopefully we can get him to leave all that anger on the field today and he can at least patch things up with the rest of you."

"What about ya? Don't ya want to patch things up with him too?" Cindy asked.

"As long as he isn't taking his anger out on all of you I can live with his hatred," Jason lied. "Sometimes friendships end over stupid and petty things."

"What about our friendship?" Cindy asked.

"What about it?" Jason asked guessing where things were going.

"We still haven't given me ya answer," Cindy said. "From back in da locker room at practice."

"Oh that question," Jason said looking up at the warning clock that read only one minute before the start of the next quarter. He hopped down off the medical bed and grabbed his helmet staring into the amber visor. "We have to get going if we want to make it in time to meet everyone in the tunnel."

"Of course," Cindy said rolling her eyes. "I'll give in dis time but next time I ask I don't care if a meteor is about to hit us, ya gonna answer da question."

"Sure, sure," Jason said giving her his smirk as they hurried out of the medical room and to the tunnel where they met up the rest of the team waiting for them so they could go back on the field as a team.

"Everything check out?" Caesar asked.

"Nothing was wrong," Jason said giving Cindy a look that told her what happened with Riley was something he wanted to keep between them right now. Cindy just gave him a slight nod. If Huey or Caesar found out they'd go ballistic and get the team disqualified.

"Then let's crush them and wash our hands of this foul team," Huey said putting his helmet on and running onto the field.

Riley's true feelings have finally come to light but will he let the healing process begin or will he remain stubborn and prideful and throw any chance of reconciliation out the window?