"Rah Rah, Like a Dungeon Dragon!" Hey, Nicki Minaj, you got that from Busta Rhymes bitch. Stop tryna be original.

Oops, sorry about that lol. My brother was blastin' that shit in his room and it annoyed me. I had to voice my opinion somewhere, so...

Anyways...

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Enjoyyy! (This chapter's long.)

CHAPTER 11: GOT A LEAD

11:00 am

"Rise and shine, porcupine!" Cindy's square of a father shouted, waking Cindy up with a shriek of surprise. "Oh, sorry honey. Didn't mean to scare you." Normally, Cindy would've been annoyed by her dad's weirdness, but she didn't care right now. He just stayed with her all night and all morning and she was grateful for that.

"It's okay, Dad." She said, accepting his apology. "Are my friends here yet?"

Her dad shook his head. "Not yet, but they should be here any minute now." Cindy nodded, but as she looked around, she saw the absence of one important person.

"Hey, where's Mom?" She questioned.

"Oh, she just went to get you some clothes," he began. "You're leaving today."

On that note, Cindy's face lit up with excitement. "Really?"

"Yep." He replied with a wide grin.

"So, what time?"

"6:30."

"6:30?" Cindy asked, slightly disappointed. "Dang, that's late." Her dad's only response was an apologetic shrug.

The McPhearsons, minus Lauren, just watched the television (the news was the best choice), and after a while, Cindy was so bored that she began to drift off, that is until her mother walked through the door holding a McDonalds bag and a Nike duffle bag with Cindy's clothes inside. Behind her walked in a little girl with blue jeans, a pink hoodie and white Nike dunks. The little girl's hair was in two braids that stopped just below her shoulders. It was none other than Cindy's five year old cousin, Kayla.

Kayla loved to be around her oldest cousin and Cindy loved to be around her. Who knew Cindy "Fearsome" McPhearson liked children? I mean, she was family, but that meant nothing. Cindy loved kids. If she had enough time, she would work with her aunt at the local daycare center.

So when she saw her baby cousin walk in, she smiled at the little girl. Kayla, without hesitation, ran up to Cindy and tried jumping on the bed, but she couldn't reach it.

"I got her." Lauren said as she casually picked her niece up and placed her on Cindy's lap.

"Cindy!" The cute little girl exclaimed in a cute little voice. Cindy couldn't help but giggle at her cousin's cuteness.

"Hey, Kay." She responded and kissed the girl on the forehead.

"Guess what…" Kayla started, causing Cindy to shrug. "I got you something."

Cindy continued to smile. "Really? What is it?" Kayla put her hands behind her back in a shy manner.

"I can't tell you yet." She answered as Cindy playfully rolled her eyes.

"Then why'd you tell me you had me something if I can't have it now?"

"Because, you have to guess first. Don't you know anything?" Her cousin joked. But, no, she really did want her to guess though.

Cindy sighed.

"Fine." She reasoned with her. "Hmm…is it edible?"

"Edible? What's that?" the cute little girl asked in genuine confusion. Cindy shook her head as she just realized that most kids probably didn't know that word yet.

"It means, am I able to eat it." She explained as the girl did a soft 'oh'.

"Well, no." Kayla responded.

"Okay, can I walk it?"

"No."

"Can I play with it?"

"No."

"…Can I wear it?" Cindy asked, as she began to run out of options.

"…Yes." The girl stated in thought. Cindy smirked as she had an idea of what it was.

"Well, is it somethin' I can wear every day?"

"If you want to."

"Well, what is it?"

"Not yet."

"Kayla…" Cindy dragged out as she started to get tired of this 'game'. Kayla just shook her head wildly, the pigtails nearly hitting Cindy in the face.

"Not yet."

"Okay, Kayla I think that's enough. Your cousin needs some rest." Charles tried to pry Kayla off, but Cindy protested.

"No, Dad. It's cool. I just woke up like twenty minutes ago anyways." She said as Charles contemplated. After a minute he just shrugged and let them little game between the cousins continue.

"Cindy, Cinddyyyyyyy , Cindy, Ciiindy. Woo!" Granddad sang as he waltzed into the kitchen. He got a call from Charles McPhearson around noon and found out that Cindy was supposed to get out at 6:30, so he told Charles about his plan to cook Cindy and the crew a huge meal.

Which of course, was a half-lie.

Okay, it was a total lie.

Granddad ain't cook a damn thing. If it wasn't for Chico (the dude from the 'The Itis' episode), this sort of thing wouldn't even exist. Not up in his house.

He was far too old to be cooking up a storm.

But he could still go out on dates at Jay-Z concerts, though.

…Shut up, nobody asked you.

"How's it goin', Chico?" Granddad crudely teased before snickering. Yep, him and Riley were definitely related.

Chico just hid his annoyance with a smile and continued cooking. The food looked delicious by the way. He made some barbeque smothered ribs, hot barbeque wings (trust me, homemade ones are the best), homemade mac & cheese, corn on the cob, grilled hamburgers and hotdogs, fish…

Oh yeah, and some dry ass salad for Huey.

Now, I know what ya'll thinkin'. 'What the world? It's not even cookout season. Why the hell are they eatin' that?'

Ya wanna know why?

Ya really wanna know why?

BECAUSE IT'S MY STORY, BITCH!

And Cindy likes that type of stuff, so…

"Mr. Freeman," Chico started off in a Hispanic accent, "How are the boys?" He couldn't help but ask. The last time he's seen them is before Huey went to high school, which was about five or four years ago.

"Terrible. I hate 'em both." Granddad responded with an uncaring tone. "Now, are you gonna keep yappin' in my ear wit' all that nonsense, or you gon' get to cookin'?"

Chico just sighed and continued his cooking as he threw some flour covered fish into the frying pan.

Minutes later, the crew, minus Cindy, bolted through the door. Riley and Caesar were drenched with sweat and the girls covered their noses in disgust. Huey was just…there.

The group of friends noticed something smelling good, except for Huey who found it revolting. They all headed to the living room to chill, and Riley just couldn't resist the urge to ask.

"Aye, Granddad? What you cookin' up in there?" He shouted as if the kitchen was a mile away. Granddad narrowed his eyebrows.

"Boy, hush. I'm right here. And I ain't cookin' a damn thing. Chico is."

"Chico?" Huey asked as he looked around to find no one but Granddad standing in the kitchen. "Where is he?"

Granddad rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. "His lazy ass said somethin' about 'callin' to nature' or somethin'. Whateva, he just wanted to stop cookin'. I know how he do."

"Granddad, he probably said 'nature calls'," Huey noted, "meaning, he had to use to bathroom."

Granddad shrugged uncaringly. "Whateva, I just know his lazy ass betta wash his hands and get back to cookin'. I ain't payin' him for nothin'." He complained. Huey and Riley lifted their eyebrows as they looked at each other and then back at Granddad.

"Knowing you, you probably ain't payin' him at all." Riley replied, followed by snickering. Granddad just scoffed.

"Shut up, or I'll keep all of this for myself." He warned. The crew looked at the elderly man in shock at that warning.

"Wait…this is for us?" Huey asked in disgust.

The old man blew air out through his nose as he grew irritated really quickly. "Yo' tired ass salad ova there on the table." He pointed.

Huey rolled his eyes and decided that talking to his granddad at the moment was unnecessary. Riley didn't think so though.

"Granddad, you here from Cindy?" he questioned. Granddad shook his head as the sixteen year old scoffed in disappointment.

"Nope, but I heard from Charles and he said she was doin' fine and she'd be out at 6:30, so ya'll better be grateful that I planned this dinner for ya'll since ya'll ain't goin' nowhere tonight." He half-explained, and half-scolded. Riley didn't respond, he just diverted his attention to his attire and wrinkled his nose.

"Uh, I think I'ma go head and take a shower. Niggas gotta stay fresh, ya heard me?" He bellowed, not really expecting a response.

"Yeah, 'cause you smell like raw onions and corn chips." Stacia half-joked. "But let me know when you done freshening up." She told him as she discreetly shot him a lustful look. He gladly accepted it with a smile and walked away.

Thank God Granddad didn't notice it.

"And you," Stacia pointed to Caesar, changing her tone altogether. "You goin' next. Ya'll better hurry up, too. I'm tryna see my girl." She ordered as Caesar shrugged.

Within minutes, the sound of water was heard from the upstairs bathroom and at the same time, Chico walked out of the bathroom in the downstairs hallway. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw that Granddad's back was turned. He tried to quickly turn around, but Caesar purposely called him out.

"HEY CHICO!" he yelled with a sneaky smirk. Chico's eyes widened for a second as Granddad turned around.

"Mm hmm, tryna hide from me, ain't you?" Granddad asked in mock surprise. Chico slowly shook his head as if he was a kid again getting caught sticking his hand in the cookie jar.

Caesar just snickered as Stacia hit him in the arm. "You're such a jerk." She whispered as he continued to snicker. Just as Granddad did, the two of them watched Chico continue to cook the delicious meal.

Both teens forgot about Huey and Jazmine, sitting on the couch talking.

"You wanna go to the movies?" Jazmine asked her boyfriend with a small hopeful smile.

"No." He bluntly responded, causing Jazmine's smile to fall off.

"Well, why not?" She inquired in a soft, hurt tone. Huey noticed this and inwardly palmed his forehead.

"It's just, nothin' good's playin', that's all." He replied, trying not to upset her too much.

It…kinda, didn't work.

Jazmine sighed as she reached for the remote on the coffee table. "Alright, fine." She said with slight irritation. Huey's looked at his girlfriend with a raised brow.

"Jazmine, what's the problem?" He asked, slightly irritated himself. He didn't like it when people caught attitudes with him. Jazmine just rolled her eyes as she started to flip through channels. She wasn't really paying attention to the TV, she just wanted to get her mind off of something that's been bothering her.

"Nothing, just drop it, okay?" she pleaded trying to turn away from the subject, as if Huey would let her.

"No, something's wrong. Just tell me." He ordered earning a sigh out of his girlfriend.

Jazmine hesitated and then opened her mouth to speak, but she realized that they needed to be alone. She looked passed Huey to see everyone rattling on about Chico's cooking and Granddad's incessant laughter. "Could we go somewhere private?" She asked timidly. Huey eyed her for a second, but it didn't take long for him to oblige.

He stood up off the couch and took Jazmine's hand to get her up also. The two of them walked upstairs, and since Riley would go in their room, Huey decided to take Jazmine to the guest room instead. Jazmine walked in first and Huey walked in after her, locking the door behind them.

"Okay," Huey began, "What's up?"

Once again, Jazmine hesitated for a second before actually responding. "…Huey, is there anyone else on your mind?" She suddenly asked, shocking Huey completely.

Where was this coming from?

"What do you mean, 'is there anyone else on my mind'?" Huey asked, totally put off by her question. This time Jazmine wasn't timid. Her anger got the best of her.

"Listen here, Huey Freeman." She started in a firm voice that caught Huey off guard. "Just answer the question. Are you seeing someone else?"

Huey's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"Jazmine, what the hell? Of course I'm not seeing anyone else. What gave you that idea?" He asked in annoyance and surprise.

Jazmine huffed out a breath of irritation as she massaged her temples and closed her eyes. Huey just stared at her frustrated nature. She was really mad about something, but where did she get all of this from?

It took a few seconds, but Jazmine finally opened her eyes and responded to his question.

"Huey, when we went to the basketball game, I took a little bathroom break." She began as Huey nodded slowly, not really sure where this was going. "As I'm in one of the stalls, I hear someone's voice saying, 'Girl, these boys here are so cute,' and that girl's friend goes 'Yeah, especially those Freeman boys, but they're taken. Too bad,'." Jazmine continued as Huey smirked. He had a feeling Jazmine was jealous. " Then the first girl was like 'the Freeman brothers?' like she didn't know who you and Riley were or something. Then her friend goes 'Oh, y'know, the cute boy with the braids and his brother with the afro. They look just alike-'"

"I beg to differ." Huey interrupted. Jazmine sucked her teeth in annoyance.

"Can you just let me finish the story?" She rhetorically asked. Huey just gave her a rare apologetic nod. "Okay, so anyways, her friend's like 'Oh, that's their names?' and the other one's like, 'Yeah. Riley goes with Stacia on the dance team, and it took me a while to figure out who Huey's girl was, but I found out that it was that mixed girl.' So I'm just not really paying them any mind as they continue to talk. So when I'm done I walk out and expect them to say 'Oh, there she is,' or something like that, but they just continue to talk as if I wasn't there." Jazmine went on in a frustrated tone as Huey began to look bored. This has gone far enough.

"Jaz-"

"LET ME FINISH!" She yelled abruptly, making Huey clamp his mouth shut. "So the second girl goes 'yeah, his girl is really pretty. She's really short and has long dark hair and her eyes are gorgeous.' So I'm like, okay…that's definitely not me they're describing, because first of all," Jazmine ticked off her fingers, "I'm not short, secondly, my hair's not dark and…well I guess my eyes are gorgeous…but that's beside the point!" She announced as Huey rolled his eyes. "And you wanna know what got me the most?"

"What?" he asked, not really caring.

"The first girl asked 'So how did you find out?' and the girl's friend said 'She told me.'" Jazmine stated in a serious voice as she glared at Huey in anger. "Now how on Earth did Huey Freeman's girlfriend tell that girl that, if his girlfriend doesn't speak to said girl, huh?" Jazmine asked, raising her voice. "Now you tell me, how is that possible?" She challenged him, crossing her arms.

Huey just looked at her with a deadpanned expression.

"Okay, Jazmine. First of all, why would you listen to some females who live their lives talking about other people?" He began.

Jazmine rolled her eyes. "It's not like they were being mean. They called you cute for goodness sake."

"And why," he continued, ignoring her statement, "Would you think that I'm lookin' at another girl?"

Jazmine just remained quiet, but her frustrating demeanor was still the same. Huey rolled his eyes this time.

"C'mon Jazmine. You're smarter than that." He added, using hand gestures. "You know how crazy girls can be, and…hold up." Huey stated, changing his whole attitude from reasoning to shock. Jazmine just lifted up an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked in concern, uncrossing her arms.

Huey looked at Jazmine, not really glaring at her, but he just glared as he thought of the text message from last night. He had forgotten all about it.

Drop the mulatto and you'll save another one of your friends from getting hurt.

"Damn it!" He silently exclaimed, as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket.

As Huey continued to stare, Jazmine grew a bit uncomfortable. "H-Huey? What's wrong? You're scaring me."

Huey just put a hand up as if saying 'stop talking' and Jazmine got the message as she continued to stare at her boyfriend uncomfortably. Huey looked down at his phone and continued to read the whole thing. His eyebrows lifted higher than usual as he read the last line.

Note: This is no joke, Huey Freeman. Sweet dreams, cutie.

"Cutie?" Huey silently blurted out as he thought of the text from last night.

"What?" Jazmine asked, but Huey quickly shushed her.

Huey knew something was up. He had a feeling that this person was much closer than he thought. He had a feeling that he knew this person.

Well…kinda, sorta. He didn't know too many people, but he had a feeling that he'd seen this person before. He just couldn't think of who it was.

He finally looked up from his phone towards Jazmine. "Jaz, I gotta tell you somethin', and you're not gonna like it-"

"I knew it! You jerk! I can't believe I almo-"

"NO, Jazmine!" He yelled and groaned in frustration. "Stop thinkin' I'm lookin' for someone else. I'm not, okay?" Jazmine nodded shyly and Huey sighed as he gently rested his hands on her cheeks. "Look, you know I don't like to yell at you, but you gotta listen to me, okay?"

Jazmine nodded again, and Huey just kissed her forehead, making her feel a lot better.

"Alright, look." He told her as he showed her the text message. Jazmine read it aloud, and after she was finished, she continued to stare at the screen in silence. Huey started to get a little worried when he noticed her quietness. "You, okay?" He asked.

He waited for her response, but all he received was a light snort. Jazmine then turned on her heel and headed to walk out of the room, but she never made it.

"Jazmine," Huey called to her, "I said, are you okay?"

Jazmine didn't budge for a second, but when she turned around, Huey, though he'd never admit it, was a little scared. If looks could kill, he'd be one dead mutha-. "Just to make things clear, you don't know who this person is, right?" She inquired in a low tone Huey never heard before. All he could do was nod slowly. "Okay, so this person just so happens to get your number and text you this pathetic excuse of a threat," She continued, "and you think showing it to me would get me to cry to you saying 'oh help me, Huey, please help me!' You think that's what it'd do to me, huh?"

Whoa.

Huey didn't exactly know how to respond, so he just kept quiet. Jazmine was acting pretty scary right now.

"Uh, Jazmine…I think you should-"

"Calm down?" She knowingly asked, finishing his statement.

"Well…yeah, actually." Huey replied, wincing at her dagger throwing glares. Jazmine noticed this and softened.

All at once, Jazmine knew. She knew she was beginning to act irrational. She hated it when she was riled up. She turned into a monster, or some…other type of vicious animal that she couldn't think of. To see her intimidate her boyfriend just made her feel horrible. No one intimidated him, so she knew she was going overboard.

"Oh God…Huey, I'm so sorry." She apologized, as her eyes began to water in humiliation, "I didn't mean to go off on you like that. Sometimes I let my anger get the best of me and I take it out on others and-"

"It's okay, Jaz." Huey responded in an understanding tone. He pulled her close to him and hugged her sweetly as she let a lone tear run down her cheek. They stayed like that for five seconds before pulling back. Once they did, Huey saw her cheek and wiped away the tear. "Stop crying, okay? Everything's fine. I gotta find out who this person is though. You don't worry about it."

"But, I want to." Jazmine replied in a small voice, but Huey protested.

"Nope, I can't let you do that." He finalized as Jazmine narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why not? She's threatening you, me…all of us! I feel I should be involved." She argued.

Huey rolled his eyes. God, the girl just wouldn't let up.

"Jazmine, I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Oh yeah? Well who cares. I'm going." She finalized a hard tone as she pulled herself out of his embrace and walked towards the door. She turned the doorknob and opened the door, but before she walked out, she looked back at Huey.

"Huey, I'm much stronger than I used to be. You'd know that if you'd given me a chance to defend myself." She half-joked and smirked at him as he looked her with a shocked demeanor

This girl was acting like she didn't just tear up in front of him. Her attitude switched from tough, to weak, and back to tough. Just what the hell was he gonna do with that girl?

"Whatever," Huey finally agreed to it, rolling his eyes. "But if I see one scratch on you, that's it." He demanded as Jazmine in turn, rolled her eyes and turned on her heels with Huey following her.

6:24 PM

By now, Kayla was fast asleep on Cindy's chest as Cindy was knocked out as well. They had spent all their time talking, eating, playing games and singing while the parents alternately walked in and out of the room to, do whatever. Pretty soon, everyone in the room slept peacefully. It was so peaceful in fact, that they didn't even stir once the door opened.

Waltzing in was none other than Cindy's friends.

"Great, she's sleep. I told you we should've come earlier." Stacia whispered as she silently hit Riley on the arm. Riley just rolled his eyes.

"So what? Wake her ass up." Riley said, not really concerned with lowering his voice as everyone shushed him.

"Riley, shut up." Huey whispered. Jazmine glared at Riley as Caesar shook his head. She then noticed da tiny little frame on top of Cindy.

"Aww!" She silently exclaimed. "Is that Kayla? She's so cute!" She silently cooed as no one, but Stacia, really cared.

"She is isn't she?" Stacia added, still whispering. Of course, no one answered.

Caesar was so tired of waiting that he walked over to Cindy and lightly shook her shoulder. "Cindy." He called her, barely over a whisper. The rest of the crew blinked at him.

"What's into him?" Jazmine asked, whispering to Huey. Huey just looked at her with a raised eyebrow, yet again, as if saying 'you already know'. Jazmine seemed to have understood as she opened her mouth and closed it, ending with a smile.

"Cindy." Caesar called out to her again. Cindy groaned a little and it took her a minute, but she eventually opened her eyes to see five faces staring at her.

"Uh…what's up?" She asked, not really expecting her friends to show up. She thought they'd be here much earlier, but she suddenly gave up waiting for them and dozed off.

"What's up?" Riley started. "We 'bout to get yo' ass out of here."

Cindy rose her eyebrows.

"But, that's why my parents are here. They were gonna take me home. And by the way, I thought ya'll niggas was gon' come earlier. What the hell were ya'll doin'? I'm waitin' here this whole time stuck in this hospital bed like I can't walk and all day, all day I'm waitin' for my niggas to show up!" She argued as her anger began to rise, but Huey stopped her before she went any further.

"Cindy, we'd love to hear you rant on and on about things you think you know, but all you need to know right now is that we havea good reason as to why we didn't show up sooner, so calm down. I'll explain later." Huey responded and rolled his eyes once Cindy sighed.

"Whateva." She replied nonchalantly and looked down at her baby cousin. "Kay. Kay, wake up." She lightly told the girl as she shook her a little.

"No, mommy. I wanna go to Elmo's house." Kayla silently responded, still sleeping. The girl's giggled at Kayla's cute response as Riley and Caesar smiled. Huey wanted to smile, but…right now, he had some things on his mind.

"Kayla," Jazmine started as she gently rocked Kayla awake. "It's me, Jazmine. Don't you want to see me?" Jazmine asked quietly. Kayla stirred, but didn't wake up. That's when everyone decided to give up.

"It's okay." Cindy guaranteed. "She be sleepin' heavy all the time. I just need someone to hold her while I get changed." Cindy stated before Jazmine picked the little girl up and held her. "Now, I'ma go change in the bathroom, so y'all just wait out here." She ordered as she walked to the bathroom, closing up the hospital gown in the back. No one really paid attention to that, but still.

Cindy had been in the bathroom for nearly five minutes now, and Caesar grew impatient.

"Okay, so how long has she been in there?" Caesar asked, not really wanting a response. The crew just looked at him like he'd lost his mind.

"Nigga, chill." Riley replied with a roll of his eyes. "Shit, why you so impatient anyway? She 'bout to get out."

Caesar just sighed heavily once again, as if talking to Riley was getting rather annoying. Riley took notice and snorted.

"Aiight, nigga. Be like that."

And Caesar just ignored him, yet again.

Everyone watched Caesar as he looked at…well, they weren't sure. He looked out of it. They all glanced at each other with worried looks.

"Ceez," Stacia asked, walking in front of the boy. "You aiight?" She was about to put her hand on his shoulder, but he backed away slightly.

Caesar slowly nodded his head, his dreads swinging. "Yeah, I'm good." He then averted his gaze to his best friend. "Huey, can I speak to you outside?" He asked, pointing his thumb towards the door. Huey drew his eyebrows together, confused, but he followed his friend nonetheless.

Outside…

"Ceez, what's up?" Huey inquired with a voice full of concern. This was rare. To worry about Caesar was very rare.

Caesar looked up at his friend and pulled his cell phone out of his dark purple and black Nike windbreaker pocket. "Yo, look." He motioned for Huey to walk over to him and look at his phone.

Tell your friend to keep her mouth shut, and she won't get hurt…

Maybe. Aha!

-Unknown-

After Huey read the text, he slowly rolled eyes and groaned in frustration. This little 'game' was already pissing him off. "Ceez, when'd you get this message?"

Caesar shook his head as he recalled the day he'd gotten it. He didn't wanna say it. It was all too weird.

"You know how me, you, Stacia and Jazzy went to the mall, right?" He rhetorically asked, but Huey nodded anyways. Caesar gulped nervously before he said what he was going to say. "Well…I got it ten minutes before Riley called you."

And Huey's…jaw…dropped.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…Huey?" Now it was Caesar's turn to grow worried. His best friend violently shook his head.

"You mean to tell me," Huey started in a voice of disbelief. "That this person threatened Cindy's life, before Cindy got hurt?"

Caesar slowly nodded.

"Well, why didn't you say anything-"

"'Cause," he quickly cut Huey off. "I ain't wanna worry nobody. But this person is crazy as hell." He began to explain. "At first, when I saw it, I laughed and responded 'Aye, fuck you nigga'. I thought it was a joke or somethin'. Then the nigga responded talkin' about some 'Okay, I warned you.' Then the next thing you know, Riley hittin' you up on the cell." He finished, shaking his head slowly.

Huey just stared at his friend as he pondered.

And pondered…

And…well what do you know…pondered…

"Aye, man." Huey said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I think I got a lead, and this person is definitely not a 'nigga'." He said as he showed Caesar the message. "This happened last night, though."

Caesar's eyebrows rose in shock as he saw the psycho's message. "Did she just call you…cutie?"

Huey nodded, his eyes closed.

"And she's tryna break you and Jaz' up?"

Huey nodded once again.

"…Wow. This bitch is lost." Caesar replied, as Huey's eyes shot open. He's never heard his friend call women that before. Man, Cindy must mean much more to him than he thought. "She gon' hurt Cindy all because she…Oh my God." Caesar changed his demeanor as he began to stumble backwards into the wall, his hand resting on his forehead.

"Ceez, what's wrong?" Huey asked, walking towards his friend's panicked state.

"Oh my God." He repeated before looking his friend square in the face. "I think I know…who's behind this."

Now, if that didn't gain all of Huey's interest, than nothing would.

"What?" Huey questioned aloud. When Caesar didn't answer, he fought the urge yell at the boy.

Caesar's hyperventilation essentially died down as he caught himself and pushed off of the wall. "I think it's that girl Briana." He finally let out, as Huey made a face.

Briana?

"Briana? But why would she threaten us? We don't even talk to her." Huey asked, rolling his eyes. Caesar slightly glared at him as he did that.

"Yeah, well I guess you ain't pay attention when her evil ass tried to get smart with me," He started, "But Cindy shut her ass down and that girl was on mute." He ended and smirked as he thought of the day before.

"So…you think that's why that girl is after me and Jaz?" Huey asked, not necessarily believing it. Caesar grew agitated.

"Yes, nigga!" He blurted out as Huey narrowed his eyebrows. "Can't you see it?"

Huey rolled his eyes, growing agitated himself. "Okay, I hear you on the Cindy part, but what does that have to do with us?"

Caesar blinked.

"…Nigga, I don't know. I just figured it was Briana 'cause, I mean…who else has Cindy ever been mean to? Recently?" He added as he saw Huey smirk in amusement.

"I don't know, but you don't know, either. We don't see her 24/7."

"No, but I'm her best friend and she tells me everything." He replied without putting much thought into it. "She would've told me by now if she's been in some type of dispute with somebody."

Huey just shook his head. "Aiight." He said, still not believing this was all because of that Briana girl. Caesar just rolled his eyes as he was about to retort, but just then, the rest of the crew, plus a sleeping Kayla and Cindy's groggily parents, exited the hospital room.

"Let's go my niggas!" Cindy happily exclaimed as her parents looked at her.

"Now, Cindy…"

"Sorry mom." She apologized. She looked back at her friends and the smile plastered on her visage once again. "Let's go!" Everyone happily followed her as Cindy's parents headed to their car.

As everyone walked outside and exchanged goodbyes with Cindy's parents, Huey didn't know where it came from, but something came to his mind.

Something that Jazmine had said hours earlier.

"…the other girl goes 'yeah, his girl is really pretty. She's really short and has long dark hair and her eyes are gorgeous…'"

His eyes nearly fell out of his sockets.

"…'So how did you find out?' and the girl's friend said 'She told me.'…Now how on Earth did Huey Freeman's girlfriend tell that girl that, if his girlfriend doesn't speak to said girl, huh?"

Well I'll be damned. Huey thought. Caesar was right.

He had to be. There was just no other possible explanation.

That would explain the 'accident' at the Pep Rally.

That would explain the smile she flashed to him on Caesar's doorstep.

That would explain her pointing out his veggie eating ways, as if they knew each other.

But that wouldn't explain how the hell this girl got his number.

One way or another, Huey Freeman was going to find out. And something told him it wouldn't be pretty.

It is Briana...isn't it?

They already findin' out about the girl huh? Well...

I think it's too soon! We'll see how things'll turn out next chapter, but until then...

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