Theesse are the breaakss. Break it up, break it up, break dowwn! (I was bumpin' that lol)

What up good people! I just want to give special recognition to someone very...special?...

My dumbass computer! I hate youu!

Okay, no really. I do hate you.

Now for some POSITIVE recognition...

Thanks to you faithful readers! Definite shout outs to Miss Ace Thank You, MissG2020, jayjai107, Shellie B, MzMinni3, YoungKong313, misseylady & the latest oneee .. (don't cut me! please!), who threatened to cut me if i didn't update soon enough. Coincedentally, she said so today, so we're both happy (fake smile). & Also thanks .. for favoriting my story! Ya'll are the best!

Now for the excuses...

I had schoolwork, I had a play rehearsal at church to attend, we stayed there for 4 hours (when it was really supposed to be 1 O.o), I had to cook for Easter, Easter came, Easter went and...okay, I was tired, alright! Geez!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE BOONDOCKS!

Warning...this chapter is not all that great...not to me anyways. I'm waitin' on the action! This chapter just anticipates the action. But yeah, here we go...

CHAPTER 13: LET'S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT PT. II

"Lamaar! Why you lyin'? I never did that!" Marcus immaturely yelled as the rest of his friends continued to laugh at the made up story Lamaar told them about Marcus finding a gold coin on the ground and shouting that he was rich. They all knew it wasn't true, but if that ever did happen, they wouldn't doubt it.

Now, while they're laughing and joking, lemme tell ya'll a little something about Lamaar Stevens and Marcus O'Neal.

Lamaar Stevens grew up in Watts, California with his parents Stacy and James, who tragically died in a horrible freak accident. His parents were jogging on the beach with their walkmans' on high volumes and a plane flew down towards them. Neither of them even knew what happened because before anyone knew it…

They were gone.

Lamaar was 11 at the time, and as of now, he's fifteen, so the accident is still pretty recent in his mind, and it's a hard thing to cope with, but somehow he manages to plaster a smile on his face. He doesn't let the accident alter his entire life, like Huey, or he doesn't find joy in making people miserable or by simply making fun of them, like Riley used to do. He's still a chill, comical dude who just likes live his life. Although the accident broke his heart, he learned a valuable lesson: Time waits for no one. Cherish the day and take nothing for granted.

Currently, he lives with his big brother Omar and his four year old niece Aarin (pronounced Erin).

As far as school goes, he's pretty smart. He just can't get past that damn Geometry class, but that's the only big problem. It also doesn't help that his teacher looked like an ex-druggie. Shoot, probably was. He was always rubbing his nose and speaking about some nonsense. Honestly, what are the requirements of becoming a teacher?

All and all, he was bright and logical, kinda like Huey and Caesar, but he wasn't exactly at their level of intelligence.

Ah, Marcus O'Neal.

One thing no one could deny, or two things, is that he was an impeccable dancer and he was one of the best basketball players on the Wuncler High team, but dude wasn't too bright. Now everyone has their moments, but Marcus is just another case.

Now don't get me wrong, he's smart as a whip as far as schoolwork goes. He gets Honor Roll almost every quarter of the school years. He even tutors a few students from time to time, but common sense wise…

Nonexistent.

At his age, 16, you'd think he'd have some sense of direction. If someone told him that the store was literally right down the straight, he'd miss it. He was that stupid. It was a wonder some people could tolerate him. Huey doesn't really bother with him too much. He ain't about to chill with no dumbass.

Obviously.

But others just couldn't help it. His stupidity, sometimes, was the highlight of their day. He was so funny and he didn't even know it. His own girlfriend couldn't even deny the fact that he wasn't too bright up there, but she loved his sweetness.

Camille Jones and Marcus had been together for a year and a half and they're going pretty strong. They sort of resembled Martin and Gina. With the exception of Marcus' stupidity, they kind of acted like them too. Marcus was dark skinned and silly while Camille was light skinned with sandy brown hair that stopped at her shoulders. She was so light that she was Jazmine's skin color, and Jazmine was mixed.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention Marcus' family history, ha!

Well, Marcus was born and brought up in Camden (I love that name for my future child btw, DON'T STEAL IT! *growls*), New Jersey and the only reason he moved in the first place was because of his militant parents. Since he was seven years old, his family, of two big sisters and two parents, moved around all over, from New Jersey, to Kansas, to Washington, To Virginia, back to New Jersey and finally, after his father being categorized under disability due to bad knees and shoulders, Woodcrest, Maryland.

Marcus first met Lamaar at the grocery store. It wasn't too pretty. It kinda went something like this.

Lamaar and Omar O'Neal were in a hurry. Omar's baby mother just called and harshly shouted that her water broke and she had no one to take her to the hospital. The brothers were already in the store getting some groceries, but the trip had to stop short. Panicking, the brothers ran as fast as they could to the register, dropping boxes of cereal and macaroni and bags of flour and sugar.

Haphazardly, Lamaar ran into Marcus, hitting him with some Cheerios, and before he could apologize, Marcus pushed him heavily into the shelves of Fruit Roll Ups and Gushers products. At any other given time, Lamaar would've charged right into Marcus and whooped his ass, but he was in a rush and he couldn't think about that. His niece was about to be born and no one was about to ruin that.

"Watch where you goin' nigga!" Marcus vehemently barked, while Lamaar angrily balled his hands into fists and dropped the three boxes of cereal, that hadn't already fallen due to his running and running into.

He sighed. "Man, I don't have time for this. My niece is due today and I am not about to let a simple nigga ruin my day. So excuse me." Marcus didn't budge, he just continued to glare at him. Lamaar rolled his eyes and started to walk towards Marcus to push him out the way, but Marcus shook his head.

"Nigga, you gay? Move!" Lamaar was upset now. He honestly couldn't understand why Marcus stood in his way. Did he want to die today?

"No! I'm not gay, and I'm not movin'!"

"What's your problem?"

"Nothin'! I just don't want you to pass me!"

"Why not?"

"You ain't about to be the bigger man and walk off!"

Lamaar blinked at the weird dude. "Nigga, what!"

"You heard me! I said-"

"I know what you said, it just didn't make sense!"

"It makes perfect sense!"

"Y'know what, I don't have time for this bullshit!"

"You ain't gotta curse nigga!"

"You don't need to use Ebonics, nigga!"

"I am not chronic! Take it back!"

"Huh?"

"You deaf?"

"No, but you're stupid!"

"Am not! You are!"

"Okay, CHILD! Are you finished?"

They continued to argue like that back and forth. Marcus felt salty about Lamaar pushing bumping into him, and even after Lamaar continuously explained why he was in such a rush, he just didn't want to let him pass. I mean, God. All the boy needed him to say was 'I'm sorry,' not an excuse.

For a minute, Marcus gave up his childishness and started to walk in the other direction,

And BAM!

He tripped all over the mess in front of him and landed on his face. For a second, the silence fell between the two, and the next thing anyone knew, laughter filled the air. Lamaar couldn't help it. It's been the first time he laughed since his parent's fatal accident and although at the moment he didn't expect someone like Marcus to make him laugh, he did. Just how did this dumbass trip over cereal boxes? He didn't even attempt to watch where he was going, he just walked. He had to know where he'd just dropped his stuff. What the hell?

Still laughing, Lamaar blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "And you call me stupid. You over there trippin' over cereal."

"Shut up, yellow nigga." Marcus yelled, groaning as he arose. Lamaar rose an eyebrow.

"I'm not yellow. I'm just lighter than you."

"Whateva, nigga." Marcus retorted, his voice softer this time as he was calming down. "You can go."

"Gladly." Lamaar agreed as he didn't even bother to pick up the things he dropped and scurried off.

So their first encounter wasn't too great, but after being in the same seventh grade class with each other, a year after Lamaar's niece was born, the two put their differences aside and talked about the one thing they could relate to.

Basketball.

And that's how it all started. With a basketball (Kinda reminds you of Wizard Kelly from The Proud Family lol).

The two met Riley and Caesar on the basketball team in the ninth grade, and since then, the entire crew was good friends with them.

Now, back to the conversation.

"I never did that!" Marcus repeated as his friends fell out in laughter. They were still in the kitchen, with the exception of Camille, who had already walked off into a different area of the house, but this time, the four of them sat at the table.

"Yeah, well it do sound like somethin' you would do though." Lamaar responded with a playful smile. Marcus blew out a breath of air.

"Whateva, yellow nigga." He retorted as the laughter went on.

Yellow nigga. Ever since his first encounter with his best friend, he's used that term to describe him, no matter how many times Lamaar denies that fact. They often joked about it, but Marcus was serious when he was irritated. Lamaar didn't take it too seriously though. Marcus' fuse was short, and it blew over quickly, so he brushed it off most of the time.

Especially now.

"Mad?" he jokingly challenged his friend. Marcus didn't respond.

"Aye, Marcus." Riley called out, all eyes on him. "Quit actin' like a lil' hoe." He added, earning snickers from himself and his friends.

"Shut up!" Marcus yelled. "I'm about to get me some punch." His bi-polar ass added as his friends knowingly shook their heads with smiles and smirks on their faces.

Leaving his friends, Marcus headed over to the punch bowl to get something to drink. Ahead of him in the living room, people were still dancing, chatting, laughing, and whatever else they were doing, but something wasn't right.

Marcus could sense it.

Now, even though Marcus wasn't the brightest person, he knew when something felt out of the ordinary.

And that's when he realized that he was the only person by the punch bowl. His friends were spread throughout the house; in the kitchen, the living room, upstairs, in the dining room and in the hallway. But he wasn't in anyone's reach. He was smack dab in the middle of the living room and the kitchen; in front of the back door.

Growing slightly nervous, he quickly poured some punch in his cup and walked quickly until he tripped…

Over nothing.

*Sigh* This guy really needed to work on his coordination skills.

"Damn." He cursed as his drink was splattered all over the floor. As he rose, he hit his head on something.

Like, someone's fist.

What the hell?

Grabbing his head, he turned around to face a strange looking man. He was sort of skinny looking, but his muscles on his arms were enormous. And he was tall as hell!

Marcus shrunk back and tripped backwards as the huge guy seemed to move closer. "Ay-Aye man. D-don't kill me." He silently pleaded, not being able to find his voice.

"Shut up." The man firmly ordered as Marcus clamped his mouth shut, preventing himself from whimpering like a six year old. "Don't worry. This won't hurt…much." The man stated in a low, scary voice, ending in evil laughter. Marcus looked at the man in horror and was just about to scream as the man began to bring his hands down, but something stopped him.

Or someone.

"Marcus! Baby!"

Saved by the girlfriend.

He looked back to see Camille looking around for him and turned back around to find the man gone.

What the hell? Marcus thought as he continued to stare ahead of him, ignoring his girl's calls. What was that all about? This big ass weird looking dude was about to attack and the next second he was gone. Had he been dreaming this?

As Marcus felt the bump on the top of his head, that was all the confirmation he needed.

This was no dream. And for all Marcus knew, this man wasn't gone, and he wasn't going to leave him alone any time soon.

"Baby? Oh, there you are." Camille finally came up and looked down at her boyfriend worriedly as she saw his hand on his head. "Marcus, what happened? Why are you on the floor?"

Her voice shook him out of his thoughts and for the first time in forever, he thought up a quick lie. "Oh, I just fell." Of course she'd buy it. He always tripped. And well, he really did trip, but that wasn't the entire truth.

Camille rolled her eyes and smirked as she grabbed his shoulder, lifting him up. "Right."

Walking with his arm draped over her shoulders, Marcus looked back paranoid.

Meanwhile…

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULDN'T DO IT?" The princess of evil yelled through the phone as she locked herself in the bathroom. Who would hear her? The music was loud as hell and no one could get in so she was good.

"His girl was comin'!"

"WHO THE FUCK CARES? YOU SHOULD'VE KNOCKED HER ASS OUT TOO!"

"Why are you even after them? I thought you just wanted afro boy." Mr. Hulk responded, a little annoyed at her yelling his ear off.

"I do! I'm takin' no chances! No one's about to be on my case! They already got a lead on me!" She argued.

The big guy groaned irritably. "That's your fault. You didn't have to be all flirty with the nigga."

Briana rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Oh, I'm sorry that the guy is so attractive. How will you ever forgive me?"

"Briana." He warned her. "Let's not forget who you're dealin' with. Just because we family don't mean you could treat me any kind of way."

"Shut up and start knockin' niggas out!" She yelled, trying to avoid what he just said and quickly hung up the phone. She knew he would probably turn on her one day. She always treated him like crap. Even when they were kids, she'd make fun of him and try to get him to do whatever she wanted. And because of his weak mind, he followed. Over the years, he grew to be abnormally strong, physically. He mentally grew strong as well, but for some reason, he still feels like he has to be under some type of control. So who better to do so than his maniac of a cousin?

He couldn't even deny it. His cousin was insane. But he was too, for actually following through with her plans. At first, as kids, the things they did were petty, like anything any other regular juvenile delinquent would do.

But something about Briana was off. And it didn't take him long to realize it. Not long at all.

In fact, he first witnessed her outlandishness as the two were in kindergarten. Briana was an evil little thing. She used to throw sand in peoples' faces, push people off of slides and swings, lie, steal, and throw temper tantrums. And all the while, she'd blame her insanity on other kids, causing them to get into trouble while she thought of more and more things to do to cause trouble.

One day, as the kids were in the playground, some kids were running around as Briana and her cousin sat in the sandbox. The kids were having so much fun, they didn't notice where they were going and one of them stepped on Briana's hand, earning a shriek out of her.

"OH! Sorry!" The girl nervously apologized, but Briana was hearing it. She quickly stood up and walked right into the girl's face.

"Yeah, you are sorry." She responded in a grave voice, as her cousin stared at her with a look of slight horror. Without thinking twice about it, Briana brought her right hand around the girl's back and yanked her long braided ponytail extremely hard, eliciting a cry from the little girl.

When she finally stopped, the girl ran off and cried all the way to the teacher.

And even then, Briana got away with it.

Her cousin knew from that day on out, that Briana was definitely not someone to take lightly.

"Riley, Stacia, come here." Jazmine ordered as she grabbed the two of them by their hands. Riley quickly released his hand from her grip and wrinkled his nose.

"Damn, Jaz'. Get off me." He didn't like people suddenly touching him like that.

Unless it was Stacia.

Jazmine rolled her eyes. "Riley, this is important." She emphasized. Riley stared at her for a few until it finally dawned on him.

"Oh, aiight." He agreed and stood up. Stacia still grabbed Jazmine's hand, but she was confused. "Come on baby."

She didn't know what was going on, but she shrugged and followed them, releasing her grip from Jazmine.

"WHAT?" Stacia exclaimed angrily after she read Huey's text. All of the friends nodded. "And why the fuck am I the last to know?" She was really heated.

Caesar shook his head. "Stacia, calm down. We have to be rational about this."

"Yeah, baby. Chill." Riley said. Stacia just glared at him.

"Chill? You want me to chill after this silly bitch texted my nigga, warnin' him to break up with Jazmine just so she could get with him? Ha! I think not! And what the hell did she say to you Caesar? 'Tell your friend to shut up' or somethin' like that? Bitch is lost if she think I'ma stand for this!" She ranted as Jazmine stared at her with wide eyes and everyone else sighed or shook their heads. "This bitch threatened Cindy's life and ya'll standin' around here actin' all calm and collected and what not. Shit, I say forget diplomacy, let's go postal!" She went on as the crew groaned. When she was upset, she let it all out and she could give a damn who heard or saw.

"Stacia, be quiet!" Riley yelled. Everyone looked at him in silence as he sighed heavily. "Stacia, we have to be calm about this. If we act crazy like you just did, they'll know we're onto them."

Whoa.

Caesar raised a brow. He knew Riley was smart, but this dude just spoke proper English.

"So you can speak with the exception of Ebonics after all. Congratulations, my nigga." Caesar joked.

Huey and Riley looked at each other and then back at Caesar slanting their heads a bit.

"Did you just, congratulate me/him for talking?" They asked in unison. The girls laughed, except for Stacia.

"Okay, so after ya'll done calmed me down." She sarcastically remarked. "What are we gonna do?"

Riley snorted. "Baby, what you mean we?" Stacia glared as Jazmine shook her head. Everyone else just sighed as they sensed an argument coming on.

"I mean we! As in all six of us!" She yelled.

"Y'know, I really like that fact you all seem to forget there's a little girl sleeping in here!" Huey yelled as his annoyance grew. He's had enough of this bullshit. Stacia was about sit down and shut up and listen to what he had to say. "Now everyone, sit down, shut up and listen to what I have to say." He firmly, but silently commanded as he looked at Kayla, still sleeping.

Riley rolled his eyes, muttering something about Kayla not hearing them and everyone else soundlessly sat on either Riley or Huey's beds.

Predictably, Jazmine sat on the edge of Huey's bed along with Caesar, Huey and a sleeping form behind them as the others sat across from them on Riley's.

"Now," He started. "Riley, we're not about to exclude anyone. If Cindy and Jazmine are in this," He continued, rolling his eyes as he mentioned that, "Then Stacia is too. Now we haven't exactly come up with a plan, but right now, I say we should test her. Test her, but don't get out of character. Since we don't talk to her, neither one of us should just walk up to her and start a conversation, because she'll know." He continued to explain as everyone nodded.

"So, if we don't talk to her, how are we gonna test her?" Cindy asked as Stacia nodded in agreement.

Huey shrugged.

"If ever you bump into her, just compliment her or somethin' without soundin' too obvious."

"But you know her ass is stuck up and she gon' act like she don't wanna talk to us." Cindy stated, waving her hand in the air.

"True." Caesar agreed, "But we can try." He tried to reason with everyone as they all nodded, except Huey.

"But yo, I-"

Just then, the door slowly creaked open, causing Riley to stop in mid sentence and everyone looked at the door, anticipating the unexpected visitor.

Walking in was none other than Marcus O'Neal.

"Marcus?" Huey asked, not really feeling like dealing with a slow nigga right this minute. "What you want?"

"Huey!" Jazmine scolded as Huey rolled his eyes. "Hey Marcus!" she greeted, but he didn't respond to her.

Everyone looked at him, wondering why he acted like he didn't hear her. He always greeted people, especially the females. It was just a respect thing. So his weirdness wasn't taken unnoticed.

"Yo, what's up?" Riley asked. Marcus shook his head before responding.

"Man…do ya'll normally got big niggas beatin' up on people at ya'll parties?" He responded, rubbing the bump that formed on his head earlier.

The entire crew looked at each other with the widest eyes of the night and a few of them dropped their jaws as they looked back at Marcus.

"You saw a what?" Cindy exclaimed.

Marcus was confused. What a surprise.

"Why ya'll lookin' at me like th-"

"What did he look like?" Riley interrupted him, his voice growling in rising anger. The recollection of what happened to Cindy was still pretty fresh in his mind.

Marcus drew his eyebrows together. "Okay…am I missin' somethin' here?" He asked. He knew something was wrong.

At that, Jazmine and Riley looked at Huey, confused whether Marcus should know or not. After all, that was their boy.

But he talked too damn much. And Lord knows this boy couldn't be quiet for that long.

So as they looked back at their friend, they finally decided…

…that they'd just have to solve this thing quickly, because they needed all the help they could get and they didn't even know how much help they needed. Just how many people were helping Briana? They didn't know.

So as Huey stated before, no one was excluded.

"Alright, Marcus, go downstairs and get Lamaar and tell him to come on." Riley ordered his friend as Marcus hesitantly left, not understanding anything that just happened. But he would find out soon though.

"Right now, I'ma need some heavy reinforcement." Riley added, picking up his phone and dialing a number. He pushed the speaker phone button and placed it on his bed. The crew just silently waited as they continued to hear the dial tone. Suddenly, a groggily voice picked up.

"Hello?"

"Ed?"

"Yeah, who this?" Ed asked, waking up from his sleep, or something. Riley couldn't tell, nor did he care.

"It's Riley." He responded. "And uh, you might wanna wake yo' ass up. This is somethin' serious."

"You plant it on the wall yet?" Briana silently asked as the party began to die down. It was pretty late now. The time read 12:30 and people had things to do tomorrow.

Well, not really, but still. It was past curfew.

The bottom line is, she couldn't shout out her frustration or just speak in a normal voice, because people would hear her for sure.

So she whispered.

"Yep. Right under their window." Her cousin replied in satisfactory. Briana made a face.

"How did you do that?" She asked in disbelief. This dude just planted C4 right under the brothers' window, which was on the second story. Neither of them had a ladder, so how the hell did he do that?

"Don't worry about all that. Just know that the deed is done." Her cousin replied defiantly. She just shrugged. He was right. He did what she told him, so no need to dwell on that.

"Okay, good job. I think we're done for the day."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. What were you expecting?" She asked agitatedly. The big man rolled his eyes.

"Alright." He just stated as the two hung up. His big self, surprisingly, but quietly fled the scene as Briana tried to think of ways to get out of the house without being spotted.

Getting caught was the last thing she needed.

She pulled a silver object, identical to the one she handed to her cousin hours earlier and attached it to the wall right next to the light switch.

She just hoped to God that Huey wasn't the one to walk into the bathroom or else her plan would surely falter, along with her sick, twisted little heart.

Now, don't hate me! I warned you this chapter wasn't that good!

But please review though! Thank you kindlyy! :)