What's good nigga! What's really good?
So okay, I didn't plan on waiting this long to post this, but school is definitely my first priority right now, so I had to put this aside for a minute, but here it goes! Ch. 22!
You know I love you guys! So of course I gotta show love to ya!
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DISCLAIMER: BD AIN'T MINE!
So, this story has so many different scenes it's ridiculous lol but soon everyone will get together and the different scenes will come together. Then it'll be less confusing, and we can focus more on Huey & Jazmine! This chapter focuses more on getting the Jacksons their justice and turning in that Jin asshole.
I feel like I kinda rushed this because everytime I added something, I went right back to doing my work, so I didn't have enough time to organize my thoughts the way I wanted to. But uhh, I don't feel like going back and changing shit lol. Just read on. I promise next chapter will be better.
CHAPTER 22: GOING ROUGE
Man, why so many numbers?
Crystal had one hand on the phonebook and the other on her forehead. Her eyes were straining to see all the little numbers and names on the pages. This was sooo frustrating! She'd been sitting there on that couch for a good minute. Why did the name 'Tina Jackson' have to be so popular? There were at least fifteen of them within the Woodcrest area, but she didn't know where she lived. For all she knew, the woman could be living in Baltimore or Aberdeen and used the Marriott hotel in Woodcrest as her private place to get busy.
She sighed hard as she stared at the many numbers and finally reached over on the coffee table for a pen and a pad. She had to reach the woman as soon as possible, so there was only one thing left to do.
She shook her head as she wrote down the first 'Tina Jackson' number and dialed it on her phone. The phone rang for a minute before someone picked up.
"Hello?" It sounded like a kid on the phone. Crystal sighed a little. She didn't want to deal with children right then, no matter how adorable they were.
"Look, sweetie is your mom home?" She asked in the most polite way she could at the moment. Then she heard the kid smack their teeth.
"Bitch, what make you think I'm a fuckin' child? I'm twenty five years ol' and I will hunt yo' ignorant ass down and bu-"
Crystal hung up quick as hell. Okay, that wasn't the right number.
She sighed again and rubbed her eyes. It was getting late, but she didn't want to give up. She couldn't handle the fact that Jin was just out there living it up, and the police weren't doing shit! Even after she told them what happened, she hasn't heard anything about him. This was stupid!
She looked in the phonebook and crossed out the first Tina before moving on to the second. When she dialed it, she rolled her eyes at the person on the other line.
"Hola?"
What? That doesn't even make sense! Tina Jackson is a black name, not a Hispanic one!
Without answering, she hung up and groaned loudly. This was going to be a long ass night!
Cindy was knocked out in Jazmine's room. She gave up calling Caesar and just called it a night. It was around 10:00 PM, so it was unusual for her to sleep at such an 'early' time, but she wanted to wake up early so she could try looking pretty again. She didn't like to admit it, but she actually liked it.
Huey and Jazmine were downstairs still hugged up on each other on the couch. Jazmine took off her slippers a while ago and had her legs curled under her. She knew her knees would hurt, but she didn't care. She was just so happy.
Huey was happy too, but he was getting rather sleepy. The warmth emanating from Jazmine gave him comfort. He had to leave though.
He stifled a yawn and tapped her shoulder lightly, making her giggle.
"Yeesss…" She drew out in a quiet tone. He smiled and kissed her cheek, making her turn crimson.
"I gotta go. It's getting late." He whispered much to her disappointment. She understood though.
"Okay." They stood up together and walked over to the door.
"So…I love you!" Jazmine blurted as he opened the door. He turned around with a raised brow and a light smile.
"I love you, too."God, it felt so good to say that!
She smiled back and hugged him. He hugged back and kissed her tenderly.
"See you in the morning." Jazmine told him after they pulled back. He just gave her a cute smile and walked out the door. She waited until he walked over to his place and closed the door before slamming hers shut. She rested her back against it and squealed happily.
She couldn't believe it! They finally told each other how they felt, and it felt good! She was so relieved when Huey told her he loved her first. She was shocked, too. She knew he really liked her, but she wasn't sure if he loved her or not. Thank God he did.
She hummed happily as she cleaned up the mess in the living room. After doing so, she turned the TV and the lights off and headed upstairs. That's when she thought of something.
Her parents were here all that time, yet they didn't even attempt to go downstairs. Hmm. She wondered what it would've been like had they found her and Huey cuddled up on the couch.
She knew her daddy would trip.
Huey casually walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch where he planned on sleeping. Riley was in the kitchen when he heard the motions of his brother, causing him to turn around. He smirked and grabbed his plate of soul food and his orange juice (the right one this time) before maneuvering into the living room with his big brother.
"Aye nigga," He greeted as he sat down on the loveseat.
"Hey." Huey greeted back as he rested the back of his head on the couch. He started to close his eyes, but he had a feeling Riley wanted to talk to him. "What's up?"
Riley's smirk turned into a smile. "I should be askin' you that. Granddad told me you went over to Jaz's."
Huey nodded in response. He couldn't hold back that small smile as he tried avoiding eye contact with his younger sibling.
Riley studied him carefully. Something was different about him. He looked less stoic and more…satisfied, content…happy even. This dude was smiling out of the blue…what was up?
"Nigga, what you smilin' fo'?" He asked before digging into the greens on his plate. "Damn, this shit good."
Huey didn't answer him right away. He thought back on what happened a few hours ago. They both confessed their love and he couldn't have been any happier. Unnoticeably, his smile grew a little, making both of Riley's eyebrows meet up with his hairline.
Okay, this nigga freakin' me out. He thought.
"Today was just…a good day." Huey let out in a soft, tired tone. He yawned and reached down to take his shoes off. He still had his jeans on, and inwardly cursed as he realized he had to go all the way upstairs to change. Normally he wouldn't have been so freaking lazy, but today was different. He just wanted to sleep now so he'd hurry up and see the love of his life the next day.
Riley stared blankly at his brother for a second. Then, a thought popped in his head and he snickered, causing Huey to turn towards him.
"Huey…man, tell me you didn't…"
Huey looked at him confusedly. "…What?"
Riley shook his head. Huey wanted to play dumb, but that shit won't even necessary.
Riley brought his voice down to a hushed-whisper, trying not to attract any attention to Granddad, who was upstairs 'supposedly' sleeping. He leant forward, almost forgetting there was food on his lap.
"Look, did you or did you not hit?"
Huey's eyes grew the size of baseballs and he wished he had the strength to hit his brother upside the head. Riley noticed his brother's flushed expression and held his hands up in defense.
"I'm not even playin' man. I'm bein' dead serious. I wanna know whether my brother gettin' some or not so I could give him some tips-"
"Riley!" Huey interrupted in a hushed-whisper as well. "I don't need any tips on sex, thank you. And no, I didn't 'hit'." He concluded using air quotes. Riley's smile turned right back into a smirk.
"Don't need sex tips? Nigga, you ain't never had sex before. How you know what to do?" Riley asked as Huey let out an exasperated sigh. He didn't feel like talking about this.
"Riley, did you ask for tips the first time?" He said, giving his brother the brow. They both knew damn well he didn't ask for tips. He just went along and did it.
Riley blinked and tilted his head in thought. Huey rolled his eyes.
"…Well, no…"
"Alright then."
There was a slight pause.
"So…no sex?"
Huey sighed hard. "No sex."
"…Not even oral?"
"No!" Huey almost yelled as his cheeks started to burn. Riley nodded and there was another slight pause.
"…So ya'll ain't even fuck around?"
Huey groaned irritably. "Riley, what part of 'no' do you not understand? Jaz and I didn't have any type of sexual relations!" He exclaimed a little too loudly. After that outburst, he expected Granddad to butt in, but no sound was heard, so he just didn't worry about it.
Riley sucked his teeth at the response. "Then what the hell were you smilin' for?" He sounded irritated, making his big bro snort amusedly. Riley wanted to know. He's never seen his brother so content.
As Huey looked at his brother, he contemplated on whether he should tell his brother now or tomorrow. He just wanted to sleep and he figured if he told Riley now, he'd bug him all night.
He sighed a little.
"If I tell you, will you promise not to worry me and let me sleep?" He inquired seriously. Riley was really interested now.
"Yeah, whateva nigga." He uncaringly replied with a shrug. Huey shook his head firmly.
"No. Make it sincere, because I don't wanna have to drop kick you if you're lying." Riley snorted in response and rolled his eyes. He put his right hand in the air and put his left one over his heart.
"Fine. I promise I won't worry you about it." His voice dripped with sarcasm, but Huey was too sleepy to argue. He wouldn't have a problem whooping his ass if he failed to comply with his wishes though.
"Okay," He started, standing up. He needed his PJs on before he went to bed. "I told Jaz I loved her and she said it back."
Riley jumped, causing the roll on his plate to hit the ground. He looked down and groaned irritably. "Fuck!" Huey shook his head as he turned to head to the stairs.
Riley picked up the piece of bread and set his plate on the coffee table. He hurriedly walked over to his brother.
"Nigga, where you goin'?" He asked with a gigantic grin all of a sudden. Huey looked back and shook his head with a light smirk. He turned back around and started up the stairs.
"What did I say, Riley?"
He heard him utter something before yelling out, "Aiight, tomorrow nigga. I'll let you sleep for now."
"That's all I ask." Huey replied as he was halfway up.
Riley smiled and finally threw the ruined bread in the trashcan. He was genuinely happy for his brother for finally finding love in his life. He was getting rather tired of the 'lonely' Huey.
He went back to his seat, but not before pulling out his cell phone.
"You are a non mothaf****n' factor, bitch!"
*Fight breaks out*
Stacia laughed half-heartedly at the scene on the Basketball Wives show. Those rich women were so out of control it didn't make no sense!
Want to know what else made 'no sense'?
The fact that it was 11:30 at night and she still hadn't been able to fall asleep. What the hell was up with that?
She sighed as she continued watching the most entertaining thing she'd seen all day. She drew her eyebrows together as she felt her leg vibrating and quickly realized it was her phone. She had her phone next to her left leg, so she picked it up and saw a text from someone very special. She smiled as she read it.
Hey baby. Just checkin' on you. You better get some sleep tonight. I don't want you fallin' asleep on me tomorrow in the middle of the day. Esco
She laughed aloud and mentally replied with a 'yeah right'. Until she had definite answers and was absolutely sure the crook would be done away with, she wouldn't be sleeping very well for a good minute.
It was funny. Though she was currently an insomniac, she'd crash in the middle of the day, but she wouldn't get the proper rest. At the moment, night time was her best friend. She was still tired as hell, but she could not go to sleep. It was weird and hella frustrating. She hated how her mind and body reacted to situations like these. Damnit, why couldn't she just cry herself to sleep like normal people did?
She sighed and replied to the text before focusing her attention to 'Reality TV'.
I'm fine babe. Don't worry too much. I love
Riley smiled at the text and shook his head.
Love you too. Esco
He sent the text and went back to eating the last bit of greens on his plate. When she didn't respond, he shrugged and picked up the phone.
Sleep better be the reason you ain't respondin' back. Esco
He was joking for the most part, but really, he wanted her to go to sleep. This 'not sleeping' shit was so unhealthy.
He placed the phone on his lap and bit into the new roll on his plate. A minute later his phone vibrated and he put his plate on the coffee table again.
Shut up…lls. I'm watching TV, boo. Everything doesn't revolve around you. Ha, that rhymed. SMJ
He laughed and playfully rolled his eyes. She was so damn goofy.
Lls, you 'bout goofy as hell, but I love you anyways. I'm stoppin' by tomorrow and your eyes better not be touchin' your damn jaw. That would be really unattractive. Esco
A few minutes later, he received another text from his girl.
Shut ya ass up. Steady talkin' shit, lmao. But I love you, too. Now let me watch my TV show in PEACE! :] SMJ
He smirked and stood up with his empty plate and his phone. He walked over to the trashcan in the kitchen and threw the plate and plastic fork away before sitting back down in the living room.
"What you so happy about?" Huey's voice shocked him a little. He looked to his right to see his big brother staring at him with a blank look, carrying his chocolate colored comforter. Riley noticed him wearing his light blue pajamas and all he could think was 'this nigga look like a big ass kid'. He shrugged and looked back down at the phone, his fingers punching in the letters.
"Just talkin' to Stacia." He admitted and smiled as he sent off his reply.
Lmao. Oh so that's how it is? I thought you was my baby. Now you ignorin' me? HOW DARE YOU!
So…is 4:00 aiight for tomorrow? Esco
They could play like that all day long. He would never mind and neither would she. They were just two silly people all alone, but together, they were ridiculous. If anyone else felt the need to voice their opinion on that, then as the famous lead rapper of the Lethal Interjection Crew, Thugnificent, would say, 'Eat a dick, nigga!'.
*Shrugs* I didn't make the saying up.
Huey nodded and walked over to his spot to lie down. Riley had the TV on, and normally it was a huge distraction, but Huey's mind was totally submerged in the thoughts of Jazmine. He turned his body so his back was facing to TV and pulled the cover over his head. A few minutes later, he was fast asleep, dreaming about the love of his life.
"Hello. This is the Jackson Residence. Unfortunately, we are unavailable to take your call right now. If you would please leave a message, we'll get back with you momentarily. Have a nice day!"
"UUUUGGHH!" Crystal groaned loudly, shaking her fists in the air. That was the last 'Tina' number! This had gone on for an hour and still no progress. Damn, that voice wasn't even a woman's voice, so she didn't know if that was the 'Tina' she was looking for. It was possible, but she had no patience anymore to find out.
She dropped the phone uncaringly on the sofa and harshly laid back. She was so frustrated about this entire thing. She just wanted it to be over. If Jin didn't have so much power, he'd be in prison right now. It also pissed her off how slow the police were. They know who did it, just arrest the guy!
She rubbed her eyes, realizing just how tired she was. She looked to the DVD player for the time that read '12:23'. She wasn't one to sleep late, (well, not anymore), so she was damn near exhausted. She had work in the morning, but she also needed to work on getting the Jacksons the justice they needed.
"Trifling ass nigga." She muttered, speaking of Jin, and stood up to go upstairs. She really did hate him.
"Trifling ass nigga." The woman said aloud with a shake of her head. She turned the TV and the lamp beside her bed off before hopping into the bed. All day she couldn't keep her mind off of Briana and that sorry excuse of a father of hers. If he was a real nigga, he'd claim his daughter and wouldn't hesitate to try to find her. He'd want some answers, how this whole thing came about. But he wasn't a real nigga, so she didn't expect much. She at least wanted him to care. He was just too trifling!
And how dare he say 'I can't be, I'm not black,'? He sure wants to be black though, considering the fact that he sounds black, dresses black, and is attracted to black women. He enjoys black movies and black shows and listens to black music, so really? He just wanted to aggravate her even further for some reason. Ever since the day she broke it off with him, he's been a real ass. She didn't get it!
She didn't ask for friendship, she just wanted the arguing to cease. They could just get along, but every time they were together, it was like a freaking train wreck! They both had poor communication skills, and for the sake of their daughter, they should've worked on that. That's probably the reason Briana left. If that was the case, then it probably was partly her fault. Briana probably said it wasn't to make her feel better, but she wasn't stupid. Her own daughter was going through something and she didn't even know it.
She closed her eyes, engulfed in her thoughts and silently cried herself to sleep. She felt so bad. Her daughter was out there somewhere, probably living on the streets or something. She missed her so much.
The next day,
She heard sounds all around her…some voices familiar, some unfamiliar. She had no idea where she was. Was she dead? Was she in Heaven?
Of course not. God wouldn't allow such a low-life into the Gates of eternal happiness! More like the Gates of Hell.
She tried to move a little, or do something, but quickly found it impossible. Okay, she was dead, right? Like, she should be able to move around, or walk through walls or something!
But she was motionless.
Then she felt the pain hit her. Her side throbbed something terrible and her body felt so sore. She couldn't figure out why she felt such pain if she wasn't living, and she couldn't remember how her body had been so banged up.
Once she heard a deep, smooth voice, her mind screamed. That…was her husband! She wanted to call him, but she couldn't move her lips. She had so many questions! Like why is she immobile, why is he just standing there, not panicking, and where is she?
What the hell was going on? She couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't talk, she couldn't move! She was beginning to panic.
Then she heard another voice. The voice of an adolescent female speaking with great literacy. She sounded so educated and sophisticated. It took her a couple of seconds to realize exactly who it was.
Her daughter.
Mentally, her eyes widened. She couldn't even remember her daughter's distinct voice right away! What? Now you KNOW the family's having problems!
She soon realized that both recognizable voices sounded urgent. She hoped they weren't arguing, but she wouldn't know if she kept thinking about herself would she? So she listened. What the hell else could she do?
"Why is she not up yet?"
"Is she dead!"
"Please don't tell me I gotta kill this ni-"
"Dad, calm down!"
"Sir, Ma'am! She's fine! It's a new medicine we've worked on her. It increases the healing, but it has weird effects."
"Like?"
"Ma'am, please!"
"…Did he just yell at me?"
"Stacia…"
"Dad, I'm just sayin'. He's messin' with the wrong one."
There's a slight pause.
"My apologies, ma'am."
"That's right."
If she could, she would've laughed. Her daughter knew how to handle her own.
"Y-yeah, but as I was saying…the medicine's new. It has weird effects, such as feeling pain, waking up, but not being about to function,"
So that explains it.
"weakening of vision or hearing, craving unhealthy foods…and something…else…"
"Something else, huh?"
Perfect. So he just gave her a drug he didn't know too much about? That was legal.
Not!
So apparently her husband and her daughter were talking to the doctor about her health situation.
She mentally cried, if that was even possible. She didn't know what was going on with her or why she was in the hospital. The last thing she remembered was…was…
She couldn't remember!
If this motionless thing was God's way of deciding whether or not she should stay or go, she'd rather him hurry up and pick an option. She was having a mental breakdown. This was beyond scary to her.
It was a while before the talking stopped. Then, after what seemed like a few minutes (she couldn't tell), she heard something from her beautiful daughter confirming that she was still there.
"Is she…crying?"
Laying down in his bed under the covers was Caesar, waiting for the clock to read 6:20. He always got ready at that time, and since he woke up before the alarm, he decided to just relax a bit. It was 6:12, so he had a little bit of time to relax in his queen sized bed. He frowned as he felt the sore on his legs.
Stupid doctor and his stupid needles! He didn't have to give Caesar two shots! What was the point?
So, eventually a few doctors found Caesar in the cafeteria downstairs, trying to hide behind an old white woman in a brown trench coat. Not exactly knowing why a tall black man was all up on her, she screamed and panicked and hit him upside the head with her pocketbook. So, that quickly gave away his position.
He pouted once again at the recollection. That shit hurt! And why did the needles have to look so long?
He reached over on his nightstand to retrieve his phone and found that he had twelve missed calls. His eyes widened a little. Damn. Whoever it was must be some kinda pissed at him right now. Blowing his phone up like that, it had to be an emergency.
He checked his missed calls and texts, all of them belonging to Cindy. That's when he felt his stomach coil. He couldn't understand it, but it just made him feel really bad. If it were anyone else, he probably wouldn't have felt as bad as he did. She was his best friend after all, other than Huey, and a girl. He's learned long ago that woman get upset too easily, too, and he hated it when she was mad at him.
"Shit." He cursed with a shake of his head. He wanted to call her, but because of the laziness taking over him at the moment, he decided to wait on that, or wait until he met up with her at school.
Funny thing is…she probably wouldn't even want to talk to him.
"Aye Huey," The younger sibling called his big brother as he put on his black skully. It was chillier than usual outside. He had his black gloves on, too. If he was back in middle school, he wouldn't even think about wearing shit like that, because he'd think it was uncool. Now, he'd rock that shit, and other niggas would bite off of him. Plus, he won't tryna get sick!
"Yeah?" Came the response as Huey poured the hot tea into a stainless steel thermos. As Riley looked back, he thought about bringing one of his own, but he didn't want to carry too much.
"You seen my biology book?"
Huey glanced up at him for a second with a smirk before looking back down.
"No. Why bring it? You don't need it."
Riley grinned wide as he thought about the day before.
"Yeah, well I just don't wanna show the nigga up too much." He snickered right after that, making Huey playfully roll his eyes.
"Of course not." He responded as he stopped pouring the tea and twisted the cap on. They were waiting on Jazmine and Cindy to come over this time, so they went back into the living room to sit. It was quiet for a minute, with the exception of a few sips from Huey's drink.
That's when Riley decided it was time to talk.
He looked at his big brother and tried hard not to smile.
"Son…" he began, causing Huey to look at him expectantly. Riley's lips spread wide, and he sort of mentally cursed himself. "…You boo lovin' now, huh?"
Huey wanted to smile, but rolled his eyes instead, making Riley lose it. He had to laugh. Huey's expressions were always funny.
"Riley,"
"No nigga!" he exclaimed, not so loudly. Granddad was always trippin' about loud noises in the morning. "I promised you I won't gon' talk about it last night, but that shit done passed. Now it's time for us to talk about it."
Huey leant back in his seat a little, setting the thermos down on the table. "What's there to talk about?" He began, a little annoyed already. Not that Riley cared. "I said I loved her, she said she loved me. That was it."
Riley rolled his eyes. Because they both knew that was most definitely not it. He studied his brother's facial expression, and let another smile form.
"You kissed her too, didn't you?" He knowingly inquired. Huey raised his brow and gave him a 'duh' look.
"Uh, yeah. Don't we always?"
Riley snickered again. "Naw man, you know that ain't what I meant." Huey still had that look on his face, trying to ignore that fact that Riley was right. Riley wasn't stupid though. He leant forward as if he was about to tell him a deep, dark secret.
"Ya'll had one of those sexy ass kisses, huh? No homo, nigga." He quickly added that after nearly whispering the first part. Hell, he won't gay.
Huey rolled his eyes, but blushed all the same. "What does it matter?"
"YOU DID!" Riley exclaimed inconsiderately. He forgot about his granddad upstairs.
"Shut up!" Huey shushed him. Riley realized his mistake and uttered a 'my bad'.
"But son, ya'll kissed like that? Be honest now. I'm ya brother." Riley made hand gestures while he was talking. It was crazy! Huey's never been in love like this before. Riley was so happy for him, but he didn't want to admit it all out in the open.
Huey sighed in relief as he heard the door knock. Riley groaned as they both stood up.
"We ain't finished with this conversation."
Huey shrugged and walked over to the door while Riley went in the kitchen to get something to drink real quick.
He opened the door and was greeted by the two ladies he's known since he was in the fifth grade. Jazmine had on a red hoodie with a charcoal grey peacoat on top, black skinny jeans, and brown Ugg boots. She wore her curly locks down and put on red gloves and a black skully, just like Riley's except it was more girly. Cindy wore her black Victoria Secret sweatpants, brown Ugg boots, her green sweater and her black leather jacket. They both looked very comfortable.
Anyways, Jazmine had a sweet, warm smile on her features, while Cindy had on a playful smirk. Huey wanted to roll his eyes, but fought it. Cindy was a little too happy about the two of them.
"What up, dude!" Cindy bellowed, but quickly apologized as both brothers shushed her.
She shrugged and walked in, going in the kitchen with Riley.
Before Huey let his girl in, he leant down to give her a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Hey." He whispered against her lips, making hers widen. Her blush was so deep it was almost as red as her hoodie.
"Hey." She whispered back before capturing his lips with hers again. It didn't last long, but oh how they wanted it too.
They pulled back and stared into each other's eyes for awhile, before,
"Aye, close that fuckin' door, lovestruck nigga!"
Riley screamed from the living room. Huey had almost forgotten she was outside. She giggled and walked inside before closing it behind her. Once they both reached the kitchen, so Huey could grab the keys, they were met with two large grins. Huey rolled his eyes again while Jazmine giggled.
He wondered how today would turn out.
"Director! We need to catch this guy! He's a huge threat!" The red-head exclaimed, using hand gestures.
"Sorry Jack, but unfortunately some people are above the law." The old white man replied with a tone that read 'who cares?'.
Agent Jack Flowers furrowed his brow and secretly loathed the man in front of him. He just stood there angrily as he watched the man casually get up from his chair and extend his hand. Jack guessed he was expecting a handshake, but he didn't want to extend his. The Director shrugged and pulled his hand back before turning around to leave.
"Okay. Have a good weekend and uh, no going rouge…again." He announced before his departure. After he left, Jack made his decision.
"I'm going rouge."
"Alright, get out!" The rude, obnoxious female Physical Education teacher exclaimed to the girls in the locker room. Cindy was talking to Jazmine, completely ignoring the teacher. The only reason Jazmine was there was because she was taking advanced PE. She wanted to work out and stay in shape. Cindy did too, but she was required to take PE until her junior year.
"Hey," Jaz started as she pulled her hoodie over her head. "I was thinking about stopping by the hospital to see how Stacia and her family's doing. You want to come?"
Cindy was sitting on the bench, waiting on Jaz to hurry up so they could get to lunch. She shrugged.
"Why not? She was there for me."
Jaz smiled and threw her backpack on her back.
"I said get out!" The teacher yelled again. What was her problem?
"We leavin'! Bitch." Cindy yelled the first part but muttered the second one, making Jaz laugh hard and shake her head. Cindy got up and rolled her eyes, making sure the woman saw her before they both walked out.
"I can't stand that bitch! Always dick ridin'!" Cindy nearly shouted as the two walked down the hallway.
Jazmine looked at her friend sideways a bit. Cindy was acting weird. Normally she wouldn't have been as bothered by the teacher. Sure, she'd call her a bitch from time to time, but she wasn't seriously pissed off. Something must be going on with her.
"Cin, are you okay?" Jazmine asked worriedly as she studied her face. Cindy turned to her and sighed.
"I'm fine." She answered unconvincingly.
There was a pause.
"You sure?"
"Look!" Cindy stopped walking and turned to Jazmine, shocking her. She noticed this and toned down a bit. "I'm fine, okay? Just don't worry too much."
Jazmine nodded. They both started walking again, but silence fell upon them the whole time. Jazmine wasn't stupid. She knew her friend all too well. She was clearly upset, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
Later though.
When they walked into the cafeteria, they spotted the boys talking to Lamaar at their usual table. Neither of them had food. Jazmine's guess was that they wanted to either wait on her and Cindy, or they were fasting.
The first option sounded about right.
Once again in silence, the girls walked side by side until they reached the boys. Huey sat next to Caesar and Riley and Lamaar sat across from them. Cindy quietly took her seat next to Lamaar and tried hard to avoid Caesar. He did so, too. He knew she was pissed at him.
There were two more chairs left, but Jazmine wanted to be funny. So she sat right on Huey's lap, stopping the boys' conversation. Lamaar and Caesar stared at Jazmine with their eyes wide and mouths open while Riley tried his best not to laugh. Cindy would've joined Riley, had she not been in a crappy mood. When she looked towards Caesar, she rolled her eyes and averted them quickly. She didn't even feel like seeing his face.
Huey rolled his eyes, pretending not to like it. Hell, he loved it, but this was neither the place nor the time.
"Jazmine, get up." He dryly commanded. Jazmine wasn't fazed. She turned her head to him and smiled mischievously.
"Why?" She asked in an innocent tone that contradicted her facial expression. She then playfully rolled her butt on top of him, making the boys laugh. "You like it."
Huey glared at her for making him blush and get a little excited. What she did just now felt good, but he wasn't about to let it show.
"Jazmine, get up." He repeated sternly. Jazmine just giggled and kissed his cheek before taking her seat next to him.
"Aw, sorry baby. I was just playing around." She assured with an amused look. He rolled his eyes again as everyone but Cindy laughed.
Okay, she was really started to make him worry, and he didn't worry about her much.
"Cindy," he said, getting her to look at him. She looked so irritated. "Somethin' wrong?"
She shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Just not feelin' today." She half-lied. No one really cared for Tuesdays, but that's not the real reason she was feeling down and he knew it. He didn't want to pressure her into telling him what was up. He wasn't the one she confided in. That was left up to everyone else.
"Oh." Was all he said.
Riley changed the subject as he sensed the atmosphere turning awkward.
"Uh…a nigga starvin'. Let's go!"
He ain't have to tell them twice.
As everyone got up, Caesar finally looked Cindy's way. She looked so dull, and that made him feel really bad.
The crew walked ahead with Cindy and Caesar in tow. Huey and Jazmine were talking to each other and so were Riley and Lamaar. Cindy and Caesar, though? They didn't say a word. They just looked around the room like they were looking for something.
Approaching the line, Caesar turned to Cindy again, but she didn't pay attention. She was looking ahead, silently eager to get her food and sit down.
He felt like all this awkwardness was unnecessary. This quiet shit wasn't like him at all. He was always one to speak his mind. So he decided to make a move.
Cindy was frozen solid as she felt a pair of warm lips connect with her cheek. Her eyes grew once she realized who it was and she gazed in his direction all of a sudden.
"C-Ceez?" She quietly asked in a low gentle tone. He smiled at her with those pretty white teeth. She still couldn't believe he did that, so she just stared at him wordlessly.
He grabbed her left hand and brought it up inches from his face. If it was possible, Cindy's eyes grew wider and a deep red blush stained her cheeks. She looked around frantically, wondering if anyone noticed what was going on, but they were just ahead, waiting to get their food.
She looked back at him nervously, anticipating his next move. What he did next made her forget she was even mad at him.
He kissed her hand sweetly and looked right into her ocean blue orbs.
"I'm sorry." Was all he said. They both knew what he was sorry for, so no explanation was needed.
Not knowing what else to do, she just nodded and gradually removed her hand from his grasp. As she turned back around to face forward, she felt her stomach rumble, and not because she was hungry.
All the while, a faint smile played upon Caesar's lips. Pretty soon, the crew and Lamaar grabbed their food and took their seats. Just like before Caesar and Cindy didn't say much, but the atmosphere was a bit more refreshing.
After lunch was over, they were the first to leave. This caused the rest of the group to raise their 'Huey' brows.
"What's with him?"
"What's with her?"
Huey and Jazmine asked at the same time. Riley and Lamaar looked at them and shrugged before getting up.
"Don't know, but niggas got a class to go to." Riley replied.
"Yep. Mrs. Blevins don't play." Lamaar said and laughed as he recalled some crazy event happening in that class. Riley knew exactly why he was laughing and joined him. They said their goodbyes to the couple and walked off.
Jazmine looked at Huey and before he could say or do anything, she kissed him quickly on the lips. He drew his eyebrows together, as he was caught off guard. She smiled at his countenance.
"You mind warning me next time?" he asked in mock irritation. She giggled and got up with him to head to their lockers.
"Whatever, you like it." She informed him as if he didn't know. He rolled his eyes and wrapped a protective arm around her while they kept walking.
No way was she leaving the room, now! Not too long ago, she just witnessed her mother crying. That indicated that she was fine. She was so worried about her. The woman hadn't awoken since the day she was admitted. She still wasn't up, physically anyways, but she knew she'd be okay.
She thought about what the doctor had said about the side effects. Maybe she was crying because she was freaked out about not being able to move around or talk. Stacia cringed as she imagined how that would feel. She would literally be scared to death.
She sighed and walked over to her mom, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"Mom," she began talking, whether or not her mom could hear her. "I know we're not the closest, and I know you feel like I don't care about you or want to have anything to do with you…but I still love you. If you can hear me, know that my love for you will never die, just because you're my mother."
She paused as she felt her eyes watering.
"Um…even if you do the unspeakable, I might even still love you because of the fact that you're my mother." She stopped again as she tried gathering up her thoughts and calming her nerves.
She didn't even notice her father standing in the doorway behind her.
"I…I just want you to know that…I did feel bitter about you and dad not being there most of the time, but we can change that if we start talking and getting together again."
Anton felt a tug on his heart and he shook his head.
Stacia stroked her mom's hair as she continued to talk to her. She changed the subject to diminish the dark cloud over her head.
"Guess what?" she asked as if it was her best friend she was talking to. "I'm still making straight As in school. And I even encouraged my boyfriend, Riley, to make good grades. Now he's making As and Bs. He's really smart, but you wouldn't have guessed it at a first glance."
She laughed a little, still stroking her mom's hair. Her dad just stared at her, waiting for her to realize he was there. He was also pretty impressed with his daughter. He knew she was bright, but who knew she'd influence someone like Riley to make good grades?
"Anyways…when you wake up, just know that we are going to be a family again. I'm determined to make it happen."
With that, she kissed her mom's forehead again and turned around to find her dad looking at her sadly. She jumped in shock and blushed in embarrassment. He noticed and smiled, sadly of course.
"So, how's she doin'?" He asked, although he knew she had no idea. She shrugged timidly and walked away from her mother, back to her seat.
He watched as she did so, and shook his head. There was something he needed to tell her. So he walked over to her, knowing he'd surprise her as he sat beside her. She stared at him in silence, anticipating what he was going to say or do.
He sighed and looked right at her.
"How ya doin'?" He asked like this was an everyday conversation. Stacia raised an arched brow.
"Fine." She drew out bemusedly, trying to turn her attention to the TV again. She knew he heard everything he said, so she just wanted to avoid him for a minute.
As she pretended to pay attention to the screen, her father shifted uncomfortably beside her and acted like he was looking for something in the room. The tension was thick, so thick. It was silent for awhile, but then Stacia got up.
"I'll be back." Was all she said before she left the room. Anton watched as she did and groaned when she was out of sight. He leant back in the chair and closed his eyes. He was so close to having a real conversation with her, but it felt weird. He knew he'd have to step out of his comfort zone in order to get things straight, but it was scary.
He mentally scoffed at himself. A grown ass man like him, afraid of what his daughter, the person he helped give life to, would say if he tried getting to know her. True, he was a man, but when he tried to communicate with his family, he just felt helpless.
He shook his head trying to rid the thoughts and focus on the fact that his wife was alive. He could never explain the relief that washed over him as he saw her cry. She was responding to something, so she wasn't gone.
He had quite a few things to take care of. First, he had to get right with his family. Next, he had to convince his wife to talk. Then, he had to put the bitch nigga in the State Pen. As soon as Mrs. Jackson would be released, he'd get right down to it.
Meanwhile, Stacia was downstairs in the cafeteria again. This had to be like the twentieth time since she's been there. She knew it wasn't healthy, but she didn't care. She just hoped she wouldn't get big. After all, she did have a fast metabolism.
She shook her head as she bit into the chocolate Hershey's candy bar. She knew Riley would trip when he'd stop by. It's not as if she wanted to do it, she just didn't know how to cope. Mom was fine, okay, but her family was still broken and the man was still loose. In her mind, she had lots to think about. She hadn't been in school for two days either, and she had perfect attendance! She didn't want to fail after the fifth day, but it didn't seem like her mom would leave any time soon, and she would not allow herself to show up at school in her condition. Everyone would look at her sideways and shit while she walked around in sweatpants and no makeup. She didn't necessarily care about what others thought, but she always kept herself looking nice, and she didn't like it when people assumed she wasn't alright because of her change of appearance. It was annoying. So in order to avoid all that, she just didn't go.
She missed everyone though. They haven't really stopped by, only Riley. At first she was upset about it, finally knowing how Cindy felt when they were late picking her up, but she realized they had lives and they couldn't just stop by at the hospital every day. Riley would probably stop soon enough.
She shook her head at that thought. No he wouldn't. He'd make a way to see her and see how her mom was holding up. He would drop anything to see her.
She smiled a bit, almost forgetting her dull mood. He was the light in her life, and she needed him now more than ever.
Being the 'trifling' person that he was, Jin Taylor hadn't left his safe haven since the incident at the hotel. Not that he was scared or anything, hell naw. He just didn't want to risk going to jail and getting anally raped.
Okay, so he was scared. He didn't want to be some other dude's boy toy! He loved women too much.
Okay, scratch that. He loved the assets of a woman. He could give a damn about anyone but himself anymore. Rich ass…
He was currently in his kitchen popping some more popcorn and pouring potato chips in a bowl. What was he about to do?
Sit his lazy ass down and watch another gangster flick!
Or so he thought.
There was a knock on his door, interrupting his privacy.
"Goddamnit." He growled, setting the bag of chips on the counter. He practically stomped out of the kitchen and neared closer to the door. As he did so, he felt weird. Like his gut was telling him, 'Stop! Turn around!', but he was stubborn as all hell. Should've listened.
In his robe and slippers, he finally twisted the doorknob and pulled back.
As he was met face to face with the person standing at the door, he literally panicked inside. He hoped it didn't show, but as the figure's frown flipped into a knowing grin, he felt his stomach drop. The man in front of him could see right through him.
"Jin Taylor, is it?" The man asked, although he knew. Jin tried to keep his cool, so he rested his left side against his door frame.
"Who wants to know?"
The man nearly laughed, but stopped himself. This guy wasn't fooling anybody.
"So…are you him or not?"
Jin rolled his eyes. "Yes. Now what seems to be the problem?" He tried to make his voice sound irritable, but it just came out all bitch-like. That wasn't Jin at all.
There was a look in the man's eyes that appeared to be a bit sinister, making Jin literally freeze in fear. He didn't know why this dude was that damn intimidating.
The guy in front of him smirked wickedly and leant forward, his nose almost touching Jin's. Kind of weird. Just a little.
"I got one question for you sir…" He asked in a slow, menacing tone. Jin didn't say anything for a while, but as the guy stood in the same position, he realized he was waiting on an answer.
"Oka-"
"DO YOU WANT ME TO KICK YOU IN THE NUTS!"
Shit! He was afraid of that.
I don't care how crazy you are, NOBODY wants their nuts kicked. lol.
Anywaayys, yeah like I said, this chap's all over the place.
But if you would be so kind as to drop a review, I'd really appreciate it! :D