Another fanfic :)
Hey guys, did you miss me? It's been like 3 months since I updated or uploaded a fanfic and it has been a horrible couple months. I've written and abandoned and reworked several WIPs with minimal success.
This is the first I've actually been able to complete and even though it's a very small achievement it's big to me.
Anyways on to what this fic is about just imagine putting Euphoria x The Chi x Desperate Housewives x Black-ish x Elite x Control Z x Skins xMean Girls x Boarders in a blender and if that makes zero sense to you I totally get it but basically I'm trying to write a teen drama on an everything bagel.
No idea where this is going but that's the fun of it.
Hope you enjoy it :)
Chapter 1: The Party
Sneaking out was definitely not one of Jazmine DuBois' skills which was somewhat surprising as some may say she had too many skills but simultaneously it was also not nearly as surprising because she had not a single rebellious bone her entire body. She was a good girl and that was putting it mildly.
She was the good girl.
She has never had a grade lower than an A in her sixteen years of living, she had an unweighted GPA of 4.0, she volunteered at animal shelters on the weekends, her extracurriculars consisted of volleyball, gymnastics, and recently cheerleading, and the very idea of doing drugs sends her into a panic attack.
She was almost supernaturally perfect; the perfect daughter, the perfect student, and the perfect girl and everyone in their little idyllic suburbs of Woodcrest knew that.
She was the kid parents would compare their own kids to and she was the kid parents would not so humble brag about to their friends.
That was her, Jazmine Evangeline Catherine DuBois, little miss perfect and little miss perfect had no business sneaking out to a party hosted by a senior she barely knew.
It was already past 10 o'clock on a Friday night she should be busy at her desk doing her homework or practicing her italian or finishing her grandmother's birthday present (a blue and white knitted blanket) but instead she was going over the plan in her head for the fifteenth time.
In all honesty what she was doing shouldn't even be considered sneaking out as her parents weren't even in the house and they wouldn't be until the next monday as they were on another of their 'Vacations-fix-failing-marriages' trips but the house couldn't be considered empty as she, a sixteen year old, embarrassingly still had a babysitter.
Mrs. Fletcher, a woman in her sixties that looked like she was well past her hundredth birthday, her skin was pasty from lack of sunlight with its only coloring being the brown liver spots that decorated her skin, she wore bright red wigs that always had her natural gray hair peeking through, and her eyes were a muddy brown. She was always dressed like she was going to a clown's funeral and she always smelled like moth balls and lemon cough drops.
Jazminie had been wishing she would just keel over and die from a heart attack or whatever other old people diseases there were since she was thirteen but it seems like God had other plans and Mrs. Fletcher just kept on kicking.
But everyone had a weakness hers was Miu Miu and Blumarine and Mrs. Fletcher's weakness was her shows, Jazmine couldn't tell them apart from one from another they were all the same 80s melodramas with their big hair, big shoulder pads, and big emotions but to Mrs. Fletcher her shows were like crack. Every time she would babysit she would park her large body in the living room to watch hours on end of whatever she could get her find because somehow she can't remember how to use a toaster but can suddenly navigate fifteen different streaming services when the time calls for it.
Sometimes it would only take half an hour other times it could reach up to two hours but it was a constant that she would knock herself out from watching every time without fail and Jasmine was counting on that tonight.
She checked her watch, it was 10:45, Margot and Tatum would be coming around to pick her up soon.
She took another minute to check her outfit in the floor length mirror of her bedroom. It was still just a highschool party so she didn't go all out well at least all out for her.
She still looked perfect though in the simple dark gray pleated mini skirt and jade green silk cami the only really interesting was ,of course, her heels which matched her top in both color and sheen but were embellished by its height taking her from 5'9 to to a startling 6'2 and very pretty floral designs. She refused to wear a jacket as it would ruin the look.
Her 3C coppery mane was brushed and smoothed to the point it nearly glowed, it was allowed to fall down to her waist with her only accessories being some very cute pink heart hair clips.
Her makeup was dewy and sweet, her breath was minty, she smelled of roses, and her skin looked like honey.
She practiced a smile…perfect.
A notification rang out on her phone, unsurprisingly it was Margot.
Be there in 5
It was go time.
Sneaking down from her room down the stairs she moved as slowly and quietly as possible just to avoid the slim chance that a floorboard might creak waking Mrs. Fletcher up, who would catch her in the act of trying to sneak out alert her parents and then she'll be grounded until she was thirty with three cats named Salt, Pepper, and Sugar.
Reaching the living room she heard snoring before anything else, a loud gross sound that she imagined a congested elephant would sound like.
Mrs. Fletcher was out like a light, her head leaned back over the couch revealing her neck rolls, her mouth was wide open which caused her dentures to slip off her gums giving the illusion that she had three rows of teeth. Gross.
A random tv show was blaring loudly and she didn't move a single muscle even as the brunette in black shoved the blonde in blue down the stairs.
Jazmine sighed a breath of relief before quickly shimmying herself out the door, closing it extremely gently behind her.
Right on time Margot's brand new shiny silver convertible pulled up.
Margot Shane was the closest thing she had to a friend which was kind of sad as in other times or places they wouldn't have anything to do with each other.
They became familiar with each other in freshman year of high school where the two quickly skyrocketed at the top of the food chain due to being rich, pretty, and enviable (and black) and like all other rich, pretty, and enviable (and black) girls they ran in the same circles but unlike most the two of them didn't immediately try to ruin each others lives instead they settled into a steady truce where they remained at the top of the imaginary high school food chain together.
Through the next few years they've become friends sure they didn't text and call each other throughout the day and night and they definitely did not tell each other their deepest darkest secrets but they went shopping together, they sat together at lunch, they're on the cheerleading team together, and they go to parties, like this one, together.
Tatum Harris had been best friends with Margot since kindergarten so it was like a buy one get one free sale relationship.
To put it simply Margot was Regina and Jazmine was Cady. Tatum fulfilled both the roles of Gretchrn and Karen.
"I still don't know why your parents won't just give you a car." Margot complained as Jazmine settled herself into the backseat, Tatum sat proudly in the passenger's seat due to her being Margot's right hand man and also because being in the front made Jazmine queasy.
"They're saving it for college apparently."
"That's dumb." Margot stated bluntly as she started driving.
"I know right if I had them as my parents I would kill myself." Tatum agreed.
This was their dynamic: Margot as the boss, Tatum as the yes woman, and her just there for the ride. It wasn't the most fun existence but it was the most stable and Jazmine had no immediate interest to rock the boat.
The party was being hosted by Margot's boyfriend Channing who was the epitome of a stereotypical jock but of the browner variety, tall and built with chocolate brown skin and eyes, cropped black hair, and frankly adorable dimpled. He's the quarterback and captain of the football team, he had a fifty percent chance of making it to the NFL or end up being a lawyer or finance bro after graduating college like his dad.
His house was fifteen minutes away from Jazmine's and looked nearly identical to hers except instead of white and pastel blue hydrangeas his mother's gardener had planted white roses instead.
Everything inside was a blur, high school parties were all the same.
The same hosts, the same guests, the same music, and the same food which she gorged on at the coffee table in the living room.
To her right was Margot who laughed and flirted with Channing and to her left was Tatum who laughed and flirted with one of Channing's teammates, sandwiched in between the two her right hand held her fifth cup of punch. It was half empty.
Suddenly she stood up, swaying slightly, she started walking.
Margot called out to her. "Where are you going?"
Already up the stairs she called out back. "The bathroom."
Margot yelled out something else but she was too far to hear anything.
After peeing and washing her hands she took a second to recalibrate, looking at the large crystal clear mirror she still looked incredible even if her lip gloss was slightly less glossy.
She really didn't want to go back down there, she wasn't able to take another "I'll climb you like a tree" from a 5'6 manlet before exploding.
But it would be rude to just sneak off and if her parents hand hammered a single thought in her head it was to never be rude especially when you are a guest…but then again biting the head off some really annoying freshman would definitely be a lot worse.
Plus she really wasn't 'sneaking' off now was she? She was simply going to catch her breath and recalibrate so she could be the perfect polite guest or at least that's what she told herself as she walked down the upstairs hallway to find a room to be alone in.
The only one she didn't hear suggestive moans and yells was at the very end, turning the shiny knob she entered and almost immediately regretted it.
Someone was already here.
Someone…familiar?
Wanting a better look she turned on the lightswitch and her eyes widened.
It was as if simply looking at him had transported herself back into her ten year old body where her untamed hair was pulled into pigtails and she would trail behind him saying his name over and over again.
Huey.
Huey Freeman.
The same Huey Freeman who had left Woodcrest with his family at thirteen and never called or texted her once even when she did.
That same Huey Freeman was somehow for some reason lying very nonchalantly in the bed of Channing's parent's master bedroom, hands folded behind his head and feet crossed at the ankles like he owned the place.
His eyes were closed and his chest moved up and down in one steady motion. She sighed in relief - he was sleeping.
Turning on her heels she reached for the doorknob and-
"Jazmine?" Oh my god kill me now!
She swore she stopped breathing even if it was just for one second. Turning once more, now back to the now awake Huey, she smiled sweetly.
"Huey! You're back!" Okay, maybe that was a little too sweet.
Huey seemed to notice that too, raising his already very angular eyebrow. "Yeah I'm back."
Stepping, well more like stumbling, towards him she sat on the large bed right next to his hips so she could see his face clearly in the dark.
He had become handsome, no longer childishly cute with baby fat in his cheeks and a skinny frame, Huey Freeman had truly grown into his features, his sharp statuesque features. Even his eyes became an even more startling dark russet color.
"Why are you back here?!' that sounded harsher than she thought it would. And louder.
"You've gotten more blunt."
She giggled. "I guess."
Suddenly Huey sat up, his very good looking face was now only a few inches from hers and his rustic brown eyes searched her face like he was searching for the answer for something.
Jazmine couldn't help but feel her face heat up and she dipped her head to hide her embarrassment only for him to gently grab her chin to force her to look at him once more.
"Jazmine, are you drunk?"
Huh?
"Huh?"
"You sound and act like you're drunk. I'm just asking a very normal question." he shrugged.
"I'm not drunk, I just had some punch." she said, prying his fingers from her face.
"Punch that someone gave to you?" his voice sounded frantic which her apparently drunk mind didn't really understand.
"No it was in the living room in a big bowl."
He blinked.
She blinked.
"...and how much of that did you drink?"
"Like four or five cups."
He blinked again.
She blinked again.
"…you know the punch was spiked right?"
"...spiked with what?"
"Alcohol."
Her eyes widened almost comically. "People do that?!"
"Yeah." he laughs
"I thought that was just in the movies." she muttered her body suddenly feeling heavier than before she found herself resting her head in the crook of Huey's neck. He smelled nice.
Again her body moved without her say so, her body lined up with a single hand rested on his chest to keep herself steady. If her dad could see her now he would have a heart attack. No he would yell at her then ground her for a decade and then have a heart attack.
"Yeah people are really cliche." he coughed, avoiding eye contact.
"Hey I just realized something."
"And what is that?"
"You still haven't answered my question, why are you back?"
He smiled. "When did you get so perceptive?"
"Since high school, you're still not answering."
"Because it's a very boring reason."
"I'll be the judge of that, so what is the reason?"
"Grandad missed it here."
Her green eyes narrowed. "...you're right, that is boring."
He just laughs at that, she was surprised, in these few minutes she's heard him laugh and smile more than she did in the three years she knew him. Was that sad?
"So what have you been up to since you left?'' She asked probing for more information of what her best friend (former best friend) has been doing the past three years without her.
"Nothing really."
"Nothing?"
"Yep."
"Really?"
"That's what I just said."
"You were having the craziest adventures as a ten year old and I'm supposed to believe that at sixteen there is nothing interesting about your life?"
"...I play baseball now."
"I hate you."
"I get that a lot."
Silence.
"So what have you been up to?"
"You don't really care."
"No, I really do. We haven't talked to each other in years. I want to know how you're doing."
"Well I'm on the cheerleading team, well it's really a dance team but no one really cares about the difference except me. I quit ballet and focused mostly on gymnastics. I'm on the student council, I've started knitting and crocheting recently and oh I've been learning french since I was like fourteen and…" Jazmine trailed off as she noticed his extremely intense gaze.
She blushed and buried her face deeper into his neck. "You're staring."
"Yeah I know I'm just not used to you like this."
"Like what?"
"Hot popular girl."
"...you think I'm hot."
"You've seen yourself in the mirror, I'm not going to feed into your ego."
"You already did that by calling me hot."
"How do your boyfriends deal with you?"
"Boyfriends? For your information I am single and loving it."
"Really? So you promise that no 6 foot 6 football player is gonna rush up here and beat my ass?"
"First of all I seriously doubt that anyone could actually threaten you-"
"True." Now who has an ego?
"...and second of all, all the boys at our school are so immature."
"Too immature for Jazmine, that really is something."
Jazmine smacked his chest, his broad rock hard chest. Wow, all that fighting really paid off.
"Ow."
"That didn't hurt."
"You're right it didn't."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"No sexy black pantheress lurking about ready to rip my hair out?" she ignored how the thought of that made her stomach lurch or maybe that was just the spiked punch.
"Yeah no, I realized I'm an awful boyfriend."
Jazmine snorted. "I could have told you that."
"I'm really starting to miss the old Jazmine right now."
"Yeah well you abandoned her so you don't get to reminisce."
Ouch, where did that come from?
Huey's face suddenly became serious. "Look Jazmine I-"
Her phone vibrated loudly from a notification and Huey motioned for her to read it.
It was from Margot.
Tatum got food poisoning, couldn't find you so we left. Sorry but you might have to get another ride home.
"God hates me."
"That's a jump."
"My ride just left me."
"Okay I get it now."
"I can't walk in these heels, what am I going to do?!" she sat up running her hands through her now less than perfect curls.
Huey sat up with her. "I'll drive you home."
"Really?"
"Yes really I mean we're still friends."
"Yeah, friends." Yeah right
But she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She followed him downstairs and out the front door, her long legs having trouble catching up with his much longer ones.
Huey's car fitted him.
Black, subdued, vintage, and really fucking cool looking.
"How did you manage to afford a car like this?" she asked as she closed the car door and sunk into the supple leather seats.
Huey shrugged before starting the car, expertly avoiding hitting the dark blue bentley parked in front of them. "Work."
"I don't think working at McDonald's pays you well enough to afford this."
"Never said it was McDonald's."
Jazmine wanted to ask more but at the sight of his grip tightening around the steering wheel she thought it best to avoid that particular topic.
"Why were you at a party anyways? I thought you hated them," she questioned instead, "and I doubt that you are friends with Channing."
Huey cringed. "Why do white people name their kids shit like that?"
"He's black."
By the look on his face Jazmine thought he was having a stroke and worried if he was gonna crash them into a tree.
He instead said. "...I can't stand suburban black people."
"You're avoiding my question again."
Huey sighed. "I was babysitting Riley, he really wanted to make his big entrance for high school and thought this was the best way to do it."
"So you're just leaving him here?"
She remembered Riley, the foul mouthed wannabe gangster that was always in detention. She wondered what he looked like now? Did he still have his cornrows? Or did he change, change as much as Huey did?
"I'll come back for him, he can handle himself in the meanwhile."
"Somehow I doubt that."
Huey just smiled and the car fell into a comfortable silence that was until she felt something. Something warm pressed against her thigh.
She looked down and her eyes quickly darted right back up as if she found the boring sprawl of suburban roads to be the most interesting thing she has ever seen.
His hand was on her thigh.
She couldn't focus on anything he was saying because his hand was on the exposed flesh of her thigh. It wasn't as if she could just simply ignore it, his hand was large so it took up a lot of space, the flesh was calloused and rough likely from his many years of beating the crap out of people and things but it was also warm, a very comforting warmth that made her entire body heat up.
Should she touch him? No that would be weird, he'd probably move it and she, ashamedly, didn't want that.
She didn't want to bring focus to it; he obviously didn't think it was such a big deal his eyes were laser focused on the road, his one free hand steady on the wheel but it was as if this one touch short circuited her brain.
Was this because of puberty?
Wait…did he just squeeze?
"Jazmine!"
She blinked. "Huh?"
"We're here."
He was right the car was parked on the sidewalk of her house, she could see the pristinely groomed hydrangeas even in the dead of night.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Sorry, I'll get out."
"I'll follow you to your door."
"No it's okay."
"I insist."
"Huey, I'm not going to get kidnapped in 5 seconds at my front door."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"...fine."
Maybe she had exaggerated the walk to the front door felt a lot longer than five seconds, his aura felt suffocating and she found herself walking straighter than she normally did so he wouldn't judge how she walked.
After what felt like an eternity she was at her front door, she pulled out the keys from her purse and-
The door swung open before Jazmine had the chance to and she became face to wig with Mrs. Fletcher.
"Young lady you-" at that point Mrs. Fletcher noticed 6'4 (6'8 if you count the hair) Huey Freeman standing a foot behind Jazmine.
Letting out a surprised grunt Mrs. Fletcher's eyes bulged out like a frog before she fainted backwards landing with a harsh thud.
It was silent for a few moments before Huey spoke up.
"Jazmine, I think we might have killed that. old lady."
Chapter 1 is completed with 3.5k words.
I hope you enjoyed it :)
P.S just finished the second season of Interview with the Vampire so we might get a vampire fic with Huey and Jazmine, maybe or maybe not we'll see.