A/N: Oh my gaaaaaaaawd! OhmygawdIamsofuckinghappy! 9 alerts!? Aww thanks everyone :D I appreciate the love :'D! Now, warning, this fic will start out peaceful since I want Huey and Jazmine's friendship to grow naturally :D And don't worry, romance will come ;) It'll be slow...and rocky. And as for the other characters' appearances, they will come naturally as the story goes...So don't worry about Caesar, Hiro and Riley's being :D! Now enjoy reading ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Boondocks, Rubi and Hearts.

Opposites Attract

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Chapter 2: Complicated…

JazzyFresh: :(

DreadzIsMyThang: What's wrong girl?

JazzyFresh: I've just embarrassed myself in front of someone...

DreadzIsMyThang: How did u embarrass urself?

JazzyFresh: Out of nowhere, I yelled out loud "Your bucking-ham up in my buns" :(

DreadzIsMyThang:...

JazzyFresh:..?

DreadzIsMyThang:...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! You's stupid.

As soon as that message popped up in her pink Apple computer screen, one of her eyes couldn't help but twitch in utter displeasure. Her muscles hadn't been doing anything but twitching due to the constant reminder of her awkward interaction with the mysterious BMW driver. She didn't know who he was but boy,did she regret spilling out that inappropriate sentence. That good-looking driver was the most gorgeous boy that she had ever seen. His eyes. His smooth mocha complexion. His lion-mane-like afro. Everything about that guy was perfect. And she only had one opportunity to meet him. And this innocent lamb, Jazmine Elizabeth DuBois ruined it...in a pathetic, stupid way. But who could blame her? His intense red-wine eyes made her felt like that. She was unable to properly control her feelings; it was as though the mysterious driver threw an appealing spell on her.

At the same time as a sigh broke-free from her butterscotch lips, Jazmine typed a few message to her friend on the internet, feeling disappointed as ever. She didn't felt like talking to her Facebook buddy right now. Just rethinking of that 'bucking-ham and buns' incident gave her the urge to bang her head onto her pink keyboard, in hope of getting some dang sense.

JazzyFresh: What, it's not funny D':!

DreadzIsMyThang: Hell yah it is! I didn't know you got that freaky side in you Jazz xD!

Jazmine breathed out wildly, blowing a strand of hair out of the way in a tired fashion. That awkward event was not funny for this innocent lamb. Not at all. That BMW guy was probably by now thinking that she was some hormonal girl who loved doing inappropriate things and she was not that type of girl! Oh on the contrary. She was a proud virgin with a pure mind. Her school entourage had always wondered how she managed to carry such innocence for her age. Well, in Jazmine's 16 year-old life, the girl had been surrounded by kid stuff. You name it; Disney, Nickelodeon and Retro Cartoons (Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show, Tom & Jerry…). Rated Adult and Teen shows were restricted in her household so she had never witnessed any inappropriate sightings (she had to read Twilight behind her parents' back). Maybe a quick smooch but never sex. I guess you could say that her parents had done a good job of keeping her mind pure and ignorant.

Scrunching her lips in a thinking manner, Jazmine paused, not really understanding the term 'freaky'. She had never been called 'freaky'. Yes, people had named her in other terms such as: angel, innocent lamb, emerald, and other words. But never 'freaky'. She had heard other people, including her best-friend, use that language but she never understood it. Each time she'd ask a boy at school what that word meant, he'd smile in a disproportionate way with his eyes glimmering in mischief and he'd get beat up by Cindy (Yeah, Cindy is very protective). Jazmine even asked her best-friend what that word meant but she'd always shrug off, as though the answer was unnecessary to know. Hm, well maybe she could ask her Facebook buddy what was the true definition of the word 'freaky'. Besides, it wasn't like learning a definition was going to kill her, right?

Just when Jazmine was about to type her question to her buddy, a couple of flashbacks stopped her action, in other word, mistake.

Flashback – 6 hours ago…

"Euh…Cin, what's bucking-ham and buns since they're not exactly food?"

Jazmine's question made Cindy stop her tracks and swiftly turn around to face her slow childhood friend. At first, she carried this awkward silence that was telling Jazmine that the answer was obvious, and then it rapidly turned into spurts of laughter. She couldn't believe that Jazmine didn't know what those two words meant. "Shit Jazzy, why you's silly?" Cindy asked as she was still in spurts of laughter, finding her buddy's obsessive innocence utterly funny and adorable. "You's already a junior in high school. Is you innocent o' dumb? Girl, I really give up on you!"

Jazmine tilted a bit her head and blinked naively, still not getting at all the funniness of her question. She honestly didn't understand why her friend was laughing hard like that. I mean, the answer to that question couldn't be that harmless right? "Seriously Cin, what is it?" she repeated her question as she puffed her cheeks and pouted childishly to Cindy, a bit intimidated by her laughter.

Calming down her laughter, Cindy walked up to Jazmine and whispered the true definitions of those words, getting her to slip an undignified gasp and her eyes to widen in shock.

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Another flashback – 4 hours ago…

"Your bucking-ham in my buns," Jazmine's eyes widened and slapped her hand over her mouth, embarrassed to death of what she just said. She couldn't believe that she just said that in front him.

The good-looking African-American widened his eyes in shock, turning awkwardly his attention back on the road.

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End of Flashback…

As soon as flashbacks fast-forwardly crashed down in Jazmine's brain, the DuBois girl immediately pressed the delete button of her computer keyboard, refusing to send the question to her friend and know the definition of the word. Oh nope. She was not going to know what that word meant. She didn't want that awkward encounter to happen again. She didn't want to meet that boy again and end up saying something utterly embarrassing and improper. She couldn't ruin their second encounter. Somehow, her heart was telling her that she'd meet him again very soon.

Unexpectedly, a yawn that described her hidden need of sleep escaped from her mouth, telling Jazmine that it was time to hit the hay. But before doing so, she bid goodnight to her buddy.

JazzyFresh: I'm going to go to sleep :3 Goodnight :3!

DreadzIsMyThang: Goodnight Princess :D

Jazmine didn't know why but a certain strike of feeling empowered her as she received a sweet bid from her online buddy. It was just the way he'd talk to her. That gave her fluttery feelings in her stomach and heat upon her cheeks. She was utterly confused by it. Could her online buddy be her crush? But Jazmine found that impossible. Indeed, Jazmine held a strong belief when it came to love at first sight but she believed that it couldn't be him. She doubted he'd be the one.

She met this 'DreadzIsMyThang' dude online, when she first stumbled upon Facebook. Their friendship had instantaneously hit off after a single friendly chat online but they had never meant each other. It had been almost a year that Jazmine had talked with him on the internet yet she had never met yet. Yes, she had checked his profile pictures and found him handsome but she wanted to meet him for real. Jazmine had always wondered if one day, he'd come visit her but she knew that'd be impossible since he lived all the way in Brooklyn.

Logging off her Facebook account, Jazmine shut down her computer as sleepiness was starting to take a toll on her body, making her mouth exhale a yawn. Her body was screaming to her brain that she needed to go to sleep but Jazmine was momentarily ignoring the urge to do so. She needed to call Cindy to check up her because she hadn't heard from her for a while, which worried her deeply. The two best-friends were supposed to walk back home from school today but due to Jazmine's little fiasco with the mysterious BMW driver, she ran away from the school perimeter, making her totally forget about Cindy. So now, she was worried that something happened to the blondette for her to not contact.

Jazmine immediately grabbed her cellphone from her school bag and dialed Cindy's cell number, hoping that she'd pick up. But unfortunately, the call went on voice-mail, making Jazmine coo in sadness. She wanted to hear Cindy's cheery voice, to let her know that she was okay and in perfect health. She seriously hoped that her best-friend was okay because it was 1O:3O and she received not a single word from her, not even a text message. Jazmine sighed in defeat, putting her communication device away on her desk and jumping right in bed, where sleep was starting to kick in. Before her eyes were going to close, a thought came into her mind;

'I hope Cindy's okay.'

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Her muscles were fuckin' sore, giving her the impression that they were going to disconnect from her body within seconds. Her legs were tired as hell, screaming pain each time she took a step towards her empty emotionless household. Bags were displayed right under her once-cheery blue eyes, obviously telling the dark world her current state of fatigue. Her braids were undone, making particles of blond hair go everywhere in the cold night air. Overall, Cindy McPhearson was tired as a mothafucka. She just wanted to; at least, sit down on the couch to replenish all that ball of energy she had lost. She hated always coming home with like this; all empty with no sign of warmth whatsoever. In mornings, she'd come out of her home with enough energy to go see her favorite Jazmine and kill bastards who dared to hurt her but in nights; it was a different story.

Cindy went through her ripped-skirt pocket, in need of her keys to unlock the front door. She'd be better off getting inside before she catches a cold. She could feel herself losing the strength to even stand up and walk…all thanks to her late job. She hated her job but she had to do it in order to afford her two-floored house with her Mom. Every day, she worked at least for 4 hours after school in an unknown location where she had to use up all of her strength. No one knew what her job was and she tended to keep it that way. Especially from Jazmine.

As soon as she found the metallic small object which she was looking for, she pulled it out of her pocket and used it to unlock the door with impatience. Opening the door, Cindy wasn't surprised at all by her house's inner state. No lights were on. Everything was placed correctly, as though not a single person lived here. Cindy scoffed unsurprisingly, finding the atmosphere around the area regular. Just like all the other days, life in this household was empty. Not a single speck of happiness could be found in here. Only loneliness. Her mother was rarely here so each time Cindy would come back home from work, she'd find no one here.

Walking inside the house and shutting the door, Cindy carelessly threw her schoolbag on the hallway floor and dragged her feet tiredly to the living room, where she could sit on the couch and rest for a while to recollect that energy she had lost. Sitting down on the furniture, comfort and ease started crawling up on her body, unleashing a sigh of satisfaction from her lips. Cindy wanted to sleep right away but she remembered that she had an assignment to finish for English class. Most of the teachers from all types of subjects had demanded students from 11th grade to finish all their assignments since summer vacation was around the corner. Cindy had finished her assignments, but unfortunately, she stupidly forgot to finish her book review that was due tomorrow for English class. She wondered how she could've have forgotten one of the most important school assignments. Her English teacher was crazy as fuck. Weeks ago, he said he would throw those who did not do the book review into hell! So Cindy thought incredibly how she'd forget to do that homework. But at least she got Jazmine. Her best-friend always did homework long before the due date so Cindy could just ask her best-friend to copy off her book review and ta-dah! Problem solved. She doubted this would bother Jazmine. Besides, Cindy always asked her favorite goody-two shoes to copy off her homework so she was used to this.

Just when Cindy was about to snooze herself to sleep, the door busted open, only to be showing Cindy's mom, Maria McPhearson being wildly pushed on the wall by some hungry-looking geezer. The two adults started making out like there was no tomorrow with their hands roaming everywhere on their body, unable to contain their sexual impatience. Cindy casually looked at the duo, not one ounce of surprise found in her eyes. This had always happened every night around this time of hour; her mom would bring random guys in here and have sex with them. So Cindy was unfortunately used to her Mom's prostituin'.

Maria pulled away smoothly from the old guy with a devious glint in her once-innocent brown eyes, attracting the anonymous geezer even more. "Go upstairs in my room, get ready for a crazy ride," she cooed sensually as her fingers slowly trailed to his pants, around the area of his zipper. The guy obediently nodded his head and climbed upstairs to the bedroom, where he'd wait impatiently for Cindy's Mom. Cindy was still in the living room, watching the scene from afar. Even though the adolescent was used to her Mom's atrocious scenes, disappointment lurked inside her heart.

Hearing the bedroom door close (which indicated that the geezer was momentarily out of sight), Cindy shook her head to her mother, even more disappointed by her attitude. How could she do this to her family? To Cindy? To Dad? "Tss…if Dad was here, he'd be disappointed and heartbroken," she mentioned with venom leaking from her tone. She sometimes wondered why she even tried to convince her mom into stopping her gold-digging and prostituting ways. It was hopeless to bring back the old Maria McPhearson; the Maria that would confront the world with her intelligence and confidence, not with the exploitation of her body. "You disgust me mother," Cindy continued as she grimaced in disgust to her mother with her arms folded on her chest.

Maria's emotionless eyes slowly turned to Cindy, realizing that she had just witnessed the scene. That really didn't bother the adult since her daughter already knew she was a hoe. So there was no point of hiding it behind her back. "Baby please, I can't do anything about it…Gold-diggin' runs in our blood," she informed tiredly as she finger-combed hurriedly her hair to look good for her current sugar daddy. "How did you think your grandma raised me?" she winked in wicked amusement to her disappointed daughter as she climbed the stairs. "You're going to be a gold-digger anyway, just like me."

"Bitch," Cindy muttered lowly as she bit her cheek, preventing herself from hurting her mom. She was mad by how Maria talked about grandma. She shouldn't even put her name into this shitty stuff. Her deceased relative worked hard with tears and sweat to raise properly Maria and she repaid her own mother like this? Cindy's glare hardened, throwing daggers to Maria. "I will never be like you," she mentioned disgustedly as her mother walked inside her bedroom and closed the door.

Cindy's head slowly fell on her hands, in need of escape from all this misery. She sometimes wondered why she was working so hard into keeping this house. It had lost its' family value a long time ago, after the death of Cindy's father. She just felt like burning it to the ground with all its' misery and problems. At moments like this, she dearly missed her dad with his warm smile, his blue eyes filled with life, his warm personality, his everything. 'Dad, what happened to my life?'

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Smoke smoothly flew away from his mocha-colored lips as it slowly disappeared in the cold midnight air. His eyes absentmindedly gazed at the bright full moon with its' illuminant shine flashing everywhere in the Woodcrest neighborhood. The 17 year-old was currently standing on the patio of his new apartment, drowning himself in deep thoughts with the help of his cigarette. He couldn't help but rethink of his old life in Chicago. He remembered how his life as a gangster wasn't easy with the deaths, the crimes and blood always involved and all. He was the leader of a Chicagoan ruthless gang when he was 16 years old with his fighting skills and street smarts highly recognized amongst gang members. He was unstoppable with his gang. Hell, even the system could not do anything to him and his gang. Because of his dangerous abilities, Huey Percival Freeman was given the title of the Black Dragon.

Huey inhaled smoke from his cigarette as he continued rethinking of his old lifestyle.

Recently, Huey resigned from the group…he just had to do it. It wasn't easy for the African-American to leave his group like that. He had to get in a bloody resignation in order for him to do so. And because of his sudden absence, the gang became a plate of loose sand. Some members were caught by the police, others got involved in bloody fights with other gangs. The boss of the gang even tried all sorts of methods to get him back in the group but Huey refused.

Anyway, Huey was quietly smoking until he felt another presence coming nearby. He instinctively turned around, only to be seeing his younger brother, Riley Escobar Freeman, walking by his side. The eldest Freeman arched an eyebrow in question to his brother's appearance. Shouldn't he be sleeping by now? School was going to start tomorrow and he needed all the energy that he could get. "Riley, go to bed," demanded Huey as he casually continued inhaling the fume. "We're going to school tomorrow, remember?"

Riley scoffed to Huey's words, ignoring rudely his demand. Did this boy seriously thought that Escobar was gonna follow his order like a little bitch? Aha, this nigga was funny. "Nigga please, Esco will do da' things that he gots' to do!" he bragged cockily as he popped the collar of his oversized white tee, as if he was powerfully immune to everything. His arrogant behavior made one of Huey's eyebrows twitch in annoyance. "Besides, I wanna go around this place n' see if they got sum' fine bitches," added Riley as he carried his freaky smile.

Huey sighed, tired by his sibling's nonsense. How could he want to walk around this neighborhood at midnight?! Did this boy really think that girls would be walking around this time of hour, especially in a school week? Besides, the two Freeman brothers didn't move in this white-washed neighborhood just to fool around. They came here because of a certain promise that they had to keep. "Stop it," Huey ordered coolly as he furrowed his eyebrows. "We didn't move to this neighborhood to fool around with girls. We came here to-"

"A-Ha! I knew it! You's a faggot!" Riley suddenly threw an accusing finger to his older relative, as if he had discovered the most shocking secret ever. Huey deadpanned, contemplating whether or not he should smack him upside the head for speaking nonsense and for interrupting him. Ignoring Huey's facial expression, Riley continued pushing amusingly his older brother's buttons. "I betta' leave now befo' I'll get infected by yo' gayness."

Huey held the bridge of his nose in irritation to the foolish kinsperson's constant gibberish. At times like these, Huey just wanted to delicately wrap his hands around Riley's neck and choke him. The cornrow-headed teenager needed to understand that Huey didn't have time to mingle with other ladies. He just wanted to focus on keeping his profile low in this neighborhood, where none of his gang allies and nemesis would look. Ever since the Black Dragon quitted his old gang, a lot of other gangs and Yankees had tried to defeat him which caused major disorders in Chicagoan areas. That was also one of the main reasons why Huey retreated in Woodcrest with Riley. He needed to focus on himself and his brother. He didn't have time for romance.

He didn't want to add more unnecessary complications in his life.

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"What?!" Horror sprung from the young lad's mouth as she started panicking and pulling her hair in stress. She didn't think this would come! She hadn't seen this coming. She expected coming to school in peace with no stress of handing in her assignment, not panicking and causing a scene. Here the panicking girl was, in her English class panicking in horror with her childhood friend. Now what the hell was she going to do? She didn't think that there would be a day when her best friend, Jazmine DuBois, would forget to do her English homework. Now how was the worried blondette going to finish her homework if she didn't have Jazmine's homework to copy off? Oh god! Cindy and Jazz ain't ready to go to hell man! "How could you forget to do yo' homework?! You's crazy Jazz?" Cindy McPhearson asked fearfully as she got up close to Jazmine with her wide blue eyes.

But Jazmine wasn't even listening to Cindy's frantic. She was too busy rethinking of that BMW driver from yesterday and his hotness. She couldn't stop wondering if he was going to be a new student in Edgar J. Hoover High since she hadn't seen him a lot in this neighborhood. Last night, she wouldn't stop dreaming about him and his stare. The way he was staring at her. She didn't know why but her heart kept telling her that it was his way of being gentle, as if he was going to her wipe away her tears (she previously cried from her Disney book-reading). She subconsciously wondered if this was true love…

The strawberry-blondette's lost daze troubled Cindy. Jazmine never dazed off from Cindy's conversation! The McPhearson chick knew right away that something must have happened for her buddy to act like that. "Yo Jazzy, pay attention!" Cindy snapped her fingers repetitively, bringing Jazmine back to earth. "You ain't in Mars yo."

Reddening in embarrassment, Jazmine scratched her scalp as she giggled with her little innocent voice. "Sorry Cindy, I just can't stop thinking of that handsome dude from yesterday," she explained at the same time as she grasped her hands in a childish dreamy way and sighed illusorily with her eyes twinkling in happiness. Her behavior confused Cindy but nonetheless, she continued listening to the innocent lamb. "Everything about him is gorgeous. His red-wine eyes, his afro, his milk-chocolate skin, his sco-"

"Jazz…" Cindy trailed off as she walked up close to Jazmine and delicately placed a hand onto her forehead, checking for her temperature. "Did you get a heart stroke or is it the shock of forgetting to do your assignment?" she asked as she checked elsewhere for any minor injuries because Cindy was worried for Jazmine. Her best-friend knew that there were no African-Americans living in this suburb. The only African-American that lived in this area was Jazmine's dad. So Cindy didn't believe one word of Jazmine's sentence. Cindy thought that Jazmine must have been hallucinating from how white-washed this neighborhood was. "Are you hallucinating from the lack of niggas o' somethin'?"

Jazmine was flabbergasted by her best-friend. She was utterly shocked by the fact that Cindy didn't believe her (and by the fact she used the 'n' word). Yes, she did see a handsome African-American and he was drop dead gorgeous too! And she religiously believed that he intentionally wanted to wipe her tears away. But her little inappropriate comment prevented that from happening. "Yes! I did see him and he was gorgeous! What I said is true!" A childish pout struck as she released a sigh, a bit intimidated by Cindy's disbelief to her words.

Cindy just stood there with her arms crossed on her chest, not believing one word from the strawberry-blond headed. The McPhearson had heard many foolish things from Jazmine that had to do with ponies, Santa Claus, the tooth fairy and such. So of course, she didn't believe her. "Jazmine, remember when yo' ass told me that you found a pigeon-lookalike-sparrow? You were so happy and said 'That must be the child of a sparrow and a pigeon'," Cindy asked as she deadpanned demeanor and mimicked Jazmine's squeaky and innocent voice.

Jazmine sweat-dropped to the foolish memory. But she had to admit though, that bird did look like a sparrow and a pigeon. But that wasn't the point; she really did see the BMW driver and she's not crazy. Innocent, naive and pure? Yes. But crazy? No. "But Cin', that bird did look like a sparrow and a pigeon! And I did see a hot African-American!" the little innocent lamb whined innocently as a hint of annoyance showed in her voice.

Cindy casually arched an eyebrow, in disbelief to the ignorant 16 year-old. She seriously couldn't believe that Jazmine still saw the damn bird as half-pigeon and a half-sparrow. "Jazz, the bird ain't a half-pigeon and a half-sparrow. It was just fat as fuck," Cindy stated matter-of-factually as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Jazmine saddened, feeling dumb but nonetheless continued hearing out her friend. "Look Jazz, I ain't sayin' that I don't believe you, it's just tha-"

"Class! Quiet down!" All of a sudden, the English teacher's mean voice boomed throughout the classroom which caused all of his students to jump in surprise. Whispers among everyone had died haltingly as the school employee walked proudly in front of his classroom, in a king-like motion. This teacher was known for being heartless and cruel to these teenagers. He always pushed them heartlessly on being devoted to his rules, despite how ridiculous some of them sounded. If a student caused one- and I mean one- error, well he/she would be screwed in a way that a living being couldn't imagine.

Without any questions, students hurried to their seats without making any noises. Already mentioned, if a person caused one tiny disturbance to their teacher, they would soon meet hell. And they were not ready to go down that road. Finally sitting in their seats, everyone's attention was focused on the old man who cleared his throat, in meaning that he was going to do an announcement.

"Students, before you all hand in your assignments, I would like to present to you a new student," he declared, causing chills to run up on Cindy and Jazmine's spine. They weren't ready to face their teacher's wrath once they had to tell him about their assignment's absence. Cindy cursed under her breath for not ditching school. Out of all the ditching times, she just had to decide that today would be a good day to come to school. Nonetheless, she resumed listening to the announcement, bracing herself for the consequence.

"Now he's obviously new around this area so please behave around him," he turned to the classroom door, expecting someone to walk in. "Mr. Freeman, you may come in now."

As soon as this 'Mr. Freeman' walked inside the classroom, everyone stood still in their seats staring wide-eyed to the person that stood before them.

The new student's appearance caused Cindy and Jazmine to freeze to a point where they could hardly breathe. Jazmine's face went slack with her mouth slightly open, unable to utter words since she was still unknowingly holding her breath. Her body was unmoving as her face's butterscotch complexion faded into crimson blush. Shock soon melted away and was transformed into overwhelming happiness for the DuBois as she finally let out sigh replenishment, happy to see that he showed up. But it was the opposite for Cindy. The McPhearson lad's lips were kept open, unable to speak. She immediately snapped it shut, only to be gulping worry down her throat. This was all a blur to her. She couldn't believe that out of all people, it just had to be him that showed up in this school. All of this made her felt light-headed; she needed to take an aspirin quick before she might faint.

The new student faced his new classmates with a scowl that caused chills to climb on everyone's spine. "Hi, the name's Freeman. Huey Freeman," he presented himself in a nonchalant but tough tone, causing Jazmine to smile eagerly and Cindy to rub her temples in a frustrating manner, preparing herself for a major headache.

All of a sudden, Jazmine's eyes snaked around Huey Freeman's physical features until one of them caught her full attention; his dragon tattoo on his right arm. She immediately remembered a girl talking about how a new student was getting enrolled in Edgar J. Hoover and claiming that he was a gangster from a Chicagoan gang…Wait! Jazmine's smile suddenly turned into a frown as she came to realization of something incredible. She couldn't believe it! A mixture of surprise and fear circulated in her veins, making her not understand correctly the meaning of this situation. Her crush was a gangster. She had fallen for a villain that was under the system's skin. This made Jazmine shot up in her seat, throwing an accusing finger towards the gorgeous Huey.

"Y-You're a gangster!" Jazmine chirped shockingly as everyone gasped, not believing the fact that the innocent lamb would do something out of ordinary and that Huey was the famous gangster the school had admitted. All of this made whispers of utter shock circulate around the room but not easing enough the tension.

Huey couldn't help but narrow his eyebrows to the nosey strawberry-blond headed, unpleased by the fact that she just blurted out an unnecessary information to the whole class. How dare this girl expose him like that? Huey just wanted to start fresh and leave his old self behind in the past, in order to stay alive and in the right path. But how was he going to do that if people now knew his old occupation and cause rumors and gossips about it? Realization soon crashed down in his head as he recognized the girl's squeaky voice filled with innocence and her big green eyes. This girl was the crazy chick who blurted out that perverted sentence. But that didn't really concern Huey at the moment. He was just pissed at Jazmine by her big mouth about his past. "What Mariah Carey? Got a problem with that?" he seethed to Jazmine heartlessly, making her eyes glisten in a hint of sadness.

She deeply hated when people referred her to Mariah Carey. She just utterly hated it. It reminded her of her childhood, the time period where everyone would bully her because of her biracial status. She remembered how random kids would constantly force her to the bathroom and cut off her hair just because they found it ugly and monstrous. How girls would tell her that she'd forever be alone with cats. How boys would describe every one of her facial flaws with great disgust. That flash of memory made Jazmine shake fearfully in the classroom. But her shaky action didn't seem to faze Huey.

Everyone's whispers once again turned into gasps of complete surprise, not believing what they were seeing. Jazmine provoking the ex-gangster and him hurting the school's innocent little lamb; of course their attentions had landed on the duo's heated interaction. But Cindy couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want her precious best-friend to cry and become heartbroken. Hell naw! She didn't care two cents about this dude; she just didn't want him to make Jazzy cry.

Cindy immediately stood up from her seat and walked in front of Jazmine, as though she was shielding her from danger; well from Huey in this case. "Nigga, you's betta not make Jazzy cry! Can't yo blind ass see that she sad?!" she barked to Huey with pure rage, but once again that didn't seem to bother him. On the contrary; he simply scoffed to her statement.

The teacher finally spoke up, breaking up the feisty argument that had been going on for over 10 minutes. "Students, calm down. Huey please sit at the back of the classroom and as for Cindy and Jazmine, get back to your seats. We have a lesson to get in," the school employee ordered strictly, immediately making the trio run back to their designated spots and focusing their attentions back on the teacher.

Well, Jazmine's attention wasn't really focused on her English teacher. Her mind was buzzing elsewhere. She couldn't help but think in sadness about her crush. She wanted to meet him again to be able to properly socialize with him…not make him hate her. Her heart kept telling her that he was going to be different than her other crushes; that he was going to be her prince-charming. She sighed sadly as she laid her chin upon her hand, her eyes watering to the moody thought. With Huey Freeman's presence, time just might get more…complicated.

A/N II: Well…I guess Huey and Jazmine's relationship will be slow (but not too slow at the same time).As I have mentioned in the previous author's note, I want it to gradually grow :3! So don't worry, it'll get better soon. And you're probably wondering why Cindy was worried about Huey's presence? Well, you's gonna have to find out later! Well, peace out peeps ^-^! And please, review. Reviews are like Hot Cheetos *-*!