A/N: Hey there. Sorry for not updating this sooner :/ I've been looking for a job (What? This black chick needs to get sum kanekalon weave for her micro-braids na'mean? Weave don't grow on trees xD And they help my hair grow…no lie my sistas :D!), and I've been spending more time with my friends since most of my school year, I had been studying, never having time to chill with mi amigos/amigas :3 (Education first!) So, yup.

Again, thanks everyone for giving this fic sum love :D I will try to keep it around 15-17 chapters since I wanna finish this before 2O14 :P ( I hope so…) And I will do shout-outs next chapter since it's 2 AM in the morning right now and I'm tired-as…a tire? Whaat xD? It rhymed?! Ok, bottom line, I'm really tired and when I get tired, I say the stupidest shit ever (I think you have encountered that with my recent 'tire' joke lol).

Guess what? I give birth to another Boondocks fic called Next ;) If you love humor and romance, you'll enjoy it :D Anyway, I'll just stop talking and let you read (. _ . )

Disclaimer: Don't own anything…Derp.

Opposites Attract

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Chapter 3: Crazy...

Uneasiness.

Disconsolateness.

Those were the main words that could describe the atmosphere. Silence dominated the empty room, not easing at all the heart-beating pressure. Not one ounce of sound was found in the sea of dead air. To the two girls' chagrin, their insides weren't able to stomach it.

2 pair of eyes, aquamarines and emeralds, aimed apprehensively their attention upon the tiled surface of their classroom, unable to look straight up to their worst fear. Despite the overabundance of silence capacitating the current surrounding, their heart-beats raced continually with speed aggrandizing at each second. Their pulse was not the only thing augmenting in a nerve-wracking fashion; their worry also carried the same effect. Insides tortuously churned, the two student females of Edgar J. Hoover High hesitantly brought their chins up to finally meet the glare of their worst nightmare, unprepared for the punishment that will be announced in matter of minutes.

"Now Jazmine DuBois and Cindy McPhearson," the two girls' worst nightmare, also known as their infamous English teacher, started as discontentment appeared in his aging facial feature. "Would you like to tell me why you both forgot to do your assignments?" he asked, folding his arms and waiting impatiently for his students to answer.

Faster than any type of powerful lightning, Jazmine DuBois gulped fearfully and descended her gaze back onto the macadamized floor, unwilling to actually tell her reasons to her sudden lack of responsibility. She knew her teacher would scream in anger if she told him why she hadn't done her homework when she should've. The ginger always did her homework without any objections before its due date. There was never a time when this 16 year-old would forget her homework…until now. She only disremembered the completion of her assignment because of that Huey dude. She couldn't help it…he was very gorgeous. He was all she could think off last night.

"Euh…" Jazmine trailed off as she frighteningly played with her fingers, still ignoring the educator's coal-like glare. If looks could kill, the girl would be toasted in wrath by now. "W-well, teacher I-I…"

"Teacher," Cindy McPhearson finally chirped, impolitely interrupting her strawberry-blond haired fellow. "Ya see, we forgot to do our homework cuz we couldn't stop thinkin' about that fat-as-Albert bird we saw yesterday. I mean, we was blow-minded by it. It looked like it was half-sparrow and half-pigeon. Seriously!" she added a tone of astonishment in her sentence to make her lie believable. She knew Jazmine forgot to do her assignment because of that Afro Samurai dude from their English class. Her friend wouldn't be able to lie in front of their teacher; she held this enormous innocence that was preventing her from doing so. That was why Cindy decided to lie for her…Though, from the adult's facial expression, she didn't know if her fib did any help in this situation.

Eyebrow twitched in consummative annoyance, the teacher gnarred with his impatience getting the best of him. He was appalled by the fact his students disobeyed his orders for something…childish and immature. He had heard many excuses from his years of teaching that had to do with unfinished homework such as: dog accidentally eating it, toilet accidentally flushing it but…come on? The girls didn't do their homework because...of a fat sparrow/pigeon-looking bird? It was as if a mere little feathered creature held much more importance than him. It also gave him the impression these two girls didn't take him seriously. This mister felt indubitably insulted. He'd have to punish strictly these two immediately for their incompetent behavior…

"If these irresponsible illusions caused your conspiracy in not being able to finish your assignments, I'll have to punish you both!" he bellowed thunderingly, echoing his voice throughout the deserted classroom. Fury arose behind his witch-like lens, causing chills to ascend instantaneously on the best-friends' spine. "I already gave out the warning. Yet you both…" He menacingly paused as he cascaded his head low, casting off a vague aura with the aid of his bangs shadowing his verily-white frontage.

Jazmine sweat-dropped, unable to cease the constant shaking her body had been doing. She knew Cindy had lied to defend her and to lighten the pressuring mood. Yes, Jazmine actually needed her buddy's defense because she was a horrible liar. She was just incapable of looking into an individual's eyes and smoothly formulate a fib. Each time she'd try to do so, her voice wouldn't come smooth. It'd end up all horrible and robotic.

But on the other hand, Cindy's recent defense also turned out horrible. She just ended up worsening the situation! Now their teacher looked like the scary witch from the book of Princess Snow White.

Jazmine turned around to take a quick glimpse of her best-friend's reaction, only to her absolute surprise, see her quite normal with the teacher's outburst. Her eyes bore no trace of fear…but a sign of normality. Just a moment ago, she was scared but now, she was calm. Usually by now, Cindy would've curse the teacher out with all type of swears that'd seem foreign to Jazmine (she was still trying to find the definition of that word that starts with f but ends with uck). Oddly enough, Cindy didn't react today. Weird…

"Cindy and Jazmine," Jazmine's attention returned to the teacher as she could feel his eyes negatively onto her, which she guessed he was probably unhappy by her petite concentration to the situation. "Do you know your mistakes?"

Disquietude evident on her butterscotch frontal, Jazmine slowly nodded. "I-I'm sorry..."

The school employee's head turned to Cindy, expecting her to do the same thing as her fellow. But to his utter irritation, Cindy just tsked in her usual stubborn fashion and folded her arms onto her chest, refusing to pronounce an apology to the adult. "I ain't apologizin fo shit," was a murmur the teacher heard from the blondette. Letting her sassy remark slide for the brief time period, he returned to his discussion.

"I will not tolerate such irresponsibility and immaturity in this classroom. From today onwards, I'll be stricter! As a punishment for your mistake of utter stupidity, tomorrow you will both stand at the balcony outside and recite a song that, I myself, will choose," he announced, ending his sentence with a couple of sly cackles.

Jazmine and Cindy's mouth hung wide open, showing their emotion of shock to the crazy 4O year-old. Their mind churned infinitely, trying their hardest to comprehend whether or not this mister was actually serious. They bet he knew they couldn't sing. Yeah, Cindy and Jazmine may look like the type of girls to bear the power to sing melodically smooth; like a violin escaping smooth ear-soothing notes, like an angel playing with her golden harp…technically anything smooth. But these two girls don't sound like that. On the contrary. If you imagine a cat scratching his sharp dangerous claws onto the chalkboard's screeching surface, then you've correctly obtained the idea of how these girls' voice sounded like.

Still in their state of shock, the girls both continued hearkening to the teacher. "Now, Jazmine…you may head out of the classroom. Cindy, you'll stay." Just as Jazmine was about to question Cindy's staying, he continued talking. "I need her to stay to discuss about her recent low grades. Don't hesitate to leave without her, this discussion will be very long."

Nodding understandably, Jazmine picked up all of her books from her desk and quickly placed them in her Hello Kitty bag. She was actually about to leave anyway; she needed to prepare for her upcoming Math exam. Her bag finally in her grasp, she quickly headed towards the classroom entrance but abruptly stopped to give a last glance at Cindy with a smile. "See you later Cin," she bid a bye in her sweet innocent tone her best –friend deeply adored.

Cindy simply smiled back with her eyes brimming with certain lightness. "Yup Jazz..."

Jazmine tilted her head a bit, puzzled by something that flashed in Cindy's eyes for a second. The light from her eyes…it seemed different. It seemed like Cindy was afraid for a second there. But, obeying the strict professor's order, the mulatto placed the thought to the side and stepped out of the classroom, leaving Cindy alone with the teacher.

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After having a mini-more like scary- intervention with the English teacher, Jazmine had headed off to study hall, in order to revise for her upcoming Math exam. But unfortunately, she was unable to do so as worrying thoughts infinitely cruised in her mind. To this poor ginger, singing outside on the balcony in front of the classroom is beyond evil. She understood that this was part of the punishment for not completing her work that was due today but come on! Couldn't the teacher make her and Cindy suffer with something else? Like detention? Or after school cleaning duty? I dunno anything really…as long as it's not singing.

Ah man….Why do we have to sing?! Jazmine thought with worry, unable to place her full concentration on her Math exercise book that was sitting before her eyes. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of Huey! It's already bad enough he hates me!

Jazmine still felt bad for what she had done back in English Class. She had unnecessarily exposed Huey's previous occupation in front of the whole class. Now, she couldn't help but think the boy hates her. I mean, during English class, Huey wouldn't stop scowling at her. She just wished she didn't have such a big mouth to make him this upset. Now she doubted she was gonna have any chance to with him. Jazmine sighed unhappily to the thought as the school bell rung; telling the students it was time to head on to the cafeteria and eat. But Jazmine had other plans; she was going to eat outside since it was such a beautiful day today and the cafeteria was too crowded to her liking. I mean, it was seriously rare to find an empty table- no an empty seat- in the lunchroom. Seriously!

Belongings in hand, Jazmine casually left study hall and bustled her way through the student-infested corridor towards the school exit, unable to bear with her boisterous hunger that wasn't willing to calm down. She seriously needed to eat; she could already taste the delicious sandwich her father had made for her…Hmm. Already reaching the exit, Jazmine opened the door and headed outside, smiling in content to the sun that was unleashing its rays to the world, until she saw something from afar in the school parking lot.

Her eyes, filled with the mixture of surprise, landed upon the black BMW that was standing alone on the concrete surface, looking magnificent with the sunlight projecting on its black coating. She couldn't help but find it beautiful. Not wasting any time, she walked towards the parking lot and started observing the expensive vehicle up-close.

The BMW kidney grille inclined slightly forward from the awing Jazmine's perspective, the stylish elegance of the side view and the muscular sportiness of the rear end provided an outstanding look of style and supremacy. Judging from its dynamic qualities and tailor made design; Jazmine couldn't help but think this car must've been really expensive for the owner. Her father had once told her once that BMWs are internationally known to man for their superior gearshift comfort, dynamic performances and efficiency of the highest level when it comes to speed. So Jazmine had no doubt this car is eye-candy to people…especially men.

Observing in admiration the car's magnificent metallic beauty, Jazmine couldn't help but find this car oddly familiar…she knew she had seen it somewhere. She knew she did but she couldn't put her fingers to the name of the car owner. Forcing herself to find the name of the car owner, she heard a few approaching guys talking from behind.

"No mistake that's Black Dragon's car…"

As soon as she heard that, Jazmine instantaneously knew this car belonged to Huey. But she was a little curious to know the duo's conversation so her ears perked up and continued eaves-dropping their conversation.

"If something bad happens to Black Dragon's BMW, everyone will be shocked!"

As soon as she heard the sentence, Jazmine's worry horribly augmented at the same time as her senses were tingling in suspicion. She did not like where this conversation was going. From the boys' constant sneaky snickers, she could tell they were going to do something horribly to this vehicle. She has got to do something quick before they ruin it. She already made Huey upset, so seeing this car ruined won't help the gorgeous fellow feel any better. Oh god, she wished Cindy was here because with her inhuman scary strength, she'd be able to take down these busters without sweat.

Bracing herself, Jazmine semi-confidently turned around, only to see two boys carrying a pocket knife, looking like they were ready to ruin the BWM. That tripled even more Jazmine's worry, making it go over the roofs. "Hey! Wait…What are you planning to do to this car?!" she yelled as she stepped in front of the guys, preventing them from reaching the car.

One of the guys, who was carrying the pocket knife, simply laughed, not taking Jazmine seriously. To him, she was like an innocent little lamb who wouldn't be able to land a hard move on him. Unfortunately, it was accurately true. "Tsk…look kid, you're cute and all but scram!" he emphasized the last part of his sentence with a tone of impatience and coldness. He intended to make her run away in fear for her life but to his utter dislike, she turned around and hugged the car, obviously trying to protect it from their grasp.

But Jazmine really didn't think this through. The car, which she happened to be hugging, was burning hot from the sun's intense rays, causing her to jerk away from the car and crazily turn around. All she could do was jump and swing her arms in the air to cool down the agonizing burning sensation. "Ouch! Ouch! Yelp!" Jazmine high-pitched-ly screeched in pain while continually and maniacally waving her arms, still feeling the burn sensation eating her alive. The car under the sun is…terribly hot, Jazmine thought alarmingly.

Unfortunately, because of maniac-like waving actions (with her backpack in one her hands), the guys thought the girl wanted to fight them to defend the BMW without hesitation. "What?! You wanna fight bitch!?" One of the guys asked as the other one took Jazmine from her shoulder and approached her dangerously, with a look of pure hunger on his tanned frontage. "So you think you have guts. How dare you oppose us?"

Just when Jazmine was going to scream and cry for help, a smooth-but-ominous voice infiltrated the air.

"Don't you think you guys have a lot of guts too?"

As soon as the source of the voice came into view, Jazmine couldn't help but smile in utter happiness. "Huey," she cooed in awe, not willing to blink at this very moment. She wanted to suck in all of Huey's physical attributes.

Huey was handsomely standing there with his hands in his pockets. He carried this certain scowl that could make anyone want to run away in fear, but not for Jazmine. She found it so perfect. The way his eyes would carry this light of mystery, accentuating his facial expression. The way his eyebrows would furrow in a frowning manner, building a menacing-but-attractive aura. Gawd, he was like a prince in a shining armor!

Soon her gaze shifted to another person who was standing by Huey's side, only to be amazed. He looked exactly like Huey except he carried a mischievous glint in his red-wine eyes and wore cornrows. The weirdest part was that he also carried a dragon tattoo on his right arm but it carried a scar. Judging from his physical feature, Jazmine could right away tell he was Huey's brother.

Immediately letting go of the damsel, the two troublesome boys skittishly turned around to face the Freeman Brothers. Chills of fear madly danced on their spine as a trail of sweat cascaded from their forehead to their chin. From hearing numerous rumors about the Black Dragon, the goons knew what Huey was capable of. He could destroy any human being in a snap with no speck of remorse. So opposing would be not only stupid but life-threatening. So the goons did the one smart move they could think of; fleeing. They made a run for their precious lives, not willing to face their death at such a young age. They shamefully left, leaving behind the rather confused Jazmine and the nonchalant Freeman Brothers.

Jazmine simply blinked in bewilderment, registering the fact that the goons turned out to be cowards. Huey didn't even lay a move on them and they had run away like that! She was actually expecting an epic fight, like in those romantic books she had read. Usually, the evil guys are supposed to battle with the good guys, in order to claim the damsel in distress (which of course, they'd lose in the end)…not run away. Seriously, if Cindy was here right now, she'd be booing those bullies eternally and call them chicken (Well not necessarily chicken but in another word that's rather inappropriate for this lamb to use…)

Wait, Jazmine thought suddenly as she realized something crucial, giving her the urge to squeal girlishly. Huey's here…with me!

Realization hitting her hard on the head, Jazmine descended her head low, blushed in shyness and started fidgeting with her fingers. She was all alone –well not necessarily alone since his brother was here but you get the point- with Huey. She'd never thought this would be possible. She was sure Huey would try to ignore her crudely after what had happened today in English class. But looks like she was wrong; she miraculously received the rare opportunity to talk to him. But what was she supposed to say to him? Hm, maybe she could bid him a simply 'thank-you'. I mean, who knows what could have happened to her if he along his brother didn't get here on time.

Evaporating air with bravery, Jazmine promptly lifted her head up to properly face her saviors, not sensing the redness taking over 99% of her face. "Thankyousomuchforsavingmebackthere!"

Huey quirked his eyebrow in his oh-so infamous way as Riley scrunched his face in an unconditional befuddlement to the girl's fast-talking self. They both couldn't understand what the hell she was trying to say. From her voice's squeakiness and her frontal's abnormal redness, they could tell she was deeply shy- which was a reaction they weren't expecting at all. The Freeman Bros mainly receive reactions of fear and disgust from other citizens because of their ill-famed street status. Hell, people would sometimes even try to kill them. So Jazmine's timid behavior was oddly new to them-yet very microscopically acceptable at the same time.

A sigh of embarrassment was principally what Jazmine formulated after acknowledging her failure of being smooth with these boys. Seriously, she wanted to simply thank them. She couldn't ruin her chance of interacting with Huey now. She internally wondered why she was feeling nervous- other than the fact she was taking Huey's attention. Hm, maybe it was her lack of interaction with the opposite sex. The flustered female had to admit, it was rare for her to hold a proper conversation with a boy. The only boy she succeeded talking with was Caesar-and she never even met him in person!

Jazmine's series of sheepish giggle casted off the awkwardness that had somehow planted upon the trio. "S-sorry about that, l-let me rephrase," she stuttered, feeling the nervousness vanishing away. "Thank you so much for saving me back there. Who knows what could've happened to me if you both didn't appear."

Silence.

Not one ounce of word was found in the sea of silence- much to Jazmine's utter dismay.

Her green eyes couldn't even make out Huey or the cornrow-headed boy's current facial expression. They both held this unknown blank look that was obviously capable of camouflaging their inner thoughts/feelings. Huey's scowl-that'd be permanently implanted on his face- was replaced with this emotionless façade. This may not look good for the His sibling also held it, no longer implanting his expression of mischief. She couldn't tell if they accepted her bid or not. Times like these, Jazmine just wished to bear the power of mind-reading; that way, she'd be out of this problem with ease.

After a couple of minutes passed, one of the boys, Huey's brother to be more precise, finally managed to form a reaction. And that reaction was none other than worry. His eyebrows lifted upwards as his mouth formed a frown. That immediately confused Jazmine. But what confused her to infinity was by him suddenly approaching to her form while still carrying worry. Confusion disappeared in a flash, Jazmine ouh'ed in understanding as if she had found the piece to a hard puzzle. Maybe that boy wanted to know if she was alright, yeah that seems possible! Wow, who would have he'd be so suave?

Smiling shyly to the thought, Jazmine waited for the cornrow-headed boy to come up to her and ask questions such as: Are you all right? I hope you're not hurt, are you?-only to her absolute surprise, be carelessly pushed away from the vehicle ('with a get outta way bitch' comment) and ignored as though she wasn't worth cent. Ouch, that stung for this little innocent lamb. Jazmine blinked once again, not comprehending the situation at all. If the boy wasn't worried about her well-being, then why was he worried?

Still grasping the feeling of worry, the youngest Freeman savagely opened the door of the expensive vehicle and searched through it, which Jazmine guessed he was probably looking for something really important. Hm, but what is the object that is so important? After seconds had slipped away, the boy finally found the object he dearly loved. That object meant everything to him- well to his stomach anyway. He smiled in pure happiness as Jazmine deadpanned, not believing her eyesight. Was this boy serious? He had impolitely pushed her away, clearly not caring about her well-being, just for some McDonalds Big Mac?

Yeah, you heard her right. Just for a dang Big Mac!

Fuming uncontrollably, Jazmine huffed childishly and folded her arms on her chest. Humph! Maybe Cindy was right; maybe boys are rather mean creatures who only think with their dic-euh- wiwis. As the poor DuBois was about to turn her heels and leave in shame, Huey caught her attention.

"Yo Mariah Carey."

The feeling of nuisance washed over Jazmine, causing one of her eyebrows to have a small spasm. She didn't appreciate Huey's constant usage of that nickname. She just hated deeply that name! Don't get her wrong, she loves the singer and all but when someone calls her Mariah Carey, she just wanted to cry. Previously mentioned, it brought back rough memories of her dark racist childhood. She intended to keep it earthed…not unearthed. Calming herself down, Jazmine breathed out and turned her head towards Huey who was climbing inside his BMW.

But what he did caught her off guard.

He threw an icy glare to her direction. The glare that shouldn't be taken as a mere joke. She could just feel her heart beating in her ears, blocking out of all the other sounds. She was unable to stop staring straight into his eyes. His eyes held this scary ambiance that could make any living creature whimper in fear. Even though his usual scowls seemed excessively menacing, Jazmine preferred those than the one he was currently throwing at her. It made her hands unable to control themselves, shaking in an odd trembling rhythm. Strangely, despite his cold evil eye, she was still attracted by him. He was kinda like a magnet; attracting her with his negative energy and all…

Still staring owlishly at Huey, Jazmine gulped and squeaked a word. "Y-yes?"

"Next time if you see this car, don't go near it…" Huey's cold-look was still present; not faltering away from his face. "Do you hear me?"

His tone held a dangerous edge, causing a sudden chill to erupt on Jazmine's spine. His red-wine eyes also stared straight at Jazmine, looking at her soul. She subconsciously wondered what could be so important about his car for him to be acting hostile. Yeah, it is expensive but there's got to be another reason. This guy was vaguely mysterious and scary; yet still she continued eyeballing the man, willing to not run away …contemplating whether it was because she had to stay longer by this man's presence or because she wanted to. Freezing still in her place, Jazmine obediently nodded, slowing showing Huey she had heard him very clear.

Unexpectedly, Huey's little brother lazily strolled by Jazmine's side with a burger in his hand. He carried a mocking smile as he munched on his unhealthy meal savagely, which made Jazmine grimace in disgust of course. She was still a little ticked off by how he had carelessly pushed her out of the way for a dang burger. At the same time as Jazmine folded her arms and pouted angrily to the memory, the cornrow-headed placed an arm around her shoulder while eating.

"You betta listen to Huey yo," he warned as his mocking smile inhumanly stretched, making Jazmine quite uncomfortable, especially with the lack of space and his nasty chewing. "His Gay-Ass-McHater is known fo breaking ratchets' hearts…which is hell weird cuz' he ugly as fuck with that disco hairdo," he turned to Huey for a moment. "As a matta o fact, get a haircut already faggot! We ain't in da 7Os no mo!"

His older brother furrowed his eyebrows to that comment as he plugged the key in his car, making it vroom back to life. "Riley, keep up with that attitude and you'll be walking home," he threatened in seriousness.

Riley waved his hand heedlessly to Huey's direction, obviously not giving a fuck. Did this Afro Samurai wannabe really think he's gonna scare him with his little threat? Pff…nigga, he's Young Reezy duh! He scared of nothing yo! Returning his attention back to the confused mulatto, Riley held a mischievous grin to her. Hm, this girl right here really seems easy to push around; I mean look at her innocent face. Anyone could tell she's clueless as hell about everything, from the way she properly speaks, the way she naively behaves and shit. Heck, he bet she's a virgin!

Mentally seeing a plan form, Riley inwardly cackled and decided to play a little game with this chick. He approached his mouth close to her ear, knowing Jazmine was going to blush deeply in the color of tomato. "Y'know, we work at a Gigolo Club. We only hang out wit girls who come to the Gigolo Club…" he lied in a low tone, knowing Jazmine's little innocent ass was going to easily buy it. "If ya come to da Mr. Moto Shop in downtown of Maryland, look fo Young Reezy I'll be there," he winked."But remember, we's expensive as hell…"

Jazmine's eyes widened while Riley cockily left her side and jumped in the passenger seat of Huey's car. She couldn't believe a boy had invited her to a club! She never got invited to any events from the opposite sex before…seriously! With Cindy always being protective with her 24/7, no boy would dare to lay a move on the innocent lamb. This was going to be her first time going to a club! Cindy had told her many times how clubs are so fun with good music and people dancing crazily. Since Riley would be there, Jazmine had not doubt that Huey was going to be there too! She could finally use this opportunity to have a chit-chat with him. Maybe, he'd become her prince-charming in the end.

Just the thought of that made her blush crimson even more in excitement. But something else made her wonder in curiousness like;

What is Gigolo?

In the act of asking one of the Freeman boys the meaning of the word, Huey and Riley had both drove away, probably off someplace else to eat for lunch. Oh crap! Now how was Jazmine going to know the meaning of Gigolo? She needed to know because she'd be going to that club! Just as Jazmine was going to have a panic attack, she immediately remembered she still had her pink cellphone with her.

Oh yeah! Since I have my cellphone with me! I'm just going to Google it, Jazmine happily thought as she whipped out her portable electronic from her pocket and immediately went on the internet (internally thankful she still had internet connection). Afterwards, she entered the word and found many…unlikely results. Many of the results kept using the word sex. What did that word had to do with a dance club? W-wait, is Gigolo even a dance club? With the feeling of uncertainty bottling up her core, Jazmine hesitantly clicked on one of the results...only to gasp indignantly to the true definition of Gigolo.

gigolo (jig-uh-loh, zhig-) : a man who is paid to escort a woman; a male prostitute.

One thought came to her head as her eyes were fixed upon the screen of her Samsung Galaxy phone:

Gigolo Club is…a prostitute club?!T-then does that mean Huey's not only a gangster but…also a male prostitute?!

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Huey and Riley were on their way to find some local restaurant, since the school cafeteria was utter hell. I mean seriously, you couldn't even breathe or eat properly without having a person invading your personal space. These boys seriously wondered how Edgar J. Hoover High's students were able to eat in a pigsty. Ugh, and don't get them started on the lunchroom's lack of hygiene…The school hired janitors, so how come that place was nasty as hell? Damn…

Still driving and focusing on the road, Huey couldn't help but wonder what Riley had said to Jazmine before their depart. The girl was blushing hard when the boy had whispered to her. Hm…maybe it was something that was no doubt perverted. As soon as the boys reached a stop sign, Huey momentarily turned to Riley who was sitting on the passenger seat, listening to music. "Riley?" He called out as he returned his attention on the road and resumed driving. Due to the music blaring from his headphones, Riley didn't hear his brother. Nonetheless, the eldest brother continued calling him. "Riley?"

Once again silence answered him, leaving Huey a bit frustrated. His left hand holding onto the steering wheel, Huey used his right hand to slap Riley upside the head, which had successfully gained his attention. Riley looked mad, obviously not appreciating the sudden disturbance. He sucked on his teeth and yanked the earphones out of his ears.

"Nigga, the hell was dat fo? Can't a nigga listen to sum Kendrick Lamar?" he snarled as he narrowed his eyes to Huey.

"What did you tell that girl back there?" Huey straightforwardly asked, cutting to the chase.

"Wha-OH! You mean that Mariah Carey chick!" Riley totally forgot about that! He was too busy contemplating whether or not he should eat at McDonald's or KFC. He was just hungry as fuck. Remembering what he had whispered to that girl made him stifle a laugh. "Well...nothin," he answered, holding on to his laugh as he held his infamous mischievous smirk.

Oh god. Huey knew that smirk meant trouble. Riley must've said something stupid to her. His gut churned, getting him the feeling that sooner or later, what he had just said might get him in trouble. Well, Huey hoped it wasn't the case. "You know what, never mind. I don't wanna get involved in your nonsense," he decided to disregard this conversation; he didn't want to get involved in his charade.

While Huey decided to not butt in this business, Riley snickered to himself, imagining that poor little innocent girl gasping in horror by now. He knew she was oblivious to the meaning of Gigolo, because he had noticed her giving him a confused look as he had previously mentioned about it. When he saw Jazmine's innocent facial expression, he knew she'd be interesting to tease. He just had to tease her! He knew she'd make their stay in Woodcrest a bit interesting.

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Stepping outside of the English classroom, Cindy sighed in fatigue. She was finally glad her discussion with her teacher was over…for today. The things he had said to her earlier weren't positive at all. They were principally negative. God, sometimes she wished she could just go up to that teacher, grab harshly his head and bang it on something hard. I dunno, a brick wall, a desk, a glass window, anything that could make him bleed to death. Her life could've actually been better if he didn't exist. Hm...Maybe she could ask Ed and Rummy to eliminate him for her ...nah! She ain't ready to go to jail…I mean, who would pay the bills while she's there huh?

Growling to the thought of her conniving unacceptable excuse of a teacher, she felt her iPhone 5G buzzing in her pockets. Whipping it out and checking out the message she received, her jaw dramatically dropped.

-Cin, let's go to Club Gigolo tonight :D

To Cindy, this wasn't right. The world had finally gon'…crazy.

A/N II: Welp….looks like this is the end of chapter 3 :) And don't worry…Riley and Huey aren't actually male prostitutes ;) Riley was just kiddin' poor ol' Jazmine…trying to corrupt her mind n' shit xD! You might find this chapter kinda filler-ish but, believe it or not, it's actually helping the story finally move on to a serious path :D So expect a bit of darkness and romance soon!

Before y'all leave this page, I'd like to announce somethin :)

Lately I've reread all of my Boondocks stories and I've been constantly face-palming from the numerous stupid errors I keep finding, the way Boondocks relationship are established too easily (Like Cindy/Riley on my other fic, Rich School Ain't Pretty -.- ) and my lack of proper punctuation.

So, I've decided to look for a good-beta reader to help support my Boondocks stories. As in, to make sure the grammar/punctuation are in top notch, the characters' personalities are on point, the usage of different synonyms are perfect to prevent repetitive word effect (I always using utter, as, etc…I gotta fix that yo -.-). I will give that person major credit :D So please, if you know anyone who's a good beta-reader, lemme know ;) Seriously, I got two new Boondocks story (yeah Julie-the-One, TWO new stories ;D!) that I'm planning to publish in 2O14 and I want them to be perfect for y'all:3

Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading this chapter :D! Review my daawliiings (with a failed British accent xD)