A/N: I know, I know. Why the hell did I ditch this story, you may be asking? Welp, I've been too lazy to continue writing this fic and ideas for my other fics( such as Next, Rich School and Adrenaline) kept popping in...And I got distracted and shit. But I've found some time to write up a chapter - which I must say, I was quite surprised to have completed...since school started a few months ago, and my life, so far, had been consisted of homework, tests, and many house parties lol.
And plus, my computer had decided to be a bitch with me and freeze. Therefore, I had to wait for three weeks to get it fixed. But now that it's fixed, I managed to finish this chapter. I hope you'll enjoy. And the shout-outs are located at the end of the chapter. Just saying.
So, without a do, here's the new chapter of Opposites Attract.
Beta: Still looking for one :(
Warning: A bit of darkness and harshness...You'll see.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
Opposites Attract
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Chapter 4: All Over Again…
Was the world going hella crazy or something? Did God decide to end the world by drastically possessing a certain lamb into corruption of doom? Someone, please tell her that this wasn't happening, and that this was all a dream she had, from smoking so much dope - because this ain't funny at all. You'd officially agree with this frustrated blondette if one of your close friends, who happened to be the extremely-innocent Disney kind and didn't know anything that had to do with sex, decided to go to a club, let alone a Gigolo one.
That was the main reason as to why, Cindy McPhearson, was currently stomping upon the concrete sidewalk of Timid Deer Lane, on her way to Jazmine's household. She held many questions that needed an immediate answer, as to, why the hell her buddy, out of the blue, decided to go to such inappropriate location? Who, in their crazy-ass mothafucka mind, convinced her innocent ally into such a thing? And, more importantly, how the hell did she know the definition of Gigolo?
Standing before her friend's house, with a mixture of confusion and anger etching her facial features, Cindy briefly knocked on the door, one of her foot stomping on the concrete step with no whatsoever patience. Didn't Jazmine know how dangerous attending a party in a Gigolo party was? Anything could happen there - like rape, drug dealing, gangbanging, everything. And there was no way in hell she was going to let one of the male gigolos even approach to her strawberry-blondette.
Wait till Jazmine hears it, Cindy thought, both of her hands upon her hips in a sassy fashion, ready as ever to open her mouth and show this damn stupid world how she wasn't feeling this situation at all.
She heard faint footsteps coming from the other side of the door, meaning that a person was finally going to let her in this house. The door lock noisily shifted, giving Cindy the cue to let out the storm.
"Girl, is you crazy? Are you outta yo goddamn mi-" Cindy stopped midway in her fuss, as she haltingly quieted down, her eyes staring upon the broken image that stood before her. The anger that her core bottled up soon vanished away into thin air.
It hit her hard how sickeningly helpless Sara DuBois looked. Her hair had lost its shiny vibrant sunshine tone, as it was now replaced with the weak lifeless tone of rusty yellow, carrying the resemblance of a falling autumn leaf that was about ready to face its crumpling withdrawal from earth. Her eyes, which used to be filled with motherly love and happiness, were now carrying the evident aura of fatigue, its aquamarine color about to fade away and convert into gray. And her body looked weak and fragile - as though, one mere finger touch could break her.
Needless to say, she looked ill. And that worried Cindy to ish.
"Hi Mrs D," Cindy helloed sweetly, losing its once angry edge. "Are you okay? You look awfully sick."
Sara roughly coughed, covering her mouth with a hand as she expelled air in a harsh noise, strongly displaying her effete health condition. "Yeah, I-I'm fine. I just caught a cold, that's all."
"Euh...ok," Cindy didn't believe a word of it, knowing deep down that Mrs. DuBois was lying, but decided to not press the issue. She converted her confused facial expression into a sweet smile, nonetheless worry still apparent on her frontage. "Well, get well soon Mrs. D."
"Oh don't worry about me," Sara smiled reassuringly, letting the teenager know that she was going to be fine. "Well, you probably came here to see Jazmine. She's upstairs in her room," she mentioned with a mere hand wave, subtly changing the subject.
Sara's hand, which so happened to be the one she had used while coughing, caught Cindy's attention.
It's bloody, Cindy suspiciously thought. Yes, indeed. One of Sara's hands was stained of her own red crimson DNA, which augmented Cindy's worry to infinity. So...Sara was coughing up blood? Okay, this wasn't good news at all.
Noticing Cindy's eyes upon her dirtied palm, Sara hid her hand behind her back, with an assuring smile. "Oh - don't worry about that. It's nothing," she assured once more, causing the suspicious blondette to quirk an eyebrow.
"Are you sure Mrs. DuBois?" Cindy asked, seriousness intertwining her words. "Because you just coughed up blo-"
"I said, I'm fine," the 35 year-old said in finality, forcibly putting this conversation to end. From her voice, it seemed as though she was silently imploring Cindy to not question her condition. "Now, go on and see Jazmine. She's currently in her room, going through her piggy-bank," she added, wondering herself why her daughter was stuck in her room for hour and a half, counting coins.
Oh right, the youngster totally forgot about Jazmine. Hm- that innocent lamb must be counting her money to go to dat Gigolo place. Oh hell nah! C-Merph ain't gonna let that roll! Oh hell-to-the-no! Nodding in determination, Cindy walked towards the stairway and commenced ascending the stairs, but momentarily paused as Sara's weak voice caught her attention.
"Cindy, take care of Jazmine, for me."
Weird, why did Cindy get the impression that Sara was going to leave elsewhere - for good? I dunno, but the way she had said that, made her heart drop for a second. And fear, all of a sudden, tickled her spine with its' frosty fingers, erupting chills from the teenager. Unsure of how to respond to Sara's sentence, Cindy just proceeded climbing up the steps, on her way to Jazmine's room.
This day just gets weirder and weirder for this thuggin' chick.
Blowing her bangs out of her view, Cindy reached the second-floor after using a short flight of stairs, now standing before the bedroom of her best-friend. Yup, Jazmine was definitely in there, with all of that bullshittin' Barbie Girl music blasting hard from the other side of the door. Oh joy, now Cindy found another reason to take it out on Jazmine; her poor gay-ish taste in music.
Inwardly liking the idea, the furious McPhearsons digits firmly held the doorknob and turned it clockwise, opening the door, only to see Jazmine Elizabeth DuBois bobbing her head along to the lame excuse of lyrics, at the same time, counting the number of coins she has, with her smashed piggy-bank by her side. Poor piggy, Cindy swore she had seen a tear fall from the piggy's left eye.
"Jazz, are you outta yo goddamn mind!" Cindy bellowed.
But her pal hadn't heard what Cindy had just said; all thanks to the song that was currently bombarding her ears. Goddammit, this song was beyond whack – ouf, where's the music player cause C-Merph gotta turn this shit off. She could feel the beat giving her the major case of diarrhea from its nauseous sickening lyrics – and she ain't got no Bepto Bismo on her right now, so it was necessary to put it on mute – for good.
I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Oh, god, Cindy inwardly wondered how the hell this kinky-haired sista could listen to this type of song. Okay, she understood that it fully went along with her bubbly, innocent personality – but come on!
It just might gave this blondette not only diarrhea, but also make her feel pink-washed. In other words, feel all girly and frilly, fake and Barbie-ish. And C-Merph doesn't do that shit. She does Tupac, Eazy E, Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg (not Snoop Lion)…not Barbie, Jonas Brothers and all that other bullshit.
I'm a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
Noticing a pink Hello-Kitty edition music player sitting on the window frail, Cindy immediately marched over to it (in the process of stepping upon the already-crushed piggy bank) and threw the pink music contraption out of the window, shattered in pieces from the harsh impact with the concrete sidewalk. Finally – some peace and quiet! She nonchalantly dusted her hands, as though she had just completed a big job and Jazmine perked her head up, drawling in displease.
"Aw, no Cindy. That's going to be like the sixth time that you broke my music player," she complained childishly, standing up from the carpeted floor. "Now, what am I supposed to say to my father?" she asked, dusting her school uniform skirt.
Cindy simply lifted her arms in the air, signaling the girl that she had done nothing wrong – but saved the ears of the earth's population from such horrendous music. "Hey, it ain't my fault you can't choose a good song," she placed her hands on her hip, back in her sassy I'm-mad mode. "Now, tell me why da fuckin' hell you wanna go to a Gigolo club, huh? You outta you fuckin mind, woman!?"
Jazmine placed a mere finger upon her lips, telling her friend to quiet down. "Cindy, don't swear! You know how my family and I feel about cursing."
"I don't give two shits about that. I just wanna fuckin know why the hell you wanna go to an inappropriate place!" Cindy nagged, her fiery eyes never leaving off Jazmine's guilty ones. "Do you know what would happen to you if you went there? Do you how a Gigolo club has a high percentage of danger?!"
Jazmine sighed, knowing Cindy was going to act like this. After all, she always tended to act over-protective with her.
You see, right after Jazmine had discovered what Gigolo meant, she wanted to decline Riley's offer and run off to Cindy, like a little good lamb she was raised to be. But she had change of plans. She decided to roll with the inappropriate offer and go – to not only try to befriend with Huey, but to also get a tincy-wincy feel of what it'd be like to get out of her comfort zone.
She was getting rather irritated of herself – of the way her density dominated the majority of her life. Her lack of knowledge of the real word, her enormous density and abnormal innocence were the main flaws of herself. If it weren't for them – her life wouldn't be like this. She bet it'd be different.
Like, for an example, the majority of the student body, her family, Huey, Riley and especially Cindy wouldn't see her as a dependant defenseless puppy that needed constant attention. She was getting a bit annoyed of always being obligated to stay in her safety bubble and to never leave and be capable of witnessing the real world's true color.
I mean, so far, her life was – too peaceful. She just wanted to see if it was really all about rainbows and peace. That was all she wished from within her heart and soul. – other Huey Freeman as her prince-charming.
Jazmine fidgeted her fingers, her eyes away from Cindy's. If she continued to look into her eyes, Jazmine would feel nothing but guilt for causing quite trouble. "Sorry Cin. I just wanted to get out of my bubble, and see for myself, how it'd feel like to get out of my comfort zone."
Cindy creased between her eyebrows as her nose wrinkled, not comprehending where Jazmine was getting at. "Jazzy, da fuck you mean by getting out of your comfort zone?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I wanna see how the real world looks like. I want to get out of this boring place and get a glimpse of how it is in the rough side. I just want to feel – normal. As in, I don't want to feel clueless about little measly inappropriate sentences. I don't want to act like an overly-innocent puppy that needs to follow everyone's footsteps," declared Jasmine, slowly lifting her eyes away from her now non-fidgeting fingers to her bff. "Do you know how much it hurts when people talk behind my back about my density?"
Cindy was beyond speechless.
She didn't think Jazmine was serious about this. To be honest, the McPhearson chick assumed her chum wanted to go to a Gigolo club mainly because of her many attempts of retrieving her – add air quotes – prince charming. But she had to admit, Jazmine was entirely right – it was time for her to obtain a bit of knowledge in the real world, instead of always assuming that the world was a happy-preppy place.
But why a Gigolo Club? I mean, Jazmine could get a bit of freedom by going to a few house parties, concerts and things along the lines. It didn't have to be a Gigolo Club.
"But why a damn Gigolo Club?" Cindy questioned, taking a seat upon the floor's nappy-nonetheless-cozy covering by Jazmine's side. "You can get a feel of the real world by doing many things, such as going to a few cool-as-ice concerts, traveling or house parties," she explained, this time using faintly her urban accent.
"Because Riley invited me," Jazmine truthfully answered.
Everything that was functioning Cindy's body idled; giving her the impression that the world froze. Her eyes bugged out, unable to register what her ears had just heard. Please let it be another Riley, not the one Cindy knew.
"J-Jazmine," Cindy managed to start a sentence, taking in a couple of steady breaths. If she didn't do so, she'd be afraid of dying right here in this bedroom, from inadequacy of air. "W-which Riley?"
Unsure of why Cindy was awfully paling, Jazmine gave her the answer that she was afraid to hear. "Riley Freeman."
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I gots to get her. She is lookin' too fine in dat booty short. The 20 year-old perversely thought as he grinned boastingly, his eyes upon the prize. He knew from the back of his mind that he'll be banging that ass hard tonight.
The lingering scent of cigar and cigarettes filled the air. Not only had the intoxicating smell of fume dominated the inside of Maryland's downtown strip-club, but also the stench of fake Louis Vuitton perfume and strong-ass cologne, along with the sound of laughter and chatter. In defiance of the cigar/cigarette's dominant self, this tattoo-filled mister proudly watched a couple of girls propelling their liquor-sprayed bodies down to the ground with their hands holding onto the strip-pole. Their hips gyrated from left and right, their ass sexily bouncing at the same time, along to Jermaine Dupri's Gotta Getcha song.
This was the good life. Everyday, this was his life. Running a successful, untouchable gang that ran on low gambling and drug and prostitution market by day. Coming to this club and picking chicks up by night.
His life didn't start out like this, with so much success. He was born poor – as in, his mother worked three jobs to at least put enough food on the table. And his father abandoned them, without a word or money. Overall, he didn't have a happy childhood. But it ain't his fault – he just wasn't born from the right pussy.
But with time, hard work and patience, he worked his way through the cold dark streets of Chicago and formed his own gang. Thus, making him climb up and prosperously reach the top of the social ladder. He knew that he sacrificed many lives and disobeyed many morals to be in this exact stop – arrogantly showering money on the almost nude women, in a 5 star club that hold people from notorious gangs to slick politicians.
Yet, he religiously believed that he wasn't the actual bad guy. Yes, he killed many citizens. Yes, he disrespected women in such atrocious manner. And yes, he did business under the table – in other words, illegally marketing.
But this was part of life. Life was like a game – in order to be the winner, or to at least be in it, you go to take drastic measures to survive. If you gotta shoot someone to see another day, then let it be. You just can't lose and let your inner feelings – especially love – get in the way of it. Do what ever it takes to stay alive.
Making 100 dollar bills rain on the stripping bitches, a smile stretched upon the young man's mocha-colored skin, his arrogance shining throughout the dark, cloudy room. He continued and continued taking out the greens, knowing that it'll never stop. Money would keep flowing in for this gangster. And when the greens keep coming in, he's powerful – immune to everything. He's immune to everything – no, to everyone. He rules the streets, the hoes, the pimps, the drug businesses, everything.
Right now, Dewey Johnson was so owning this twisted dark game; life.
"Yo, bitch," Dewey brashly pointed to one of the strippers. "Yeah, you with da Beyoncé blond weave," he called out as he slowly finger-gestured for her to approach him, earning the star-looking stripper's attention, "Come to yo Daddy."
Obeying his order like a good little girl, the strip-teaser got on her fours and sensually crawled towards her well-paying customer, a light of hunger twinkling behind her green contacts. She was like a lion, looking for its prey to feast on. Except, the dread-headed boy knew that light of hunger wasn't for him – but for, his checks, cash – anything that'd get her new weaves. He ain't stupid. His mama always told him to never trust a hoe. And that's the motto he'd follow till he dies.
In a snake-like motion, the African-American got off stage and crawled on the gangster's lap, slowly straddling herself in a sitting position. "What, Daddy?" she purred coquettishly, her breath of strong liquor invading the boy's nostrils, and, at the same time, she slid her hand down, attempting to reach the crotch of her pimp.
She was trying to play cute. It was poorly false. And it was obvious as hell. Tsk – did she really think she was going to succeed keeping up with the act? Ah! She was so wrong. Dewey delicately held her chin, his Hershey brown eyes looking straight through the prostitute's. "Sweetie, you still owe me lotta money," he softly reminded, earning a startling flinch from her.
The prostitute/stripper's mask of sensuality finally cracked – showing her real façade of fear. That immediately showed Dewey that he had plucked a nerve. The female slowly descended her gaze away from the man, contemplating whether or not she'd make a run for it. "Euh – Daddy, about the money-"
His last speck of patience evaporating into thin air, Dewey brutally pushed the hoe off his lap, discontentment apparent from his facial features. How dare this hoe played with his money like that? This bitch owed him 1OOO $ -the money he had used to bail her stank-ass from jail. "Well, if you can't pay up, then I'll make you pay your debt in anotha' way," he declared, whipping out his silver Colt Python towards the shivering lad.
Fear aggrandized for the hoe – to the point that her body stood still on the floor, shivering uncontrollably like a scared little Chihuahua. "P-please don't kill me! I have a little girl that needs me!" she begged hoarsely, feeling the urge to cry.
Dewey felt no remorse for her. She had a daughter, huh? Then why did this woman choose to work in this type of environment, in the first place? She should've been in another appropriate place to make some cash – not here. Well, too bad. There are consequences in every action that's been made. "Cry me a river…" he mercilessly spat.
He pulled the trigger.
He watched the girl shriek in pain, with the bullets piercing through her chest, hungry for her flesh.
He watched her body fully collide on the floor, with the pool of blood spreading on the gray surface.
He watched the liveliness in her eyes dim for good.
Dewey was all used to this. He watched this scene way too many times. No speck of guilt appeared within his core. He learned to never let his feelings and morals get in the way of his dirty business. That was the golden rule that he learned to follow, from the times he spent in the streets.
"Dewey!" The said boy heard someone call from behind, so he turned around, only to see a couple of his goons running up to him, from the club entrance. "Dewey, we've got news!"
This better be good. These goons were interrupting his little fun. The gang-lord had sent them to search for his missing gang-member, Black Dragon – not to come back here with nothing in hand.
You see, business was slowing down right after Black Dragon resigned from the group. Hell, chaos erupted. Because of the 17 year-old's sudden absence, the gang momentarily became a plate of loose sand. Some of the gang members were caught by the authorities while others were gravely killed or got involved in bloody fights with other gangs.
Dewey hate to admit, but he needed Huey Percival Freeman back, in order to get his gang's commerce back in running.
"What y'all want? Can't you see I'm tryin to do sum'thang important here?!" Dewey barked, obviously not liking his goons' appearance.
One of them walked forward, his face holding nothing but neutrality. But his boss inwardly knew he was trying to mask his fear – but he gotta give him props, he was really good at doing it. "D, we found Black Dragon."
That immediately gained the gang-lord's full attention. So it was true. Huey was staying in this white-ass neighborhood. Interesting. "Go on," Dewey gestured for the man to continue explaining the deets.
"When we found his ride parked in sum school parking lot, we wanted to leave a lil' message on his ride – na'mean," he added a sneaky wink to that sentence, "but sum mixed-lookin' bitch stopped us from doin' it."
Dewey kept his need to gape incredulously and held a stoic emotionless glare.
So a girl was now involved in this charade? Hm – Dewey grew up with Huey for almost his whole life and he never once mentioned of knowing a girl. He was the type to not mix in with the opposite sex – as in not having a serious relationship. His life was already complicated as it was. He just grabs a chick, fucks her and leaves her alone by the sidewalk for good. He ain't got time to dwell in love-dovey shit. So, hearing his goon's report surprised a lot Dewey.
"I doubt Black Dragon's serious with the bitch – so she ain't a thing to worry about," Dewey said, putting away his silver weapon in his baggy jeans' pocket. "Right now – we gotta bring Huey back to this gang. So tell er'body to meet up tonight, cuz we're gettin' him, one way or another."
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"Euh – Cindy, are you okay?"
Jazmine was getting really worried for her friend. For the past hour, the blondette wouldn't stop cursing under her breath. She only cursed (well – she cursed all the time, but you get what I meant) when there was something in her mind that troubled her – and that wasn't a very good sign. Cindy wasn't the type to waste her time thinking over stuff. She'd just shrug, let go of the subject (more like beat the living bijeegers out of the person) and move on to something else. So this was awfully troublesome.
"Jazz," she softly called, after minutes of murmuring a long trail of curses, "Just continue followin' me, kay?"
Unable to press on the issue, Jazmine simply nodded in obedience and resumed walking by her pal's side, through the crowded downtown streets of Maryland. A strong gust of wind blew throughout the busy Maryland, building up a cool temperature. Just from feeling the wind's cool breeze, you could tell summer was near. But that wasn't the main reason as to why these two girls were currently outside. Miraculously, Cindy agreed to come along with Jazmine to the Gigolo Club.
Confusion juggling her thoughts, Jazmine chirped, "Cindy…why did you all of a sudden accept to tag along?" That question certainly gained Cindy's attention, but she continued walking to the destination, at the same time, listened to the innocent lamb. "I mean – when I invited you, you barged in my room and got mad about it. What changed your mind at the last minute?"
Cindy wasn't the type to change her mind at the last minute – and Jazmine knew that. After all, they've been friends for more than 7 years. And McPhearsons were quite known for their inhuman stubbornness. The ginger inwardly thought the blonde finally wanted to join in the fun – but immediately shook that thought out. That wouldn't be Cindy. Yeah, the girl was a real party rocker – but she was also very protective when it came to Jazmine and parties…
For what felt like an eternity, Cindy finally answered, "Hm – I wanted to talk to a certain stupid muthafuck-"
Jazmine innocently interrupted the Caucasian with a knowing finger-point. "Hey – no swearing!"
Cindy immediately changed her sentence, "– I mean to a certain stupid mutha-beeper, who's also in the party."
At Cindy's answer, Jazmine blinked owlishly, unaware that Cindy knew people from outside of school. Don't get her wrong, she already knew that her best-friend can socialize and mingle with other people, but she didn't think she had time to have friends elsewhere – with the way she'd constantly place her full attention upon Jazz, playing, as usual, the big sister, among the two.
"Oh – I didn't know you knew people from outside of school," Jazmine mentioned, as they've almost reached their destination.
Determination soon flashed in Cindy's eyes, building up a gloomy-like visage. "You no nothin 'bout me girl…"
Jazmine had totally missed that comment, as she was too busy, naively imagining how being at the Gigolo Club would look and feel like.
Judging from the number of results she had found on the word Gigolo, there'd probably be a lot of half-naked dudes nonchalantly walking around the M-rated establishment. Wouldn't they get cold – just standing out in the opening, with almost nothing? And are they even allowed to do that? Yeah, it may be legal to be doing such a thing, given that they're adults over 21 – but won't their parents, or worse, Sauta Claus, get mad at them?
And what about Huey and Riley? What the heck were they even doing in that type of environment? Those boys didn't seem at all the type to be participating in – that type of event. Just imagining them in gigolo attires awkwardly reddens her face in crimson. She could use this rare opportunity to get a sight of Huey's private life.
He couldn't be all that scary and mean. Jazmine religiously believed that he's kind-hearted. He did save her earlier, from those goons!
Cheeks blushed heavily; Jazmine closed her eyes, attempting to replay the memory in her head. But she still couldn't understand why he had told her to never approach his car…
Flashback – 6-7 hours ago…
"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 type of glare that shouldn't be taken as a 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?"
End of Flashback –
She still didn't understand why he acted like that to her. What was so important about that car? What kind of value did it hold?
Suddenly, Jazmine's thinking bubble burst from Cindy's constant finger-snaps, which had been sounding now, for more than a minute. "Huh?" Jazmine spoke, confusion written all over her cute little face. "Sorry – kinda zoned out for a minute there."
Cindy's attention was elsewhere, to be more precise, on the building that stood before the two girls. "We're here," she announced casually, not surprised by the building's condition. "This is your supposed Gigolo Club."
Jazmine looked up at the building – surprised by its' physique.
At this point, her body couldn't do any other movement, other than just stand there upon the sidewalk. She was either confused or stunned. There - was nothing special about the medium-sized establishment. It was just plainly made of red bricks and strangely held a big 'Mr. Moto Shop' sign. Was this supposed to be a club, it looked far from it. From reading so many cliché T-rated books (behind her parents back of course), she assumed there'd be some dazzling pizzazz, as in: big illuminating signs, loud music blasting from the building, a big line of people, and all that other type of things.
"Euh - Cindy, is this really a club?" Jazmine asked, scratching her scalp in confusion.
"Ha! This is your supposed Gigolo Club," Cindy answered, grabbing the shocked Jazmine and pulling her along the building's entrance. "The little bastard lied about it."
Jazmine narrowed her eyebrows in disappointment. "Aw, why did Riley lie?"
Cindy simply rolled her eyes, wisely choosing to not answer that question, and continued pulling the clueless female along. The blondette knew the bastard lied to Jazmine about working in a Gigolo club and tricked her into coming here anyway. It was her abnormal innocence that had caught his attention and gave him the idea to do it. She knew the idiot too well. Cindy was so going to have a very long chat with Riley - that was for sure.
Finally reaching the entrance of Mr. Moto Shop, Cindy brutally kicked the door open and shamelessly waked inside with Jazmine. "Where's that bastard ?!" she screamed inside, calling for Riley. "I'm gonna beat his black ass!"
Jazmine simply blinked, inhaling the place's attributes.
Yeah, this really wasn't a club at all - but the place looked more like a garage, with the way tool boxes and motorcycles occupied the majority of space. And plus, most of the workers there wore grey looking suit that kept oil from staining their clothes. Looking elsewhere in the room, something - more like someone - caught Jazmine's eye...Huey. Huey, along his friends, were looking at the girls, questioning their sudden appearance in this location.
"Huey?!" Jazmine chirped in surprise, her face immediately blushing red crimson. Her eyes suddenly fell on his Black Dragon tattoo, which dominated most of his right arm. For some unknown reason, this girl could tell that the design held a lot history about his previous gang occupation.
Noticing her stare upon his right arm, Huey immediately stood up and slowly walked towards Jazmine. "I told you to not interfere with us."
Jazmine stepped back, feeling her back hitting the wall. The way he was staring at her intensively - as if he could currently look in her soul, and see that she was in mixture of fear and astonishment.
This man who saved her previously from the goons - couldn't be a bad guy. Despite his scary physique, she knew that behind those pair of heartless red-wine orbs, he was a good, smart person. But how the heck did he get involved with crimes and violence?
Questions after questions drowned her mind as she could feel her heart beating to a faster pace - from the fact that Huey was now standing close to her, both of his hands on the wall to keep her from moving away.
"You just love seeking trouble," the ex-gangster murmured as he descended his mouth by Jazmine's ear. "Leave now."
Jazmine blushed, feeling his breath tickling the crook of her neck. God, if this keeps up, her heart might just explode. "W-why were you and your brother in a gang?!" she innocently chirped a question – curse her habit of uttering random things. "I saw the way you handled that Math exam with ease. You're intelligent - so you should know to not be in t-that type of environment."
All of a sudden, Huey laughed heartily, his guffaws echoing throughout the quiet tensed room. "Are you kidding me, what kind of question was that?"
Jazmine confusingly blinked, which made the ex-gangster haltingly quiet down his laugh. "Oh…you were serious," he sighed before explaining. "What? You thought we chose to be in one?! Unlike you preppy rich folks, we had no choice. We had no money; we had no place to live, we had no family. We had to survive in the streets – by doing illegal activities. We were all alone – fighting others just to see another day."
No one in the room dared to speak, as their eyes were focused upon the scene. Jazmine was speechless. She was too stuck in her own world, which made her unable to realize that, there were people out there who just weren't lucky. Like, she'd be under the roof of her parents, calmly eating while, others had to suffer greatly to eat and sleep in the cold, dangerous streets. She'd use the internet to watch a couple of innocent shows, as kids would be forced to watch their loved ones, hell even their mother, get raped by a couple of goons.
After minutes of silence, Jazmine found the courage to speak up. "But, it's impossible. No one's alone in the world," she hung her head low.
Huey lifted Jazmine's chin. "Look at me when I'm talking," he exclaimed half coolly and half darkly.
As though she casted in a spell, Jazmine did as she was told and looked deep through his eyes.
Honestly, Huey wanted to start over in life with his brother, in order to even have a future. But how could they do so, if this kid kept barging in where he went. He knew this kid was interested in him, including his private life, his way of interacting, everything – but if he was still in the gang, would she be so willing to follow him? Would she be willing to be by his side and watch him perform such bloody massacre? This kid knew nothing of what goes on out there, in the real world.
Tsk – I bet Mariah Carey doesn't know what this wannabe does in the streets to pay the bills, Huey thought as he took a minute to glance at Cindy, who was not far from Jazmine.
Huey darkly scoffed, rolling his eyes to the girl's delusional opinion. "Now – answer my question Mariah Carey; if I was still in the gang, would you be willing to stand by my side and watch me kill people? After witnessing me shoot a bullet through an innocent person's heart, would you still see me as person? Not a monster who just stole someone else's soul for nothing but for– what? A couple of bucks?" he straightforwardly asked, his dark irises piercing through the girl's green ones.
Yes, Jazmine understood what Huey was trying to say, but he was still a human being. Call her foolish if you want, but she still sees him as a human being with potential. "Y-yes," she hesitantly said, skittishly nodding her head. She was still not used to being yelled at by Huey – especially with him invading her personal space.
Once again, Huey let out a scoff. This girl needed to know that this wasn't a fairy-tale where good always prevailed. On the contrary, it was evil that prevails. This kid was too dense and innocent. "Tsk – I'm sorry for you to hear this, but your innocence and density will get you killed one day."
Jazmine's eyes widened – not because of what Huey had said, but because, right after he had said those cold words to her, Cindy walked up to Huey and did something that made everyone in the room drop their jaw. The blondette slapped Huey across the face. The sound of the harsh skin contact infinitely echoed throughout the garage.
"Nigga, that's enough. We just came here to speak with yo dumb-ass brotha!" Cindy fearlessly barked, not caring if she was going to get it now or later. "Innocent or dense, there's no way in hell that you're gonna disrespect my girl like dat," she huffed and puffed, her face red from screaming.
Softly rubbing the spot where Cindy had slapped, Huey narrowed his eyes. "…It's the damn truth," he spat.
Cindy just grabbed Jazmine by the hand and dragged her along to take a left, in a long hallway that'll lead them in another room. "Fuck you Huey," she cursed out loud for the boy to hear, holding up a middle finger in the air.
Even though they were finally far from him, he could still hear his low comment. "No…you already did that job for me."
Letting that little comeback slide, Cindy resumed walking towards the door that was located at the far end of the hallway, with Jazmine by her side, tightly holding her hand.
Unfortunately, what Huey had previously said was true. Well, not the fuck-you comment, which actually happened, but the one of Jazmine's density and innocence. If she stepped a foot out in the street, she'd get killed right on the spot. But she couldn't blame her. It wasn't Jazmine's fault that she was like this. She just grew up with strict, good morals in a safe no-danger zone that led her into this type of mentality. The Afro-Samurai nigga didn't need to bitch like dat to her, especially in front of his gang friends (who're also ex-gang members) back there.
"Cindy."
Jazmine pulled Cindy out of her pool of thoughts. "...Yeah Jazz?"
"I'm s-sorry for being so bothersome to you," Jazmine squeaked an apology as she descended her head in shame. "I guess Huey's right, one day, my innocence and density will get me kil- ow!" she hissed in mild pain, massaging the back of her head, where her gal had hit her.
"Look Imma be straight wit' chu, yes your innocence always leads you into trouble. But, I will always be by your side to kick nigga's ass and get you out of it. So don't ever say that you're gonna die, ight? My duty is to protect yo ass," she sisterly ruffled Jazmine's hair, shaking her puff-balls. "You's like a little sister to me."
Jazmine was touched, by her words. At that moment, she knew she was blessed to have Cindy as her best-friend. The kinky-haired wouldn't be surprised if Cindy was her guardian angel. "T-thank you Cindy, you're like a big sister to me," she sincerely grinned, trying as hard as she could to keep the tears of joy from leaking.
From all the talking, the girls failed to notice that they've already reached the end of the hallway, now standing in front of the door. While Jazmine was in her bubble world, imagining her and Cindy running through the lavender field, Cindy could hear faint moans of pleasure emitting from the other side of the door.
Oh…that nasty nigga gonna get it now, the McPhearson thought as she cracked her knuckles and placed her digits firmly on the doorknob. Before turning it clockwise, Cindy waved her other free hand in dismissal. "Jazz – you don't need to come inside with me. I'll handle this myself. Just wait here."
Without letting the girl say anything, Cindy immediately walked inside the room and slammed the door shut, in Jazmine's face. Just when Jazmine was asking what Cindy was going to say to Riley, colorful words from the other side of the door made the little lamb gawk.
"Oh hell na! Yo ass betta not even think of pounding dat hoe's ass with me in dis stank-ass room! "
"Cindy – da fuck you doin in here?!"
"Riley, there ain't no time fo questions. But you betta get that big shaft of yours out of her ass and tell me WHY YOU INVITED JAZMINE HERE AND LIED TO HER 'BOUT A GIGOLO CLUB!"
"…No, I didn't"
"OH HELL NAH…YOU DIDN'T JUST LIE TO MY GODDAMN FACE BOY! YOU KNOW WHAT, IMMA JUST–"
"Cindy, what are you doing with my belt – OH-UH!"
Cries of agony and curses were heard from the other side of the door, leaving Jazmine speechless.
Did this lamb ever tell you that Cindy's got one heck of a potty mouth?
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"Man, Huey what you said back there was cold."
Huey simply shrugged, careless of what his friends thought, and resumed putting his tools back in the tool compartment. Right after Jazmine and Cindy had left to another room, many guys resumed to their previous activities, but they couldn't help but wonder what the deal was with them barging in the garage like that and causing brouhaha. Then, out of nowhere, they started a conversation on their attractive physique.
"But I gotta admit – dem girls are fine as hell!" one of his friends commented, as others hummed in agreement.
"Did you see the mixed chick? She got dat Beyonce look."
"Yeah, but the white chick is de-li-cious. Hm-mm-mmmmm! " another ex-gangster commented, "she may be white – but she got the booty of a black girl. Lemme tell ya dat!"
"Fuck that, I wouldn't mind fucking both of 'em in my bed!"
Series of chuckles erupted from the group. Huey rolled his eyes to their immature conversation – instead of talking about nonsense, they should focus on finishing off their task. It was the garage's time to close and the guys were currently cleaning up the place. This place was where Huey and Riley worked, in order to pay off the house bills and all. They gotta admit, living in this neighborhood – was hell expensive. They should consider themselves lucky that their house was bought long time ago by their grandfather, or else they would've been broke since their first day in Woodcrest.
Just when the rest of the guys finally calmed down, Huey picked up two garbage bags and casually walked out of the garage, now outside with the moon situated on the dark sky. Just when he was about to climb down the concrete steps, something caught his attention. Not too far from where the ex-gangster was, there stood Dewey Johnson in a flesh, grinning smugly with his two goons by his side.
"Long time no see Black Dragon," said Dewey, throwing his cigar on the ground and stepping on its' bud with the heel of his shoe. "Ya betta' cooperate now…"
Huey cursed under his breath. What could his old boss possibly want now? It looks like his peaceful stay here in Woodcrest, might just get ugly. This was just like Chicago… all over again.
A/N: And no, this ain't an action fic, just saying. I've already done one…and that's enough x)!
So, I haven't written a chapter of anything for a long time, so I hope I haven't lost my magic touch lol. And since I took forever updating Opposites Attract, I've decided to make this installment + 8 OOO words long for yall. Now, you're probably gonna be reviewing questions like; why is Huey mean to Jazmine? But remember this; they're completely different persons living in different worlds with completely different moralities. Thus, this fic is called Opposites Attract.
And before I big a bye, let me just give yall some shout-outs ^-^! I've decided to write them at the end of the chapter. I don't know, I find it much easier like that. Here goes;
Sergeant Peace: Yes I'm glad that you like this story and gave it a chance :) Thanks for the love!
AnjeezyReezy: Forreal :D!?Aww- thanks girl ^-^! It makes me so happy that you diggin this fic lol! I thought that some of y'all might quit readin' it due to Jazmine's abnormal innocence! Anyway, here's another update chica :D! Thanks for the major love :')!
Hurry Up: Boo- you hoe.
Raftterr654: My bad :o! It's because I've been so busy lately with school and such, and writer's block didn't help the situation. But, I've succeeded writing a successful chapter for y'all ;) Thanks for taking your time reviewing :D!
Tabbykatroses: Ahahah, xD! A friend of mine said the exact same thing, when she read the last chapter :P! I'm so sorry if you're not feeling her innocence :') I will try to tone it down, ight ;)?And thanks for taking your time reviewing :P!
Gordonboy14: What, up amigo :)? Been a while, man! How you doing? And yeeeees ^-^! I'm so happy that you like this fic and gave it a chance :D! Thanks for the major love :D!
Mhgvsy234: Hah, thanks :D! And another thanks for giving this fic a chance :D! Here's another update ;)!
ShellieB: Ahah x) I know, I know, Jazmine's innocence ain't normal :P! But all I could say, is that's how she rolls…well for the moment lol. But along the way of knowing Huey in this fic, she'll learn on that life ain't all about rainbows and pony. Trust me, someone will teach her a lesson about that :D! And about the Gigolo thing, huum, you'll see with this chapter xD!
Julie-the-one: Hahah, I'm glad that you're lovin the upcoming Cops project :) It'll still come – but first, I gotta finish my fics before moving to new projects -.- (sweatdrop) So, I will try my best to update more often to get to that project ;D! And thanks for the major support and love ;D! Heehee ^-^!
Ichigo1305: Ahah, I guess that's how Riley rolls in this fic. He mean as heelllll :O! Thanks for the love :D! And here's an update :P!
Alberlinjonesxoxo: Riley is – unique, ain't he xD?! And trust me, once these girls go, something cray cray might just happen :P! And, oh? You can't wait for the next update :D! Well you, oh lucky one, got your wish :D! Here's the new installment of Opposites Attract :D!
Again, thanks for the major love ^-^! Your support gave me the strength to write this up :D! In total, I wrote this for 4-5 hours, but it was totally worth it :D! (and besides, I had nothing to do today so lol…)
Now, I gotta get going and write a chapter for Rich School A.P. See yall later :D!