( Boondocks Fanfic ) The Party

Chapter 1! ☆

It was a serene day at school. Everyone was to themselves and quite frankly, Huey was enjoying it. That was short lived by the time free period came around.

The loud thunderous bell immediately caused the hallways to jumble back up as everyone tried getting to their destinations. Huey groaned as he pushed through the mess. As he finally got out of that fiasco and stepped outside, he surprisingly was the very first person at the table. Since everyone had free period together we all had our signature table. Their table was usually the last one outside.

About 5 minutes later, Huey looked up as he saw Cindy and Riley dashing towards the table. He also saw jazmine taking her time behind them.

As everyone placed their seats at the table, He saw Riley panting with his out of shape ass, Cindy panting harder with her out of shape ass, but Jazmine..Jazmine caught Huey's eye the most. He wasnt used to Jasmine's straight golden hair. It was pretty, but it angered him that she didn't appreciate her beautiful luscious spring-like pattern and curls.

Jazmine caught him glancing a few times, she knew exactly why. She chuckled at the fact and focused back on the conversation at hand.

"Alright yall! C-murph with the party ideas!" Cindy announced, slamming her notebook on the table. Huey rolled his eyes.

Riley analyzed it, "Man! Dats dat 'ol bullshit!" Riley pointed snorted. "Shut that shit up nigga! What you know?" Cindy smirked. Riley continued,

"I know that we should have a big ass waterfall with a DJ playing some loud ass, lit music!" Riley gleamed. Cindy nodded impressed.

"Riley-"

"Shut yo' ass up McHater!"

"I got snacks, Huey you got planning-" Cindy got cut off by Huey. "Woah, woah, woah. Why can't Jazmine plan and I do music?" Huey never really quite agreed to anything his crazy friend, brother, and unacquainted wigga had to offer.

Huey narrowed his eyes, glaring at his younger brother.

"I'll do music nigga! Huey you doing decorating." Riley insisted cackling. Huey smacked the back of his head.

"Ow nigga!" Riley yelled as he held the back of his neck.

Jazmine butted in, "That doesn't sound to bad."

"So, is that a plan?" Cindy looked around as everyone nodded, except for Huey.

"Is that all?" Huey wondered. "Why not set a theme? Or a location."

"Ooh! Ooh!" Jazmine jumped up. "Why not have the theme be sneakerball!"

"Hell yea!" Riley gleamed.

"Jaz, you onto something!" Cindy hyped.
Jazmine giggled.

"Where the hell is this party goin' be at?" Riley added. "Huey, you find out! You're the one who suggested the location." Jazmine suggested, shrugging as she looked over at Huey with that same old scowl on his face.

Huey sat there, deep in thought about the location. "We can do our house. Grandad's at a funeral for one of his friends back in chicago."

"Whooo!" Everyone cheered in relief except for huey.
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As Jazmine pushed through the hallway, she finally made it to her locker, she punched her code in. She opened it and confidently looked at herself in the mirror attached to her locker and smiled.

She smiled as she brushed her hair. "Huey is just a hater." Jazmine snorted in a sarcastic tone, as she closed her locker with book in hand. Behind her locker door was Huey.

She gasped. How could I forget? Shit!
She thought as she panicked seeing that his locker was right next to hers.

"Jazmine, I'm not hating I just-" Jazmine put her finger on his lip signifying him to hush.

He removed her hand while grunting.

"You know how I feel about your hair Jazmine!" Huey had a stern look on his face as he stared deep at her.

She chuckled pinching his cheek. He squeezed his eyes together holding back a smirk. "Stop it Jazmine, I think you should be getting to class anyways." Huey suggested.

"Your right." She stated waving at him as she walked away. He knew that if he was a lighter complexion, he'd be blushing like a lil bitch.

Huey grabbed his book about The Study Of African American Culture. He walked over to his social studies class opening the door and taking a seat at his desk. He looked around spotting a girl he'd never seen before. He quickly analyzed her.

She was caramel, sort of like Jazmine. Her hair was in a big puff, she had braces, her eyes were hazel. A very pretty hazel. She was wearing a red tracksuit along with some black and red jordan 4's.

She didnt look to bad, not at all. He turned back toward his desk.

He looked out of the window and got so lost in the autumn leaves falling that he didnt even hear the teacher calling him.

"Huey!" he heard as he turned his head toward the person he called a "teacher."

"Yes?"

"Answer this question for me!"

Huey found it weird that the teacher called on him, specifically to answer a question about African American Slavery.

He narrowed his eyes as he casually answered her questions as she asked it.

"Great! Now."

He once again had taken his focus off of his teacher.

"Should I ask her?" He thought to himself.

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