Dating The Freemans

Part 4

Jazmine's Pov.

After school, me and Huey decided to come over to my place to start our project. We sit on my bed with our books open on blank pages. I tap my pen on my cheek continously and bite my lip.

"Any ideas?" I ask.

"I was thinking of Malcolm X," Huey suggests.

"Umm...he fought for the rights of blacks, right?" I ask uncertainty. I don't want to seem stupid around Huey.

He half grins. "So you are part black."

I grin back. "I wonder what your talking about. Whites know that, too."

"Don't argue. Your also part white."

I open my mouth to object, but I end up not saying anything. I have no comeback.

"So what else do you know about Malcolm X?" He asks.

"He was prisoned on Robin Island?" I guess.

"That's Nelson Mandela actually..." he sighs at my ignorance. "We've got a lot of work to do."

Huey's Pov.

Since Jazmine isn't completely familiar with black history. I sent her over to the internet cafe to find pictures for extra marks while I write down the facts from memory.

I'm aware of all black heros. Nelson Mandela. Martin Luther king. Malcolm X. Mahtma Ghuandhi. Whoever else you can think of.

My life purpose is to make blacks heard. Yes; I am a domestic terrorist. Yes; I might get arrested. No; I don't care. I haven't stopped...yet. I know what I'm risking. Jazmine knows I'm a terrorist, she could get harmed, too, but she stays with me anyway.

I wish I knew what she saw in me.

I've been told that I'm good looking, I don't see it though. A guy doesn't care about that stuff usually. If your ugly, your ugly. If your handsome, your handsome. Does it really matter?

I'll be honest, as we grew Jazmine got more and more attractive. She's also oblivious to her looks, which makes her even cuter. These days she only complains about how wild her hair is, she can straighten it if she wants to, problem is that would forever. She's only ever done it once, that was when I noticed how long her hair really was. It reached her butt.

I shake my head. Am I seriously thinking of that?

I continue writing and get lost in my thoughts again...

I'm aware Jazmine wants to have sex. She told me. Literally. We were two months into our relationship.

Flashback

Me and Jazmine were just sitting on the couch watching tv, ok I was. Cindy and Riley were gone and Granddad was asleep.

"Huey, I'm bored," she told me.

"I can tell," I said.

"Don't you wanna stop watching TV?" She asked.

"And do what?" I asked back.

Instead of answering, she just switched off the TV and turned her body to me. In her eyes were lust. That wasn't the same innocent mulatto girl I grew up with.

"Let's do it. Right here. Right now," she said sternly.

I snatched the remote and switched the TV back on. "I've got a better idea. Let's not."

She sighed heavily. "Huey. Cindy and Riley-"

"Cindy and Riley are hormonal little gangsters. To be honest with you, I don't think they really even care for each other, they just satisfy each other's...needs, if you know what I mean," I interrupted. "Don't tell them I said that by the way...and please don't compare them to us."

She folded her arms. "Do you even have hormones?"

"Everyone has hormones, Jazmine."

"Don't I turn you on?"

"Sometimes."

"How come you dont do anything about it?"

"Because we'll both regret it."

She sighed. "Your the weirdest teenage boy ever."

"There's a reason I'm like this."

"I know. I'm sorry," she put her hand on my arm. "I'll wait forever if I have to."

I pulled her close. "Thanks."

With that, we went back to watching TV.

Present

I shake my head again. After that, I was surprised by how long she tolerated me.

She must be going crazy.