Dating The Freemans 2

Part 7

<--- That picture will make a little sense later in the chapter.

Jazmine's Pov.

"Ciiiiiinndyyy!!!" I wrap my best friend in a tight hug.

"Aye Jazzy! You look good." Cindy tells me.

"You too."

After all these years, Cindys still got that gangster image. Her hairs tied in two long braids, just the way she likes it, and she wears blue baggy jeans and a black t-shirt twice her size with a gold chain.

She looks tough. Unbeatable. Strong. Independent.

When we FINALLY break apart, I move to Caesar.

"Yo Jazzy," he says in a deep voice.

"Cae Cae!" Caesar pulls me into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around me. How come everyone is so fit?? Hes still got those dreads, longer though, that sexy jamaican accent and his street swag, like Riley's.

We pull apart and I hug Riley, I already saw him but I thought it'be pretty awkward to just leave him out.

We all sit down at a booth in King Burger, the last place we ate together as a group before Huey and I left for college.

"Damn Jazz, you look sex-" he catches himself after glancing at Huey and clears his throat. "Good, I mean."

"Thanks Cae Cae!" I say. "Your not so bad looking yourself..."

"Hows college?" Riley asks.

"Well, so far I've aced my-"

"Naw. I meant the bitches," Riley interrupts.

Caesar laughs and they fist bump.

I cross my arms over my chest. "So you just want to know about the girls?"

"Jazzy, if they half as good lookin as you I'm vying there!" Caesar says.

"Aw. Thanks guys."

Huey sighs. "Don't encourage these perverts, Jazmine."

Caesar just shrugs, not very insulted and bites into his burger.

"So Jazz," Cindy says. "Since you gonna be here for such a short amount of time, I planned tons of stuff."

Riley glances at his girlfriend, as if surprised that she actually plans.

"We can go show our stuff at the beach, go to the mall like we used to, go out clubbin...y'know like old times."

I smile.

"I ain't showin mah stuff nowhere," Riley says.

Cindy glares at him. "Nigga I ain't even talkin to you!" She says.

"Oh I see," Riley responds. "You wanna hog Jazzy all to yo self."

"Aye. If anyone does hog Jazmine, its gonna be me," Huey puts an arm around me.

"Guys!" I throw my hands in the air. "I'm gonna spend my time with each and every one of you. No matter how annoying..." I look at Riley.

"Or loud," I look at Cindy.

"Or grumpy," I look at Huey.

"Or...jamaican you can be," I look at Caesar.

Everyone eyes me then shrugs, ignoring my insults, except for Caesar who noticed that I had nothing bad to say about him.

We sit there talking the whole of lunch. Eventually, and reluctantly, we depart. Huey takes me home in his black Aston Martin. (I asked how he afforded this, but he dodged my question) promise him I'll visit again soon.

I greet my dad, who seems a little upset that I didn't see him the night before, but ignoring that, I guess hes aight.

I lie down on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I let out a sigh. Its been so good seeing everyone.

The sexy karate dude with the afro.

The gangster street dude with cornrows.

The tough white ghetto.

The jamaican dude with the dreads.

...especially the sexy karate dude with the afro. I hug my pillow and shut my eyes. I've really missed my cranky, boring, stubborn ass boyfriend. Theres always that soft spot-everyone has a soft spot, you just gotta find it.

It took me seven years to have him. I almost gave up, I still don't know what was holding him back though. I'm basically an emotional creature, so I was obviously all over him. I wanted him, I told him that, but he kept holding back.

I nearly agreed with Riley, that that nigga was gay.

Then he finally gave himself to me, his trust, his body, his love.

And the way he moves in bed...MY GOD! Hes a different person, hes an animal! Just thinking of him, I get that tingly feeling down there. I laugh at myself and kick my legs in the air.

I am such a dirty girl.

I'm his dirty girl.