Dating The Freemans 2

Part 17

Cindy's Pov.

"Mmmnnh," I grunt. My eyes open to see that I'm in a room. It isn't my room. I sit up and pull the covers up with me to cover my tits. I flinch. Ugghh. I've got a headache! I rub my temple. I look around, Riley's room. Only now I look down next to me, there's a moving lump under the cover. I reach for the cover.

"Please be Riley, please be Riley..." I slowly pull the cover up and sigh in relief when I see cornrows. What happened last night??

I shake gently Riley. He grunts and pulls the cover back over his head. "Damn bitch. Lemme sleep." I pull the cover back down again and flick him between the eyes. He sits up an instant. "Ow!"

"What happened last night?" I ask.

He makes a confused look at first, then looks around the room and gets a look of sudden realisation. "Oh. Remember after we swam, we saw this bar..." he rubs his temple. "Ok. That's all I remember."

I look on the floor to find my costume and shorts I wore the day before. I lie on my back, Riley does the same and we stare at the ceiling. "Ya'll got painkillers?" I ask.

He nods. "I think so."

I turn my head to look at Riley. My eyes lock on the short, thin scar across his cheek. I pull my hand from under the covers and run my finger along it. Riley winces a bit and my eyes get tearful.

"Hey. Its aight...you didn't do any real damage," Riley consoles.

"Oh Riley. I'm so sorry..." I turn on my side the away from him and hug my pillow. I feel the bed move. Riley presses his body against me from behind and wraps me in his strong arms.

He kisses my cheek from above. "Hey. I'm actually glad you did it."

"Wut?"

"I'll say I got this in a fight, plus, it'll make me look badass," Riley say running his fingers through my new salty smelling hair.

I manage to chuckle. "I thought yo tattoos made you look badass."

I feel him shrug. "Those too. Don't feel bad, Kay?"

I nod. "Kay."

We cuddle the rest of the morning.

Huey's Pov.

This morning I woke up before Jazmine, like always. After washing my face and hands, I went to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. From the bathroom, I hear the sound of a hair dryer. A few minutes later, Jazmine walked into the room.

"Morning, Huey," she says.

"Mor-" I pause when I look up at her. Her hair is natural again and tied in a poofy ponytail. She wears a strapless top and jeans with the word 'sexy' printed on her thigh. She looks gorgeous. "Jazmine, if this is about what I said last night-"

"You were right," she interrupts. She walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck. "I need to embrace my African heritage. Thank you for reminding me." She gives me a quick kiss. "I just have one question."

"......"

"If I was still Jazmine, you know same personality, but was...white. Would you still like me?" she asks.

That's a very good question. I sigh. "No...I mean, I don't think so," I say uncertainty.

Jazmine smiles and hugs me, resting her head on my shoulder. "Never have I felt so lucky to be half black."

I'm touched, but I don't respond. Instead I keep holding on to her. "You know, every time I wake up, your holding me, just like this."

I pull away. "Really?"

She nods. "Yeah. What do you dream about?"

"I have prophetic dreams," I tell her.

"Really? In your dreams your a prophet?" she asks.

I nod.

Jazmine runs her hand down my torso and gently pushes me against the counter. She leans her face so foward that her lips brush mine, but don't kiss. She parts her red lips slightly, only making herself more enticing.

"Huey Freeman. Prophet...I like the sound of that," she says in a sultry voice.

I pick her up by her thighs and place her on the counter. She laughs. "Huey!" I hold her thighs, wrapping her legs around my torso and she places her hands on my shoulders to keep steady.

"You like this?" I lower my voice.

"Yeah," she whispers. "I like it very much. What other tricks do you have?"

"Well..." I lean my face foward like I'll kiss her, her lips part, ready, but I stop inches from her lips.

"Aren't you gonna kiss me?" she asks.

"This is called teasing," I whisper.

"Teasing..."

"Yes, teasing...like this," my lips brush her neck, but I don't actually kiss her.

"Huey..." she breathes, her voice telling me that her skin is begging for my touch.

I let go of her and back away. Jazmine crosses her arms. "Seriously?"

I shrug at her with a grin. "Teasing. I leave you wanting more."

She frowns. "Are you gonna give me that more?"

"Nope," I take my now almost cold coffee and leave the kitchen without looking back.

"Damn you Huey!" she yells from behind me. A corner of my mouth turns up.

Ming's Pov.

"Your gonna love them," Caesar tells me as we walk down the street to the fast food place for lunch.

"I am sure I will," I say lacing my fingers with his. "If they do not mind meeting me."

"Of course not," Caesar says.

"What are their names?" I ask.

"There's Jazmine, Cindy, Riley, me and Huey-"

I freeze. "Huey? As in, Huey Freeman?"

"Yeah. Why?"

I grit my teeth. "He is the one who broke my ankle." I look down at my now healed ankle.

I won't forget, we played kickball. He threw the ball up and kicked it hard towards me, turning it into a fireball. I managed to kick the ball, shattering my ankle in the process. I should forgive my enemies though, it is in my culture after all.

I take a deep breath. Caesar waits patiently. I open my eyes and let out a sigh. "You Ok?" he asks.

I smile without force. "I am wonderful."

We stare at each other for a moment. "You still want to meet my friends?"

"Of course. Why not?"

"Your not gonna go all...karate on Huey's ass, are you?" he asks.

I laugh at his question. Some people are so ignorant. Because I'm Chinese, they just assume that I do martial arts, or karate. But I find it Ok that Caesar is one of them, I find it cute. I find him cute.

"No, Caesar. I will not go all karate on his ass." I smile.

Convinced, Caesar takes my hand and we walk on. "Whatever you say..."