The Boondocks: You Like Me Or Nah? {ON HOLD}

4) School Is Ah Mutha Fucka

*****

"Ah said. No."

"Riley-"

"Heellllllll no!"

"Riley Freeman! Every new student has to participate in this!" The teacher, Miss Diaz yells.

"Ion wanna bitch!" Riley leans back in his chair, ploping his feet on his desk.

"That's it! One week detention!"

"Say wut?? Now you cussin me fo sayin bitch?! Mutha fuc-"

"One week of suspension, Riley! Two weeks! This is your final warning!" Miss Diaz points a quivering finger at the student who just doesn't give a fuck. In all her years of teaching she had never dealt with anyone like him.

"Man fuck you and yo suspension!" Riley throws his desk over.

"That was your final warning, Riley!"

Riley snorts. "Bitch ion give ah fuck about yo suspension! Ah nigga don't wanna be here anyway. Psh! Ya'll niggas cramping mah style!"

"Ri-"

"And ya know wut?! You can suck mah-"

"Out!!!"

Riley snorts again as he walks to the door and kicks it open, the other female students watch the new hot rebel in awe. "Oh! And tell yo daughter imma be ova thar tonight!"

"You leave Natalie out of this!!!"

"Whateva! See ya'll dumbass niggas!" Riley bounces out of class and carelessly out of the school, on his way to Ed's. "Mane school ah mutha fucka anyway. Nx. Cramping mah style."

*****

After school Mindy blends in with the group as they walk around the tables where people sign up for extra curricular activities.

"Ay Huey. Where Reezy at?" Cindy asks Huey as they walk around.

"Probably getting arrested or something," Huey says not really caring, knowing wherever he is he's in trouble.

"The other class said he dissed the teacher and just stormed out!" Jazmine says shaking her head. "On the first day even!"

Caesar laughs. "That's Riley fo you! See ya'll later! Footballs callin me!" Caesar jogs over to where people sign up for football. 

"Basketballs callin me too!" Cindy bounces of to the basketball table.

Jazmine watches, tilting her head. "Isn't that one for boys?"

"Cindy doesn't like playing with the girls. They're too easy," Huey says.

"What're you gonna do?" Jazmine asks turning to Mindy.

"I...I don't know yet."

"Oh well...what sport do you play?"

"I'm not really a...sporty person. But I like chess."

"Oh. That tables over there," Jazmine points in the direction of the table where people sign up for chess, a skinny boy with glasses sits there and blows his nose, then looks at his used tissue and shoves it in his pocket. Mindy frowns in disgust. "Nevermind."

"Ooh! What about cheerleading?"

Mindy remembers her ballerina days and nods. "Okay." She walks over to the table leaving Huey and Jazmine.

Jazmine smiles. "Anything you wanna do, Huey?"

"No, I don't have time for this bullshit," Huey walks away. Jazmine grabs his strong arm with both her hands.