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

14) You Like Me Or Nah?

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"So my rooms just upstairs..." Andrew says as he walks to the staircase, Jazmine stops him. "No. Can we do this downstairs? In the living room maybe?"

He seems hesitant for a moment, perhaps mad. He shrugs it off. "Sure." He leads her to his living room where they sit down on the u-shaped couch. He and Jazmine pull out their books and place them on the coffee table. "Okay," Jazmine says as she pulls a curl behind her ear. "Let's work. So where you stuck on?"

*****

It takes a long while, but after school Caesar finds Ming walking in the parking lot to her car. He follows her. He didn't know what ever the hell happened between her and his best friend, but he knew that whatever the hell it was, it was serious. "Ming!"

Ming turns around, so tensed that you can tell by her pout and mad expression. She seems to calm down seeing its just the boy who hit on her earlier. "Hello, Caesar."

"You okay?" Caesar asks after reaching her.

She feels her chest heaving hard, but suppresses her anger after picturing the memory. "I am fine."

"Damn girl, the hell happened with you and Huey?" Caesar asks, now walking with her.

"I do not feel like talking about it...but I will tell you, eventually," Ming responds as they reach her car.

"If you say so..." They look at each other for a moment and Ming looks away. Caesar takes the short time to admire her long jet black hair pulled back by a headband and brown eyes, like his. He clears his throat. "So...I'll see you tomorrow."

Ming smiles. "See you..."

Caesar begins to walk away.

"Wait..." He turns around. Caesar pulls out a pen from out her jean pocket and writes a number on her hand. "Call me. Alright?"

Caesar feels his common smirk form on his face. "Definitely." They both exchange grins before Ming opens her door and sits in the car. She waves at him before switching on her engine and driving away.

Caesar looks down at his hand the whole time he walks to his own car, reading the number in his head over and over again.

He licks his lips.

*****

Riley had gotten detention for an hour after school for that 'stunt' he pulled earlier. He sits in the front along with other rebels, all facing the teacher who was put to watch them. He taps his foot rapidly as he glances at the clock above the door, so much that he loses count. He didn't want to go home.

He just wanted to get the hell outta there.

Other female trouble makers eye him, lust in there eyes. He makes eye contact with one and winks just to entertain himself. She blushes and looks away.

"Mr Freeman," the teacher says sternly, seeing him 'play' flirt.

He just glares at her before biting the end of his pen. He glances at the clock. "Its only been five minutes?!" he exclaims after seeing the time probably.

"Quiet Mr Freeman!" The teacher scolds. "Its an hour!"

Riley gapes at her a few seconds then shoots up from his chair, pushing yhe chair back on the floor. "Naw! I got betta thangs ta do then this shit!"

"Riley!" The teacher shoots up as well, hitting the desk with her fists. "Sit! Down!"

"Go such dick!" Everyone gasps as Riley carelessly walks to the door, kicks it open and storms out.