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

16) You Like Me Or Nah?

*****

"Wait. Wut??" Riley exclaims.

"I said," the principal says. "I'm banding you from--"

"Oh no you ain't!"

"Don't any deeper than you already are, Mr Freeman!" He scolds, slamming the desk with his fist.

Miss Diaz shakes her head. "This is exactly what I was talk--"

"Shut it fatass!"

"Mr Freeman!"

"Man fuck all of ya'll!" Riley interrupts, shooting up from his chair. "And yo gay ass homecoming! Screw it! And screw, you!"

Without tolerating any more scolding, Riley turns around and leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. "Nx. Gay ass mutha fuckas." He looks both sides with the lockers and frowns. Cindy always had his back, she'd wait for him, leaning on a locker.

He was depressed to find the opposite.

He stuffs his hands in his front pockets as he walks away, mumbling to himself. "Fuck her too."

*****

"....and I was like 'Bitch what??'"

Ming laughs. "Oh Caesar! How on earth do you come up with these jokes!"

"There real life stories, bae."

"Oh. We are on the name calling stage now?" Ming winks.

Caesar winks back. "You got that right, bae."

They continue to walk down the block in a neighbourhood not too far from Woodcrest. Ming stops a few metres from her house, and Caesar stops too. "Thank you for walking me." She smiles.

"Whoa, but your house is right there," Caesar protests.

"Yes, but...well..." Caesar bites her lip. "My grandfather might be home, and he can be a little...intimidating."

"Psh. I can handle anything that niggas got," Caesar says, throwing an arm over her shoulder.

"Okay. If you say so..." Ming leads him up to her porch and turns to him. "See you tomorrow."

"What? No good bye kiss?"

Ming giggles before leaning in. Caesar smirks before doing the same.

A door swings open and a loud, "Ech-chem." Is heard.

Caesar swallows as he looks up at the old man standing before them. His arms are crossed and he gives Caesar the worst glare he's ever seen. He has a bold spot at the top of his head, and around it is short grey hair, with old but wise dark eyes.

Ming jumps back immediately and looks down. Caesar gets a nervous feeling.

"Um. Afternoon, Grandfather," she says, slowly looking up.

He smiles. "Hello, Ming. Who's your friend?"

"I'm Caesar..." Caesar says.

He tilts his head. "Scissor?"

"Michael Caesar...actually," Caesar bites the inside of his cheek.

"Ah. Nice to meet you, Michael. You can call me Mr Long-Dou."

Caesar resists the urge to flinch at his real name, but otherwise says nothing. "Would you like to come in?"

"Uh..." Caesar looks at Ming for an answer, she just shrugs one shoulder. He looks back at the mean looking man. "Okay, but I shouldn't stay long."