Rebel

Chapter 1

Short A/N: I'm might suck at this but I tried.

Huey's POV

  I walk down the stairs to hear Grandad and Riley fighting once again. "Nigga yo serious. I ain't goin' to dat preppy ass white school.", Riley yelled across the kitchen.

  I walked past them walking into the kitchen grabbing eggs off the stove. I sit down and start eating. I grab the newspaper from off the middle and start reading. They fight back and forth in till Grandad decides that's it.

  "Boy, shut ya ass up and stop that cussin'. You and Hueys asses are going no matter if you like it.", he says sitting down in a chair at the table.

  "No body what to go to dat gay ass school not even Mchater.", Riley yells pointing at me.

  "I don't care if ya don't wanna go. You're gonna go to Wuncler Academy no matta what.", He says grabbing the newspaper out of my hands.

  "Hey, I was reading that.", I scowl. "Boy who bought dis house. Who puts food on da table. Who let y'all ungrateful asses live in dis house.", he says.

"You actually bought this house with our parents-." "Shut ya smart ass mouth up." Grandad says interrupting me.

"Y'all niggas need ta go to the store. Y'all starting school this Monday.", He says opening the newspaper.

  "But school starts next Tuesday.", I say to him. "Na, the one you're goin' to starts this Monday.", Grandad gets up to pick up the ringing phone.

  "Mchater dat nigga makin' us go to wunclers academy. Man this shit gay.", he say slumping into the couch.

  "Huey get ya black ass over here. The cutie pie from across the street on the phone.", he says handing me the phone.

  I frown while taking the phone from his hand. "Jazmine, what do you want." I ask her.

  "Geez, don't be such a grumpy pants. I'm just asking did you get the letter for Wuncler Academy too!", she says full of excitement.

"Yes. Me and Riley also got the letters accepting us to the white man's school.", I say disagreeing not wanting to go.

  "Don't be such a downer it gonna be fun.", She says trying to assure me which fails horribly.

  "Jazmine, going to a school where they suck the money from the poor mans pocket. It's going to be fun at all.", I sigh knowing she wouldn't understand.

"Why would they even want us at their school.", she asks dumbfounded not getting the reason.

"Jazmine, don't you understand they only accepted us to not seem racist since the student and teachers there are all white.", I tell her.

"Oh, I didn't know that.", she says cluelessly. 'Of course you didn't know that.' I think not wanting to deal with a crying Jazmine this early in the morning.

  "Can I come over for a while. They went out on a couples thing for a few days and left me by myself.", she said in a begging voice.

  "Fine.", I said coldly. She said a few more things that I tuned out. She finally said bye and hung up. I ate the rest of my breakfast and headed up stairs.

  I grabbed my book The Biography of Martin Luther King Jr. off my night stand and started reading. I was in the middle of the sixth chapter when my door open and Jazmine jumped on me.

  I looked up centimeters away from her lips. Her cheeks went red but she didn't move her face away. I smirked. I cupped her cheek with my hand. "What a pretty color of red." I told her.

  She quickly snapped out of her trance like state and stood up. "Hey Huey can we do something fun?," she said acting like nothing happened.

"Like what.", I told her even though I'm probably going to say no to everything she says.

  "We could go to the mall.", she said hopefully.

  "No.", I told her trying to avoid looking at her. Whenever I tell her no she always make this pouting face that I can't say no to.

  She gets all in my face knowing how I'll react when seeing her. I looked at her seeing her pout. When I didn't say anything her eyes started to glisten. If I didn't tell her yes she'd bust out crying.

  "Fine. Fine. We can go to the mall.", I said getting up and picking up my book putting it on the night stand.

  "Yay! But I need to head home first for new clothes.", she said pointing to her pick frilly pajamas.

  "No, you don't. You always leave a bunch over here every time you come over.", I tell her opening my bottom drawer that's full of Jazmine's clothes.

  She nods and I turn around and walk out the door. I walk down the stairs to see Cindy and Riley playing Gta. "You fucking cheating ass bitch.", Riley says to a laughing Cindy.

  "Na, you jus suck ass at dis game.", she says laughing in face.

  She turns around to see me. "Hey nigga.", she says. "Cindy." I say in my normal tone of voice.

  "Really ya got ta go usin' ma government name.", she says complaining that I didn't call her one of her various nicknames.

  I shrug it out and head back into the kitchen. "Hey Huey ya get it in.", he says laughing with Cindy. I raise my eyebrow up in confinement.

  " Aye how did Mariah's ass feel.", he say falling to the ground. I pick up the closet thing to me and throw it at him. It turned out to be an apple. He's lucky it wasn't a knife.

  Jazmine runs down the stairs as Riley starts complaining about me always hitting him and not anyone else. I put my shoes on and me and Jazmine head out the door. Hearing the voices of a cussing Riley and a laughing Cindy telling he sucks at video games.

  I unlock my car and open the door for Jazmine. I walk over to my side and get in starting the car. I start driving as Jazmine puts her head out the window smiling looking satisfied.