Boondocks: The Hood Edition

A Familiar Face

Riley's POV~

"No! I already told you Ion get dis shit." I yell, tryna to calm myself down before I snap on this mulatto, fake ass Mariah Carey lookin ass hoe trying to tutor me.

"That's because you're not trying to understand it. If you would just let me help you--"

"Get in dem jeans," I interrupt, grinning. She scrunches her face up and folds her arms across her chest, acting all like she don't want me then takes a deep breathe.

I used to hate Jazmine. She used to be hella annoying and on a niggas dick all the time when I was eight but now that she 14, she not that much annoying anymore and she fine as hell. When I was ten, she suddenly stopped coming around and we don't speak to her often, or really at all. Also, I didn't notice how fine she got over the years until her teacher assigned her to tutor me just this week.

"Look, I was only assigned to tutor you for extra credit but forget it. I don't need it that bad." She stands from the library table.

"Wait," I grab her wrist. "I'm..sorry Jazmine..will you please help me?" I plead, trying to get her to sit back down. I really just wanna get in her jeans cause she fine as hell for her age unlike all them other bitches that still wear training bras in my grade and at my school. If Tom's bitch ass wasn't so protective over her, I would've been gave her this work. I don't know if he still the same or if they still even live across the street from me anymore. I'm guessing they do.

She looked at me for a second like she was thinking about it then reluctantly sat back down. "Fine.." she sighs. I smile. "I'll tutor you but first off, you're gonna stop calling me Mariah because that is not my name, it's Jazmine and you know that, secondly, you're going to actually have to try to do the work if you want your grades to go up, and quit flirting with me. I'm 14 and you're 12...it's..weird."

I rub my hands together then lick my lips at her. "Dats a lot of expectations Jazmine. Ion know bout that last one especially but I'll see what I can do fa ya." I smile.

She rolls her eyes then looks at the incoming call on her phone. I watch as she sighs then answers it.

"What?...no I already told you...sooo...remember last time I did it...ok fine but this is the last time I'll do your homework and you better pay up this time..ok bye." She mumbles with a little bit of attitude then hangs up. She's so easy.

People always telling her to do their homework for money but in the end, most of them don't pay up and she gets fucked over which I think is all her fault anyways. She needs to stand up for herself and tell them lazy mothafuckas to do their own shit. Myself not included.

I leaned back in my seat staring at her. She looks at me. "What?" She asks in an irritated tone, pressing her rosy lips together. "You jus look so much like dat hoe Mariah Carey...it's crazy, honestly." I respond, snickering to myself. I couldn't help it. She's the spitting image.

She blankly stares at me before grabbing all her things and standing up. Dammit.

I stand up too. "I was just playin'. Give me another chance." I plead following her as she walks away. She hesitatingly gave me the middle finger, being the good girl she is then opened the library door. She such a goody two shoes. "I wish!" I yell as she walked out. I watched as the door shut behind her.

Life like this was normal round here. I'd have at least 2 to 3 tutors in one week. Jazmine was my...I think third one so far this week even though it's still the beginning of the school year. We have four more days until next Monday. Hopefully, I can keep her for more than a week cause she fine as hell now and I barely get to talk to her because of that big headed ass loser she calls a father. Right now it's lunch time and I'm hungry than a motherfucka.