(A/N) Jazmine's POV is kinda long😭 but I know you guys and gals will enjoy it;) jus a heads up.
Riley's POV~
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*Here I am, in the middle of a shootout fighting for my life. "Take that, nigga!" I yelled, throwing a bomb at the oops. My eyes widened as that shit comes flying back over here.
"Ohhh, shiittt!" I holler in slow motion, jumping out da way. It's like my ears went numb after that shit exploded. Niggas are still shooting and throwing pitch forks and shit. There's smoke everywhere, so I really can't see shit.
I looked around, lookin for a safe spot to hide at until all dis blowed over. I can't do it no more. If I spend anymore seconds out there, Imma get dead asf.
I run behind a barrel, scraping my knee in the process. "Fuck," I mumbled, holding it. My hearing came back. Everything got real quiet all of a sudden. Aw hell naw. "What the fuck.." I mumbled, peaking around the barrel. I stood up, shocked as hell.
That bitch from jack in the box, Caesar's step sister is somehow fine as hell, standing there talking to the opp as they sip tea sitting at some fancy ass table.
I look around then down at myself. Now, I'm wearing a tuxedo and I'm at some type of fancy event. I look towards the stage as someone taps on a microphone, gaining peoples attention. My eyes widened as I stared at the person standing there in a wedding dress.
It's the girl with blonde braids I remember seeing somewhere. She looks familiar as fuck. "Wassup bitches! As you know, me and my fine ass hubby," she points at me, "Jus gat married and I'm bout to throw tha bouquet! So, gather round hoes!" She shouts, surprising the fuck out of me. This is my wedding.
People start clapping as she turns around. A group of girls gathered around her. She throws it and some girl with two large puffs catches that shit in mid air. "Get back bitch! I caught it. Yesss, go best friend!" The girl with the two puffs shouts. She kinda reminds me of Jazmine. Shit, I think that is her.
Huey just walked up behind her, pulling her away as some other woman tried to claim she caught the flowers. I'm laughing my ass off as the women and Jazmine start a brawl between all the women. "Y'all not bout to jump my Bestie, bitches!" My bride yells.
I start jogging over there as My wife hops off the stage and starts pulling bitches wigs off and shit. One girl just tried to throw a vase at Jazmine, but Huey caught that shit and angrily threw it to the ground. "Jazmine, come on, baby. Stop fighting these bitter ass women and go calm down!" Huey hollers, trying to get her off this one bitch as I make my way over there.
I grabbed my wife off of this one hoe and picked her up bridal style. "Reezy, put me the fuck down! That hoe bit my damn hand! Fuck that!" She yells, jumping out of my arms, attacking the hoe.
I sigh then laugh a little as Huey throws Jazmine over his shoulder, and walks out of here with her while she throws punches on his back, trying to get out of his grip. I push all these hoes back, even throwing a few off of my girl then pick her up and swing her over my shoulder and walk out. That was too much.
She's not saying anything as I carry her to a nearby room. I think we're in a hotel or some shit. I open up a door then quickly shut it as I saw Huey and Jazmine tonguing each other down. They freaky asses didn't even notice me.
I walked into a different room then sat her on a nice looking bed that's in here. It's candles, and rose petals some of everywhere. The lights are dim as hell. It's actually nice as fuck in here.
"I'm Cindy muthafuckin McPherson, nigga. Don't you eva stop me from bea'in a bitches ass for jumpin on my bestie." She warns, saying it with a whole bunch of attitude. She got that hood slang in her. I smirk then slide my hand up her leg.
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