Nobody Likes The Gray Area

I'm Not Sprung

Ok I lied, I wanna do Huey's POV again, but I'll do Jaz's in this chapter too

Enjoy ❤️

(Huey's POV)

    After I visit Jazmine, I return home. Granddad is knocked out on the living room couch, so I quietly make my way upstairs so I don't disturb him.

As I'm approaching my room door, I hear Riley and Cindy from inside. They didn't show up to school today, so I wonder what they've been doing this whole time.

    I hear Riley snicker,
"Ya know, it's okay to admit if you was a lil' scared yesterday."
    Cindy denies this defensively:
"Boy, shut the hell up. Was not."
    Riley laughs more,
"Aight then..."
  "..."
  "..."
  "...OK, I was a little scared," Cindy admits. Her voice is soft and vulnerable.
    Riley chuckles, but it's not his usual, ridiculing chuckle. This chuckle is smooth...flirtatious...
"Ion usually do dis, but...you want some emotional support?" his voice is even lower and alluring than before.
    Cindy giggles, feigning innocence: "You a corny mothafucka..."

    I stand outside of the door, disgusted by what I'm hearing. I've never heard them talk like that before.

    Quickly, I get myself together then kick the door open. Sitting together on the floor, Cindy and Riley are not even a second away from kissing, their lips centimeters apart. Upon my abrupt entrance, they immediately jolt in shock and confusion. Then, they both get up. Cindy inches backward, holding her arm as her whole face starts to turn red. Riley darts at me, trying to close the door on me. His face is reddening as well.

  "Nosey nigga!" he exclaims as we struggle—him trying to close the door, myself trying to keep it open. "Mind yo business and go back ova to that mixed ho's house!"
  "You were about to fuck Cindy! And Jazmine's not a ho!"

    Riley laughs and stops. I slam the door open as he takes a few steps back.

  "Dayum, you really sprung for that ho, huh?" he teases.
  "Riley, what did I just tell you?"
    He smirk, "You prolly came ova here tryna bug us 'cause you only lasted two minutes and Zendaya sent you home."
    My face scrunches into a scowl. My hands ball into fist. I have to keep myself from murdering him. I'd kick him ass like I did last night if I could.

    I look over my shoulder at Granddad who's hurrying up the stairs.

  "Boy, why didn't you wake me up? I'm gon' be late for my yoga class," he says. "What's all this noise about?"
    For a split second, a small smirk appears on my face. Granddad can't see it, but I'm sure Riley can. Riley's eyes go wide with fright.

    I turn to Granddad,
  "Granddad, Riley helped Ed and Rummy-"
  "No!" Riley shouts, tackling me to the floor. "I ain't help em do shit!" he protests.

    Granddad grabs him and pulls him off of me. I climb back to my feet.

  "What did he help them do?" Granddad interrogates me, his arms folded.
  "Granddad, on God, dis nigga lyin'!"
    I glance over at an anxious Riley.
  "He helped them shop for fall clothes at the mall yesterday," I answer. I see Riley's tense body relax in my peripherals.
  "Riley, you know I don't want you hangin' around them boys," Granddad warns him.
  "Yes, Granddad." He nods obediently.

    Granddad starts for him room.

  "I'm goin' to get ready for class. Don't tear up the house while I'm gone!"

    He shuts his door behind him. I look over at Riley.

  "I want my clothes separated and washed tonight, and you're mowing the lawn until November," I command.
    He groans, "Fine, bitch."

    I follow him back inside my room where Cindy is grabbing her things. She avoids my eyes and tries to rush past me out the door, but I grab her arm and stop her.

  "Nigga, let go of me!" she hisses.
  "Stay away from my brother," I say. "You're a bad influence on him."
    She snatches her arm away and leaves.
  "Fuck you, pussy punk ass!" she yells over her shoulder on her way out.

She leaves, then I look back at Riley, who's putting on his sneakers and a hoodie. He pushes past me to go after Cindy.

"Move, nigga!" he mutters.
"Riley, don't go after her!" I shout as he runs downstairs.

He opens the front door, then shuts it behind him. I sigh and slap my palm against my face.

Dumbass...

(Jazmine's POV)

It's been ten minutes since Huey left. I went to the bathroom to put a cold rag over my eyes to get rid of the puffiness and redness. Now, I'm back in my room.

Mom knocks then comes in with a devious smile on her face. Oh, God...

"Who was that Huey fellow?" she asks, taking a seat next to me.
    I roll my eyes. "He's my classmate, Mom."
    She laughs, "Are you sure? He's a handsome boy."
  "Ohmigod, Mom, stop." I fight off the oncoming heat washing over me. I don't like him, I just hate being teased about having crushes on guys that I don't.
  "You're blushing!" she sings.
    I stand up and pull her off my bed, dragging her to the door.
  "Goodbye, Mom."

    I close the door in her face, then I bury my head in my hands with embarrassment.

  "Call me if you need anything, honey!" she chirps from the other side.

  Why?...