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personal information, including your religious or political views, health, racial background, country of origin, sexual identity and/or personal relationships. Jazmine DuBois is the secondary tritagonist on The Boondocks, and was a central character in Season 1. She is the daughter In the comics, her mixed ethnicity makes her an object of ridicule for Huey and Personality and relationships. Two weeks into the middle school relationship and Jazmine saw and half of the time he didn't understand the nature of his problems anyway.
I bet she fucks like a pro," Caesar said. He glanced at Huey. He turned around and knocked on my window. I rolled it down. Can I get a hug? Caesar flicked me off and walked towards his house. I climbed into the passenger seat. Huey left the neighborhood and he could see the scowl on my face. Why do you care what I think? Apparently I'm too uppity and whiny for you! And I'm just alright to Huey Freeman!
I know he was going to tell me that I shouldn't worry about what he said to Caesar because it was bullshit, but I still cared. You always blast your music. What matters is what you said," I told him, staring at him as he pulled on our street. Although, the words 'Jazmine,' 'fuck' and 'baby' do come into play.
Jazmine, you are better than alright," he answered. He looked back at me. I enveloped him in a hug. He gave me a look, but it made me smile even bigger. You know you loooove me. He looked down at me and smirked. I flicked his nose and opened the door to get out, but I was pulled back into his lap, kissing my neck and shoulders. He stopped and raised an eyebrow. I walked up to the door and unlocked it. I sighed and went straight for my room to start to get ready.
I honestly think I don't deserve her. That girl is the sweetest person on the face of the earth, and she needs someone who's ten times better than me in every sense.
Someone who isn't afraid to take her out and show her off to the world, something I can't do. But she chose me. She says she doesn't mind staying at my house, but I can see the flicker of sadness flashing through her eyes when I say we can't go to the movies or walk to the park together.
She thinks I can't see it, but we've been friends for too long for me not to notice it. I told her once that if she wanted to leave me, I would completely understand. I didn't treat her good enough and I wouldn't try to change her mind if she wanted out. She replied, telling me something I would never forget. I probably was sitting in my turned-off car for a good seven minutes before I realized I needed to get inside my house. I unlocked the door and expected the loud TV to be blasting throughout the house, but I was met with silence.
I sat my bag down near the door. I walked up the stairs, slowly and carefully, trying to listen for any sounds. When I arrived at his door, I swung it open quickly. I looked over to the bathroom door, where I can hear the shower running. I shoved as hard as I could into the door. It took me four tries to finally break the door from the frame. I expected the worse, like my granddad on the floor.
Is he sleeping… on the toilet? His drowsy eyes then fixated on me. What the hell are you doing in here! He stared behind me.
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You gonna send me to an early grave! I can't be yelling at you and your dumbass brother all the damn time! I sat down on my bed and closed my eyes, hoping to get a couple of hours of sleep. Put some fucking clothes on!
Riley barged into my room. I'm tryna be right by taking Cindy out to eat afta her practice! I shrugged my shoulders. That ain't my car, Huey; I ain't paying for shit. Ever since Riley got his driver's license four months ago, Granddad thought it would be okay for both of us to share a car. And since my brother is an irresponsible prick, the car usually stays in my possession.
Where's the extra key? I tried to smother him with my pillow, but he rolled over and pushed me off the bed and hitting the metal frame. He attempted to jump on me, but a swift kick sent him to the wall.
His breath was raggedy and there was blood trickling out of his nose.
She should drop your sorry ass! My blood was boiling. As soon as the words left his lips, I got up and punched him his eye, immediately causing a bruise to form. I looked into the mirror. The damage wasn't too bad, although I had two small cuts below my eye and on my lip where my face collided with the bed.
I smirked; at least I was doing better than Riley was. There was a knock on the door and Granddad opened it without waiting for my response. What was the point of knocking at first? You know how much money I put in that car and how much money Riley hasn't put in!
I huffed and shook my head. He held out his hand again and I went into my pocket and pulled out the other key that I always kept on me. He snatched it out of my hand.
I'm leaving, so don't kill each other! It was getting close to seven and I was hoping that Riley would be out of here by now, but he was still lagging around. Doesn't Cindy have a car that you ride in everyday?
Someone was still pissy about getting his ass beat. With that, I headed downstairs and went to inspect my car before he tries to pull the "That Was Already There" stunt again. As I opened my door, Jazmine stood there, about to knock. She looked at my cuts and gasped. Does it still sting? She tried to touch my eye, but I turned away. Riley's borrowing it and I have to make sure my car is okay before he takes it and ruins it," I explained, noting every little detail on the outside.
I saw the flicker again. She walked to the back of my truck. I glared at her. She then sat down on the front porch and looked forward. I rolled my eyes and continued to inspect my car, although I was thinking mostly about her comment. Did she really think that my car came before her? I turned around and saw Riley looking at me with a smirk. I pushed past him and continued to the house. I stopped in my tracks and faced him. That's why she keeps on takin yo shit. Do you know where Jazzy is?
He always knew where Cindy was, but did I know where Jazmine was? She was sitting on my porch, waiting for me, like she always did.
Jazmine stood up and looked at me smiling. I opened the door for her and shrugged nonchalantly. This is how it started. I saw her crying when we were walking home and being the friend that I was, I innocently told her that if it would make her happy, that she could come over and watch a movie.
She accepted my invitation and followed me up to my room. Next thing I know, I was kissing her. Then, I was inside her, my name echoing throughout the room, thanks to Jazmine. That's a good movie! I dropped onto my bed and shrugged.
I don't care really. I rolled my eyes and she sat down on the edge of my bed. I didn't have a witty comeback, so I kissed her slowly. I licked my lips, the remnants of her fruity gum still lingering. Her eyes fluttered open. I knew she wanted more, because she pouted and pulled me closer to her and gave me quick kisses around my face and neck. She shook her head. I leaned back on my headboard as she sat in my lap. She smiled at my body. She put her hands on my shoulders and our little kisses turned into a heavier make out session.
Our tongues fought each other, although she knew I had to win. I placed my hands on her hips and she moaned at my touch. Her delicate fingers undid my belt and the button. I shook my head and pulled her shirt over her head. I kissed her neck and chest as I stripped her of her shorts. She kept going and I groaned as she wrapped her hand around my member and started to stroke up and down. I squeezed my eyes shut and just enjoyed the treatment I was receiving.
I opened my eyes again and our eyes met. I knew exactly what she was going to do.
She smirked and pushed her hair back. Her tongue swirled around, leaving me in a trance. It was her move to finish me off. She was in rare form today and next week, I was definitely going to return it back to her. I removed the rubber band from her hair, letting it spew out over her shoulders uncontrollably.
I nodded like a little kid. She gently pushed me down on my pillow. Just leave everything up to me. I glanced down and gave her quick look. She snapped her fingers. My eyes are up here. I placed my hands firmly back on her hips and looked up at her. She gave me a nod. I sat her on top of me. God, I love it when she did that.
She put her hands over mine as she rode me. Her little whimpers and moans made me smirk. I lifted my hips an inch higher to go deeper. She only cursed when we were intimate and it always made me feel like I saw another side of her. Then again, we both only showed our true selves when we were together. I closed my eyes. I'm so close," she heavily moaned. I wanted her to finish before me.
Everything was great at first. As far as her sixth grade self could tell the two were in the perfect relationship, fast-tracking to high-school sweethearts and eventually marriage. Jazmine already knew what she'd name their dog: Bobby was cute- he had a young Justin Bieber kind of vibe with the long blonde hair that swooped low over his forehead. Blue eyes that reminded the girl of Bubbles the powerpuff girl. The other girls in class said they were a cute couple so that was all the child could ask.
Two weeks into the middle school relationship and Jazmine saw Huey standing on a crate in front of their school with a sandwich sign laid over his shoulders. In bold red text it read: A megaphone was held in his hand as he spoke into it with a monotone voice, carefully detailing every event that revealed the underlying racism of Woodcrest and its school system.
She had an extra bounce in her step as she bound towards the child she considered to be her best friend. The mixed-race girl hadn't seen him nearly as frequently since she started dating Bobby; she spent too much time walking around the mall with her boyfriend holding hands and engaging in minimal small talk to sit under the large tree atop the hill with Huey anymore. The boy seemed to recoil slightly at the sight of her as he glanced behind him to see where her tackle hug would land him: Nope, he's not going to let himself be slammed into a warped metal bar.
Right as she was about to reach him the domestic terrorist side-stepped her and watched apathetically as one of the few people he was able to tolerate stumbled past him before crashing to the ground. He offered a hand to help her up as she sat up from her sudden stop.
We see each other every other day. We're also still neighbors. However rather than give her a reply, the boy remained stoic as he stared at her. This is especially prevalent in our school because, well, it's Woodcrest. Everything about Woodcrest is racially biased. We aren't the only minority students in this school and not everyone is as academically resilient as we are.
Tell me if I can-" "Jazzy-bear! The girl grimaced in spite of herself and smiled apologetically to Huey. Jazmine felt her cheeks flush. She never got the chance to respond as Bobby was upon her and whisking her away to their first class, American History. It was later that day that she suddenly found flaws in Bobby.
Admittedly his personality hadn't really been factored into the equation of their relationship to begin with, however the mixed-race girl was haunted by the realization of his character. Namely that the blonde was a complete and utter wimp. Whenever he was confronted with a problem he just gave up. He'd whine a little but he did nothing to change the problem and half of the time he didn't understand the nature of his problems anyway.
It was pathetic and made Jazmine unnecessarily frustrated with him. She broke up with him after class and spent the rest of the day sitting in front of the school with Huey, listening as he tried to right their corrupt world.
The redhead never told her friend that she broke up with her first boyfriend nor did she tell him why. The second time was in the eighth grade. The mixed-race girl had tried to avoid the romantic aspect of her social life over the past two years instead trying to deepen her friendship with Huey while also making new friends in her middle school. However peer pressure inevitably caused her will to cave in as her clique never ceased to nag her about going out with a boy. She chose according to her new friends' decision.
They thought she'd make a cute couple with a boy who tended to flirt with her in her English class, Tommy Robinson. Tommy was redheaded and pale with freckles coating his face, arms, and upper torso much like the stars coated the night sky. He was sweet although his gaze tended to wander. Admittedly Jazmine didn't have a problem with that as she wasn't exactly attached to this particular boyfriend. She was just dating him to date someone.
Tommy and Jazmine would sit together in English class. He was constantly passing her notes full of jokes in poor taste and observations of the teacher's receding hairline. This made it exceedingly hard to focus in class and soon enough her grade took a slight dive. On the other hand she sat with Huey in her Government class. Her friend was not only not interrupting her studies but participating so rigorously in the class that he'd taken over the teacher's role and had taught over half the classes himself.
In addition whenever the redhead was confused the boy was more than willing to tutor her and help her understand the body that governed so much of her life. She'd known so little of the world she was a part of and upon hearing some of this information she finally understood Huey.
Jazmine knew very little but she'd become aware of a very upsetting problem and was filled with the urge to correct it. Huey was so full of information on the topic and understood it so much better than she did, the girl finally understood why it was the boy was so driven to change their world. She'd always respected him but after this it evolved into a new type of respect- admiration. After Tommy passed a note to Jazmine during English comparing their teacher's nearing baldness to the stereotypical African American hairstyle, the mixed-race girl broke up with him.
Big red letters over the pencil scrawlings of his note. Immediately afterwards she requested to change seats. When asked why by her teacher the normally bubbly redhead responded that the boy had insulted her culture. That was close enough to the race card to cause the teacher to hurriedly move Tommy to the back of the classroom and replace the now empty space beside Jazmine with one of the only other people of color in class, an indian girl named Srija.
Jazmine's clique didn't give up for the rest of the eighth grade year and encouraged her to give dating another go. Each of the girls was in a relationship of varying intensity. It was strange for them to have a single friend. As they tried to push the redhead back into the game, Jazmine put more effort into understanding the social crises of her time. She doubted that the inherent racism of the American society was the only problem for her to help fix.
Research inspired Jazmine to become thoroughly entrenched in animal rights activism. For once she knew more about a subject than Huey and found that she loved to compare her fight to his. The retired domestic terrorist seemed to respect her more now that she'd found a purpose even if it wasn't the same as his. The two attended rallies together for both civil and animal rights. Huey no longer hesitated to call Jazmine his best friend and that was the most gratifying experience for the teen.
Ten pages of her diary were filled out the night he first admitted it aloud. The third instance occurred right around the end of her eighth grade year. This one Jazmine blames herself for the most. His name was Jerome Casey and he was one of the few other African American kids in their school.
He was pretty attractive and would flirt with her pretty frequently, although he admittedly flirted with a lot of girls pretty frequently. Before she accepted his invitation to date she made sure to get Huey's advice on the decision.
The mulatto girl remembered their conversation perfectly. She wasn't looking forward to them having to go their separate ways for their different classes. She glanced at him curiously. One of his rare smirks set her heart aflame. The mulatto girl was literally incapable of physically hurting her best friend. Unfortunately that didn't mean she wasn't able to injure him in any manner as was proved a month later.
The first month dating Jerome was quite pleasant. There were some rocky moments but the relationship was pretty solid in Jazmine's opinion. Occasionally her boyfriend would 'express concern' over how frequently she hung out with the 'crazy African 'fro dude' that was Huey.
He doesn't like them attending so many rallies together but when she offered that Jerome come with them the teen responded that he was busy at that time without actually knowing when that time was. Jerome was sweet on so many other occasions that the girl tried to not let that one thing bother her. The real problem didn't surface until one day when he suggested something while they were cuddling on her couch. I'm jus' sayin' you should try straightening yo hair.
I mean, it's just-" "You worried about what the crazy African 'fro dude will say? You can do what you want with it.
It doesn't matter if you two don't have matching 'fros for a day or however long. If he's trying to tell you how to wear yo hair then it ain't yo hair anymore and he clearly don't respect you. One day only and I'm only trying it out.
The next day she woke up early to straighten her hair for school. However it quickly became apparent that she hadn't awoken early enough as she'd barely gotten half of her hair done when first period began.
When she finished the girl examined her image in the mirror. Her auburn hair was surprisingly long when flat. The texture looked strange, almost plastic-y now that they'd been melted into shape. Her head smelt burnt. She didn't know whether or not she liked it because, in spite of how uncomfortable she felt, how much it felt like she betrayed Huey, conforming to traditional standards of beauty made her feel good.
It was so comforting to fit in. Insecurities hid so neatly under the false image conveyed by her appearance. It was her hair and Huey didn't have the right to tell her what to do with it; this is what she told herself over and over as she walked to school. Jazmine had the fortune to arrive during a passing period.
Her straightened hair was surprisingly powerful. People looked her in the eye more readily and smiled more to her. The flirtation rate also rose considerably. None of this meant anything, however, when she noticed her best friend leaning against her locker. He must have heard that she was absent for the first couple periods. Steeling herself, the mulatto girl sucked in a deep breath and strode confidently towards him. When he spotted her, his jaw slackened. The only other emotions could be seen in his surprisingly expressive eyes.
Jazmine had learned to read those wine colored orbs like books over the years. First was shock, confusion, a slight hint of anger, but in the end of all that gave way to pain. She'd actually hurt him. Her worst fears were being realized. It wasn't his hair. Suddenly Jazmine was angry that he would let something so- so insignificant hurt him. He was supposed to be stronger than this!
How dare he be upset about her decision to straighten her hair. When she was close enough, the teen scooted out of the way while he kept his eyes downcast. She opened the locker and tried her hardest to conceal her anger. She glared into her locker as he kept speaking. You don't have to act so hurt that I'm not, I don't know, jumping headfirst onto your black power idealism or something. Her chest tightened the same way it did when she watched one of those sad romance movies.
Huey towered over her and the girl suddenly felt so small. You straightening your hair is equivalent to me wearing a mink fur coat. The teen pondered his words. If her best friend had ever elected to wear any actual fur coat, mink or otherwise, she would've been furious. It would've been the greatest insult to her beliefs.
It would have undermined the respect that was so essential in their relationship. She technically didn't have the right to tell him how to dress but it would hurt if he chose to dress that way in spite of her wishes. It would've hurt so much. And she'd just done the exact same thing to him.
Slamming her locker shut in frustration, Jazmine held back the tears. It wasn't even her idea to do this. Speak of the devil, he was suddenly behind her. I told you this would be a good look for you. You're like Britney Spears, super hot. You should definitely wear it like this all the time. Catching sight of his broad shoulders towering high over the pale skinned crowd that filled the hallways, Jazmine called out to him.
He looked over his shoulder so that his wine colored eyes fell on her and she felt her heart skip a beat. I didn't realize how much this would hurt you," the gentleness in her eyes sent her heart soaring. His sharp eyebrows relaxed upwards just enough for her to see how relieved he was.
And God, if he wasn't her best friend, she didn't know what she'd do. There was simply no way for him not be her best friend and at the same time she almost wished something insane- something that could never be.
That summer she'd spent at a beach house timeshare her parents invested in. She'd wanted to invite the Freemans but her father thought it might be for the best if the destructive family keep it's distance from the rental property. Jazmine met a vacationing boy who was just so nice to her. They started out as friends but it eventually morphed into a summer fling.