Pairing: Riley/Cindy

Rating: M

Author's Notes: Okay everyone, here is what happened. The other day, FanFiction came all up in dis bitch n' deleted my story, Beatin' the Heat... I know. I was fuckin' PISSED! All da time I put into it n' those bastards came in n' trashed it! And it wasn't just me! They got Jazavelli, LovinHueyFreeman, n' some others for the same reason. All because we used a fuckin' swear word in our summaries. Sooooo... Yeah. Our stories were trashed because of that... That means we all havta start our stories all ova again.

*Runs off n' Goes on a Psychotic Rage*

I'm back. Anyways, I've decided to do my story again. But this time, I'mma gonna mix things up a little. Instead of them bein' out of high school, I'll have it so they still in school. I'm gonna go wit the television version, where they both are the same age, instead of the comic version where Cindy is two years older. Don't worry, y'all. I might keep most of the stuff that was in Beatin' the Heat, but now I'mma gonna be addin' some new material as it goes. Ya know? So I can keep you all interested, even though I'm gonna be showin' old stuff? But 'nough of all that. Lets just get to what y'all have been waitin' for! Again, sorry my story got deleted. Hope all of you can stay interested in this story, as you were with my other one. ENJOY! XD

Chapter 1: Like Old Times

RIIIIIIIING!

The 17 year old Riley Freeman let out a relieved sigh at the sound of the school bell, signaling the end the school day. 'Damn! 'Bout time dis bitch got out,' he thought, standing up from his seat. 'Fo'real! Dat hater Mr. Smith was gettin' on my last damn nerves! Givin' a nigga a "D-" for an assignment dat was worth a "C+" at least! Now Granddad is gonna go all bitch-nigga on me!'

Riley had changed dramatically in the near ten years he and his family have been in Woodcrest. He now stood tall at 6'3", making him one of the tallest kids in his Senior class. His cornrows now hanged down past his shoulders, and was rocking a light goatee. He had on a deep blue Coogi vest with a long sleeved black shirt underneath, a pair of green camouflage cargo pants, and a pair of black/blue street shoes.

Standing up from his seat, he grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his cellphone. Earlier in class, his cellphone started vibrating, telling him he had a message.

Old Bitch-Ass Nigga(Granddad): Boy. We runnin' low on my good orange juice! After school, run yo ghetto ass ova to da store n' pick me up a couple cartons. While you at it, pick me up some condoms. Gonna be havin' me a fine piece of ass comin' ova tonight, n' a nigga needs a raincoat. N' make 'em large, too.

A shiver ran down his spine after he read that. 'Nigga, you nasty,' Riley thought, putting his cellphone away. 'Dat chick must be crazy like dat Luna hoe if she wantin' yo wrinkly dick.' Letting out another disgusted groan, he hooked his arms into his backpack straps and walked out of the classroom. 'Can't believe dat old nigga can be dis lazy. His senile ass is closer to da store than I is, n' he tellin' me to pick up juice n' rubbers? Dat is some messed up shit.'

Leaving the classroom, Riley took a second to look around. Woodcrest High was on the other side of town, three miles away from his house. But, much to Riley's disappointment, high school sucked just as much as middle school. Damn near all the teachers hated him, with the gym teacher Mr. Murphy being the exception. High school lunches sucked just as much as the middle school food, with the only difference being the higher cost. Homework was harder and came in bigger quantities, all the teachers had next to no personality, no sense of humor, and they all HATED him.

Exiting Woodcrest High, Riley made his way to the parking lot and pulled out his keys. After a few seconds of looking, he found his car; A purple 1966 Chevy Impala with chrome rims, chrome spinning spiral hubcaps, fuzzy red/black dice hanging off the mirror, leather interior, and a license plate that said "YNG-RZY". Granddad agreed that if Riley managed to go all sophomore year without getting an "F" in any of his classes, he agreed to buy him any car he wanted when he got his license.

Needless to say, Riley managed to win, and Granddad wasn't happy with the car Riley picked out.

Unlocking his door, he got in and closed the door. Tossing his backpack into the back seat and putting his cellphone in the cup holder, he started up his car. He looked outside and saw some girls his age walking on the sidewalk. One looked at him and said something to the other two girls. The other two turned around to look at him. Feeling cocky, he smirked, raised a eyebrow, and nodded his head. When he saw the group begin to giggle, his smirked grew bigger.

'Oh HEEEEEEEELL yeah, dat's what I thought,' he thought. 'Y'all hoes know you wantin' some Young Reezy all up on yo asses... But I's got ta be somewhere today.' He reached into his console and pulled out a CD with "Reezy's Mixtape" written on it in black Sharpie marker. He buckled up, backed out of the parking lot, got onto the road, and turned up the volume. The song was "The Streets" by WC.

"Click click bu ya!

Dub kicked the frame in!

Nigga let the games begin, as I standin'!

Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital!

Scanners takin' penitentiary chances!

Sick wit it, off the ric wit it!

Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted!

Grind-grimey, the thick body and the big body!

Wit lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Majave!

Sellin', brubble bellin', careerfelon.

Escalade 3-braid beard wearin'!

Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat!

Niggas call me "Home of Cake" cause I love the cheese!

Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me!

Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery!

I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed!

I spit in the name of the streets."

Riley drove down the road until he came to a red light. So, he reached into the back seat, feeling for a open 12-pack of Mountain Dew he had stored back there. Grabbing a can, he put it in the extra cup holder, just in time for the light to change to green.

"This the itty-bitty nigga from the city they call LB.

What you know about the D-O-G?

I keep my peeps wit a bag a' treats.

On the streets my nephews beat your beat and keep that heat.

In the Cutt and indiscrete.

Me and Dub-C crippin' couzins in this industry.

A lotta' y'all pretend to be.

Wanna see friends wit me and then sleep wit the enemy?

Want some, get some, bad enough take some.

Suckas poppin' off I'm 'bout to take one.

Braids on, make done, don't want none.

And just cause we talkin', what you doin' C-Walking?

It's not just a dance it's a way a' living.

Now if ya C-Walking, ya best to "see" Crippin'.

And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers.

Nigga quit Crip-Walking if ya ain't a gang banger."

'Damn... Look at these hoes,' Riley thought, noticing that every attractive chick he passed ended up stopping and turning around to look at him. 'Don't know if it da car, or if they wantin' in my jeans... But hell, either way, Young Reezy be gettin' some looks.'

Suddenly, his phone went off. He looked down at the Caller ID.

Call From: Da Hater(Huey)

Huey had graduated almost two years earlier with his now girlfriend, Jazmine Dubois. They both hung around after graduating, but soon after, they both were off to college. Huey was going to college in hopes of becoming an expert in African-American history, so after that, he could go out and land himself a job as a teacher. Jazmine was more simple, and wanted to become a nurse.

'Hmmmm... What does dis nigga want?' Riley thought as he answered.

"Da hell you want, nigga?"

"..." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "... Hello yourself, little brotha," answered Huey. "I just called to let you know me n' Jazmine are droppin' by for a visit in a couple days. I already told Granddad, but he sounded a little distracted. Anythin' happenin' ova there?"

Riley let out a forced chuckle as he neared the store. "Not really. But da old nigga text-ed me to go n' pick his nasty ass up some orange juice n' condoms." There was another pause after he said that. "Yeah," he continued, "da nigga said somethin' 'bout some hoe bein' ova tonight, n' he thought he'd need a condom."

"... There still women who wanna have SEX with GRANDDAD there in Woodcrest? He dietin' or had corrective surgery?"

Riley laughed at this. "I know, dat's what I thought too, nigga," he agreed. "But I dunno, maybe there's another "Luna" out there, lookin' for someone to kill... I've had a loaded gun under my bed ever since dat bitch killed herself. I ain't gonna have a psycho hoe runnin' up in here n' killin' me n' Granddad..." Riley trailed off after that. But after another few seconds of awkward silence, Riley continued.

"So how's you n' Jazmine doin'? You ain't called in a while."

"... You aiight, little brotha? You neva wanna know 'bout mine n' Jazmine's life. Hell, usually you tryin' to get off the phone..." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Riley narrowed his eyes at his phone at his brother's smug sense of humor. "If there's a gun to yo head, cough twice."

"Nigga, fuck you," Riley growled. "Don't make me regret askin' 'bout yo smart ass. Damn, first time talkin' to ya in months n' you talkin' as if I's some sorta asshole of a brotha. Nigga, fuck you n' yo college."

But despite his harsh words, he heard his older brother chuckling at him. "Calm down, nigga. I'm just kiddin' witchu," Huey chuckled. "Me n' Jazmine are doin' just fine. Spring Break is comin' up n' we were plannin' on swingin' by for a visit. Jazmine wants to see her folks 'gain, n' I thought you could use some company."

"What that 'posed to mean?" Riley asked, irritated. "You sayin' I ain't got friends?" He was in the grocery store parking lot by this time, he was fully engaged in the conversation with Huey.

"I ain't said nuttin'," Huey reassured, smugness dripping off his voice. "I's just sayin' you missed havin' me 'round. Granddad said you been complainin' 'bout how neither me or Jazmine called in a while."

'Damn you, Granddad!'

Riley forced out another chuckle, pulling his car into an empty space. "Nigga, dat old nigga is goin' senile. Don't go believin' enerythin' you hear. He must be thinkin' 'bout somethin' else or some other shit." Riley knew Huey knew he was lying, knowing fully well he was smirking at him on the other end of the phone. "Bitch, stop dat smirkin'."

"Whateva, Riley," Huey said, "just try n' at least pretend you actually enjoy our company when we visit. Jazz was hopin' you changed since we left... I told her she was overreachin' a bit, but she was convinced that two years musta changed you in some way."

"Well, tell yo Jazz dat Young Reezy ain't changin' for no hoe." Riley glared at his phone when he heard Huey stifling more chuckles. "Whatchu laughin' at, mothafucka? Got somethin' to say?"

"Oh... Nuttin', little brotha," Huey replied. "I just remembered why you don't havta change." Riley raised an eyebrow at the statement... Mainly because a smug comment usually followed after those type of comments. "If you changed, McPhearson wouldn't be as interested in you, would she?"

"... Nigga, whatda hell you smokin'?" Riley asked, sounding annoyed. "You still thinkin' I interested in dat white gurl? I already told ya we just homies, just like Ed n' Rummy!"

"Damn nigga! You wanna have sex wid Ed n' Rummy too? Dat some gay-ass shit, little brotha." It wasn't often he heard his brother actually laugh at anything. Sure, he chuckled and snickered smugly from time to time, but that was usually it. Riley glared at his phone again, as he face slowly started to heat up. "Are ya sure McPhearson is aiight wid sharin' you 'tween two other dudes? I think she-!"

"Fuck you nigga," Riley interrupted. "Fuck yo smugness. Fuck yo afro. Fuck yo hoe's nappy hair. Fuck yo car. Fuck yo GED. Fuck yo-!"

"Whateva you say, little brotha," Huey jumped in, not sounding offended in the least. "Tell McPhearson Jazmine said hi, n' that she wants to meet up wid her when we visitin'... N' don't worry. Jazz told me dat she n' Cindy would re-connect at our house. Ya know? So you n' her could hang out more?"

"... Nigga, do us all a favor n' go fuck yo girlfriend. Not for her, but just do somethin' so you not so damn interested wid MY sex life, aiight?" Riley asked angrily.

He heard Huey snicker. "Whateva you say, nigga," he answered, just before he hung up.

'Smug-ass nigga,' Riley though, putting his phone in his side pocket as he parked the car. 'Thinkin' shit dat ain't true n' callin' his own brotha a fag? Dat shit was not cool.' Riley was about to leave his car when his phone started vibrating again. 'Great. Who's textin' me now?' Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the screen.

White-Gurl(Cindy): Yo Young Reezy! Where da fuck you at? I's at yo house, thinkin' we could go n' play some basketball. But yo black ass not here yet! Hurry da hell up n' get back. Yo Granddad startin' to creep me out. Nigga has Barry White playin' n' has scented candles lit. When you get this, swing by da basketball court so I can whoop yo ass 'gain! ;)

Riley smiled when he read the text message. 'Oh HEEEEEEEELL yeah,' he thought, putting his phone away. He turned his head, looking at the grocery store. After thinking for a second, he started his car again. 'Ya know what? If dat old nigga wanna have sex, he should get his own damn condoms.' With that, he pulled out of the parking lot.

Ten Minutes Later, at the Basketball Court...

Riley pulled up next to the basketball court ten minutes after he got the text. Stepping onto the curve and locking his door, Riley stepped into the court. Cindy was waiting for him at the bench, laying down on it and throwing the ball into the air, catching it as it came down.

Cindy, at the age of 17, was a complete knockout. She kept her hair in the same style as when they were eight. Two long braids going down her back, reaching down to just above her hips. Her face didn't have a ounce of baby fat left on it. Cindy was wearing a bright blue wife-beater which showed off her impressive D sized breasts. The beater was a little short, and cut off right above her belly button. She also had on a pair of shorts, ending a little more than halfway down her thigh, displaying her gorgeous, well shaped legs. And, lastly, she had on a pair of black street shoes.

'Daaaaaaaaaym! You lookin' fine today, White-Gurl,' Riley thought, as he walked up towards her.

"Sooooo," Riley began, getting Cindy's attention. "I heard some smart-ass white gurl sayin' somethin' 'bout beatin' me in a game of ball. But I know that couldn't be true, 'cuz dat would mean I'd havta come here n' whoop some white ass for talkin' smack."

Cindy rolled her eyes. "Whateva, my nigga," she replied, tossing the basketball to Riley. She then jumped off the bench. "N' we both know you NEVER beat me, man. Wheneva we play, yo ass always loses. But hey, today might be the day you finally win..." Then she winked at him and stuck out her tongue. "... But I wouldn't give my hopes up if I was you."

"Ooooooh... White-Gurl wanna play fo'real wit a brotha?" Riley asked playfully, taking off his Coogi vest and tossing it to the side, leaving him with his shirt. "Aiight, I'll play witchu," he added. "Loser does the others homework?"

Cindy laughed. "Hell naw. You suck at homework, Reezy. You'd just fail me if I let'chu do my work." Riley flipped her off and stuck his tongue out at her. But Cindy giggled, nevertheless. "When I win, you run ova to Subway n' pick me up a sub?"

"Hoe, go buy yo own damn lunch," Riley replied. But Cindy folded her arms across her chest and sent him a smug smirk. Finally, Riley rolled his eyes. "Fine. But when I win, you gonna do my homework tonight. Deal?" Riley checked the ball to Cindy.

She nodded, with a smirk stretching across her face. "Deal... By the way Reezy," she added, bouncing the back up and down, "I like my subs on wheat bread."

That's when she checked the ball back to Riley.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hello again, all my loyal readers. I'd like to thank all of you who read this story. I'm sorry FanFiction trashed my last story, all 'cuz I used a cuss word in the summery. But hell, whatcha gonna do? So, bein' positive 'bout dis whole mess, I've decided to change some things up a bit. They in school, same age, all dat. There will be even more flirtation moments n' more drama then the last one. So please, try to enjoy dis story just as much as the last one. Hope to hear from all of you soon. And Please, leave plenty of reviews n' tell me if you see any spelling mistakes or grammar errors!

Sincerely, Mr. Alaska :D