Hey guys (: So this is a story about both pairings, Ciley and Juey, not just one specific couple. It'll be told mainly from the girl's side more than the guy's side, I think. I'm still working on No Boundaries as well.

"And that's why Romeo and Juliet is considered a true tragedy, "A plump, middle aged woman said to her tenth-eleventh grade English class. A bunch of blank faced, uninterested group of students stared awkwardly back at her, unable to find the right way to make it look like they actually cared. Mrs. Finnich, the English teacher, pushed her red-rimmed glasses further up her pointed nose and pinched her thin lips together, "Alright class, get out your notes on Figurative Language. "

A blonde haired girl with big blue eyes sat near the back and groaned inwardly. She had left her copy at home. She wore a pair of shorts that were a little too short, and a shirt that said 'stay high all the time' written in green with a symbol of weed on it. Her white Nikes were clean and crisp; hardly any creases. Her attire went unnoticed by her teacher, even though it was against the school's dress code.

The blonde turned her attention to the desk to her left, and her eyes were met with the sight of a bushy strawberry blonde afro.

"Yo Jazzy, wake up, "The blonde said, pulling at the afro. The person sporting the afro sat up; a young girl with light skin and green eyes. The mulatto rubbed her eyes and yawned, "What happened? "She asked.

Sixteen year old Cindy McPhearson pushed a strand of her straightened blonde hair back, "You got ya notes girl? "

"Yeah, I think, "Replied sixteen almost seventeen year old Jazmine Dubois absently, reaching into her pink binder with pictures of her and Cindy on the front and pulled out a stack of notes, "Aight, let's share then, "Cindy smiled pleadingly. It was hard for Jazmine to say no. "Fine. "

Mrs. Finnich approached the pair, "Miss McPhearson, Miss Dubois, I'm guessing you're partners? "She raised a thin eyebrow. Cindy nodded, "Yeah Mrs., sure, "

"Alright then, "And Mrs. Finnich walked away to disturb another group of teens who were talking about the latest gossip in Wuncler High. In Woodcrest, it was easy for gossip to get around and make itself known to anyone and everyone, young and old. The teens of the high school were no exception.

"So Jazzy, plannin' anythin' after school today? "Cindy asked. Jazmine shook her head, "Probably gonna study up for this big test I have on Friday, "Jazmine replied. Cindy rolled her eyes, "Damn Jazmine, its Wednesday! Ya have plenty of time! "

"No I don't, "Jazmine yawned again.

"Well aye, yo ass deserves a break, "Cindy remarked, "You've been studyin' like crazy this entire year! Time for you to get out for once and actually talk to people other than me, Miss Naïve, "Cindy joked, elbowing Jazmine in the arm. Jazmine wasn't very moved, "Nah, I think I'll stay home. "

"Girl you stay home every night! "Cindy groaned.

"I'm not like you, Cin, "Jazmine said, looking down at her floral dress and white converse. It was obvious Jazmine wasn't like Cindy; Cindy was a hardcore gangster who sported weed shirts and fought every girl who looked at her wrong. Jazmine was the innocent, shy, modest dancer who couldn't even lift something her own weight.

Nevertheless, Cindy and Jazmine became the best of friends in their middle school years, and stayed close even in high school.

"I mean I guess, "Cindy sighed. Cindy felt bad for her best friend. Jazmine was very awkward for a dancer; only Cindy had actually seen her dance and let loose, but that was in the confinements of their rooms whenever they stayed the night at each other's houses. Jazmine wasn't the party girl; she was the study girl, the good girl, the sweet girl, the naïve girl.

"If you wanna go, go, "Jazmine said, "I know parties are your thing. "

"Well, I guess, "Cindy scratched her head, "But aye, think about it today. If ya change yo mind, hit me up, "

"Will do, "Jazmine muttered, scanning her notes. She had been asked by Cindy to attend numerous other parties, all of which she turned down. A girl like her didn't belong in a party filled with actual cool people who discussed topics Jazmine didn't even know how to respond to, let alone comprehend what they were really talking about. Jazmine was content with staying at home with her phone and Netflix, reading about what happened at those parties on Instagram and Facebook and how many girls ruined their reputations by acting stupid on camera.

"Pop quiz! "Mrs. Finnich announced to the class.

She was greeted with a chorus of groans.

After class, Jazmine and Cindy headed to the dance room for their last period. Dance was Jazmine's favorite part of her day, especially since she was working on a new piece; a lyrical for the school's Winter Recital in less than two months. Jazmine had been working on the dance for a few weeks now, in training with her dance teacher, Miss Little.

Once inside, they were greeted by tall, whimsical Miss Little, who was no older that thirty and had long, brown hair and big brown eyes. She was the head dance director, the other was Ms. Janice, an older woman but with great technique.

"Alright girls, get changed over! "Miss Little said to Cindy and Jazmine, who only nodded and headed into the locker room. Once inside, they were greeted by a few other dancers. Jazmine headed into a stall and changed into her dance shorts over a pair of spandex, a black tank top, and her turners; special shoes designed for dancing pieces like lyricals. She tied her poofy afro into a messy bun on the top of her head and headed out into the dance room.

"Alright class, let's get stretching! "Ms. Janice boomed, turning on 7/11 by Beyoncé as stretching music. Jazmine wiggled her body some before doing some simple stretches; touching her toes, doing some back bends, working on her splits.

"Shoulder's sideways, smack it, smack it in the air

Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air

Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air

Shoulder's sideways, smack it, smack it in the air

Smack it, smack it in the air"

Then, Jazmine began to do some scorpions and bridges, getting her back loosened up some more. With a few high kicks with both legs, Jazmine was ready to dance. Cindy had just finished doing some leg stretches when Ms. Janice began the regular routine stretches that they all did together.

After thirty minutes of practicing a few forms and technique styles, she let them go for a break, "Five minutes girls. Get some water and be back here! "

Jazmine and Cindy headed into the hallway towards the water fountains nearby. Along with them came a few other dancers; Brenda, Lily, and Carla. They were giggling about something on their phones, which caught Cindy and Jazmine's attention.

"What'cha'll lookin' at? "Cindy asked nosily. The other girls didn't mind, however.

"Oh, just looking at some pics of some new guys coming into town, "Carla, a bubbly black haired Asian girl chirped, "They're, like, so hot! "She added, giggling with Brenda and Lily. Brenda, a big breasted black girl, nodded, hoisting up her shirt to try and push her boobs down.

"I hear they're coming to this school tomorrow. "Lily, a brown haired white girl informed Jazmine and Cindy, squealing with delight. Cindy poked her head between Lily and Brenda's heads to get a look at the picture on the phone, "Damn, they sure are hella fine, "She admitted, "C'mere Jaz, look, "

Jazmine, filled with curiosity, decided to look at the picture. She gapped a little at the two boys on the screen. They were dark skinned, one had an afro and the other had cornrows. They had the same win colored eyes, so they were obviously brothers. The afro boy was a little taller than the other.

"I bet the one with the afro is at least 6'0, "Brenda sighed dreamily, "So fucking perfect. He's probably got a great set of abs, too, "

Lily and Carla laughed hysterically with Brenda before walking away. Cindy grinned goofily at Jazmine, "I know you think 'em niggas fine as fuck, "She said teasingly.

Jazmine rolled her eyes, "Whatever, Cindy. "

They grabbed their drink of water and headed back into the dance room before they could get yelled at by Ms. Janice.

Jazmine dropped Cindy off at her house that day after school. Cindy lived in a neighborhood not too far from Jazmine's, and they were both situated in rich-middle class neighborhoods. Cindy hopped out of the car with her Nike backpack, "Member Jaz, hit me up if ya change your mind, I could always use the ride. Party starts at eight. "Cindy reminded Jazmine.

Jazmine nodded and rolled her eyes, "Yeah, okay Cin, "She waited until Cindy had entered her house before driving away.

She drove for five minutes before turning onto her street. After passing a few mini-mansions, she entered the vicinity of her own home; a large, beautiful mini-mansion in the suburbs of Woodcrest. Jazmine parked her black car in the driveway and grabbed her things, making her way inside. On the outside, the lawn was a green color that looked fake. Flowers bloomed around the first floor windows like weeds; there were too many of them. Too many flowers and bees. The outside walls were white, too white. Everything was just too much.

Jazmine entered the inside, which was just as orderly as the outside. Everything had a place, thanks to her OCD father, everything was always in order.

Except for one thing.

"Damn it Sarah, what the hell are you doing? "

The voice of Tom Dubois, Jazmine lawyer father, yelled from upstairs. His voice was met equally with a woman's voice, "I'm sorry Tom, did this bother you? "Her voice was just as loud and cruel as her husband's.

"Yes Sarah, you are, "Tom yelled back.

"Well too fucking bad! "Sarah screamed.

Jazmine sighed and headed into the kitchen to find something to eat. This was the usual scenario at her house whenever she came home from school; her parents were always fighting. Whether it was because Sarah misplaced something, Tom said something he shouldn't have, or they were just bored, there was always a reason to fight.

Lately, it was because Tom was staying out later than he should be, and Sarah was done with it. It was also because Sarah didn't like having to clean up every single room every single day. That meant mopping and sweeping, dusting and moving furniture, the whole nine. Sarah didn't like being a stay-at-home mom, but she did it so she could be somewhat closer to her teenaged daughter.

Jazmine sat down in the living room and turned on the TV, munching away at the skittles she'd found in the pantry. A few moments later, her mother came down with a huge, fake smile plastered onto her face.

"Well hello darling, how was school? "She asked, kissing Jazmine on the forehead, "Okay, "Jazmine shrugged.

"That's good, "Her mother said. The two heard stomping, and Tom Dubois came down the stairs, tying his tie, "I'll be back, "He muttered, grabbing his suitcase and headed out the door, not even glancing at his wife or daughter.

Tom was black, and Sarah was white. For a long time, most people said the marriage would never last because they were two different colors, and neither Tom not Sarah liked it when people said that. So now, Jazmine thought they were only staying together to prove everyone else wrong.

"Well, are you hungry? "Sarah asked, "Do you have any homework, dear? "

Jazmine paused for a moment and looked at her backpack that she'd thrown onto the couch next to her. She thought about the homework she had, the books to read, her room she had to clean. She looked back at her mother, then at the wall clock. Three o'clock. Jazmine felt an itch in her body that was consuming her.

"No mom, actually, I'm going out with Cindy tonight, "Jazmine replied, "She wants to have a little girl time tonight, so we're probably gonna go eat, "

"That's wonderful, honey! "Sarah said, hugging her daughter. Jazmine felt a little pang of guilt; she didn't like to lie to her mother. But she couldn't tell her what the real plan was.

After her mother left the room, Jazmine whipped out her iPhone and texted Cindy.

To Cindy: I'm in.

Jazmine headed up the stairs to her room; a pink walled, white furnished bedroom that looked like it belonged to some little kid. It possessed teenage qualities, but there was a lot of pinks, whites, silvers, pastel purples and blues and grays, and fluffy pillows on pink sheets. Jazmine went to her closet and scanned her clothes: dresses and skirts, skinny jeans and regular shirts. Nothing that stood out or said wow. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out and read the text message.

From Cindy: Finally girl! Been dyin' 2 take ya out! Be by my house in like 2 hrs. I'll make ya look unrecognizable!

Jazmine had to smile to herself, but then she frowned. She wasn't so sure if she even wanted to go to this party. So what made her say yes? She glanced back at her backpack. Yeah, the schoolwork was to blame. Just blame it on the school work.

And her parents, who were so caught up in their feuding that they couldn't notice their little girl slowly becoming a beautiful, defined dancer.

Cindy grinned at the text message she'd just received from Jazmine. Finally! This chick gonna come out! Cindy was excited now; Jazmine had never been to a party with her before, especially since it was a school night, and Jazmine was all about her grades and getting to class on time. Cindy was in her room; a large square structure with baby blue walls and white and blue sheets with pictures of her and her friends hung on every inch of her walls. She stood up from her bed and made her way to her closet.

To Jaz: Got anything to wear girl?

She began to rummage through the mounds of clothes on the closet floor, flinging shirts and shorts and shoes to the side while she searched for the perfect party outfit. It had to say wow, it had to say sexy.

From Jaz: Does skinny jeans count?

Cindy groaned and rolled her eyes, "Oh lord, "She said aloud, "This girl must be trippin'. "

To Jaz: Hell no! Girl come by NOW. We need to go shopping.

From Jaz: Alright damn!

Cindy snickered to herself. Jazmine hardly ever cussed, and when she did, it was hilarious, even over text. Suddenly, the MacBook on her computer desk chimed. She stopped her digging and went over to her laptop and opened it. She had a notification from Facebook. Cindy clicked on the message; it was from Lucille, another girl from Woodcrest High, who was also attending the party that night.

From Lucy: Aye girl! You hear?

Cindy arched an eyebrow and typed furiously a reply.

To Lucy: Girl the fuck you talkin' bout?

From Lucy: Them new niggas gonna be at the party! LOOK HOT!

Cindy smiled to herself as Lucy signed off. She couldn't wait until Jazmine heard the news. There was a knock at the door, "Honey? "Cindy turned around to see her mother standing in the doorway. Mrs. McPherson entered the room like a model walking the runway; tall and lean and sexy. She had creamy skin the same color as Cindy, and blonde, luscious hair that flowed down her back in playful beach waves. Her crystal blue eyes glimmered in the light, and her pearly white teeth reflected like diamonds.

"Yes mom? "Cindy asked. Mrs. McPherson examined the mess her daughter had made, "I see you're going somewhere, Cynthia, "She said.

Cindy only shrugged, "Just to the mall with Jaz. "She said coolly. Her mother arched an eyebrow and laughed, "Oh? And then to where? "

Cindy blushed; she'd been caught. "Well, we got invited to this bomb party. These new guys are gonna be there, an' we wanna get a good look at 'em before anyone else can, "

Her mother laughed, "Well, well, Cynthia, I see you take after me, "She winked at her daughter, "Have fun, "She said, turning on her heel and leaving the room, "Make sure you don't get pregnant out there. "

"I ain't stupid mom! "Cindy retorted as her mother closed the bedroom door shut. Cindy rolled her eyes and turned back to her computer. She began surfing the web, looking for clothes online that could possibly be found in the mall. Her phone buzzed.

from Jaz: I'm here.

Cindy pulled on her shoes and stuffed her phone into her pocket. She headed out her room and down the stairs. "Mom? Dad? I'm leavin' with Jaz now! "She announced, waiting for the reply of one of her parents. She heard a loud thump coming from the kitchen, and then the clattering of utensils. Cindy rushed into the room, confused as to what could have made that noise. Sitting on the counter was her mother, her dress pulled up, exposing her long legs and part of her pink underwear. Standing over her, kissing her deeply, was a middle-aged man... who wasn't her father. Cindy took a step back before her mother caught sight of her. Quickly, Mrs. McPhearson pushed the man off of her, "See you later darling! "She managed to say before she was pulled into another heated kiss.

Cindy shut her eyes and turned away, wishing she'd never even bothered to check out what was going on in the kitchen.

And that's it for this chapter. As always, R&R and stay tuned for this story and my other one. I'm actually working on 3 stories as of now, one is with another community, I guess you would call it.

Xoxoxo, queen