Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2009 13:30:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stalin Freed <staten8808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hell's Syn, Chapter 4

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Chapter 4
A Bad Lifetime Movie


	Angelina smiled at me, "Oh my god, you look so cute."
	Angelina and her slut sister Dani had come to my gas station mini
market job to see me on my first day at the gas station.  I was standing
there in my uniform looking really out of it.
	I had spent hours the day before listening to my boss talk about
his boring little rules about standing there collecting money for gas. Who
gave a fuck what was going on?  Seriously?
	Dani rolled her eyes, "He doesn't look that cute."
	"Sorry I can't be Porter, Dani," I replied, giving her the same
look.
	She started back at me with these lazor darted eyes, "My boyfriend
is Quan.  Porter and I are just friends. Nothing more."
	If her boyfriend was Quan, why the hell had he been spending the
last couple of days with my boyfriend all the fucking time.  It was really
pissing me off.  Sampson was doing with Quan what he should have been doing
with me.  Angelina rolled her eyes almost just as fast as I did, "Anyway,
Syn, are you going to come to the party tonight? The Kappas are throwing a
party at Quan's house."
	"For what?"
	"Well Quan's a Kappa. You know what the Kappas are known for
right. The pretty boys."
	"I don't think Quan would want me there."
	Dani nodded, "There's one thing we can agree on."
	Angelina pushed Dani back, "Stop it, Dani. If I'm welcome to come,
you are welcome and I dare someone to tell us different.  We're heading
over right now. Make sure you come after you're shift is over."
	They exited the store, Dani not even saying goodbye.  The girl
really didn't like me.  She probably wasn't used to someone telling her
	And old lady came in after the.  I didn't get along with old
ladies. Immediately I picked up a magazine.  The topic on the magazine was
Jon and Kate breaking up.  I didn't get it.
	The bitch got knocked up with 8 kids and she's a celebrity.  After
8 kids it was definitely done for her though. Who the hell would want to
date someone with 8 kids?
	The old lady started waving her cane in my face, "Hello...I've been
trying to get your attention for several minutes now."
	"Congratulations."
	I raised the newspaper back up.
	Jon wasn't really that much of an attractive guy. How was he going
from woman to woman so easily.  He was definitely something like a dog or
whatever...
	"AYO!"
	The voice was deeper.  I really didn't want to lower my
newspaper. This article was way too interesting.  "AYO!!! DON'T YO HEAR ME
MOTHERFUCKER!"I lowered it just slightly.  It would have been strange if
it was that old lady talking to me like that.
	It wasn't though. It was a guy in a ski mask. He was wearing all
black.  His voice wasn't that deep. He had to be a kid or something.
	He was wearing a long coat and had something in a plastic bag.
Something like a gun.  But was it a gun?  I wasn't sure. Who put a gun in a
plastic bag?
	"Um...I'm a little busy."
	I raised the newspaper.  Jon was wearing Ed Hardy. Now all of the
trifling things in the world.  How the hell are you a father of 8 kids and
yet you can afford expensive clothing like that.  You got famous for
knocking someone up.  How is that real fame.  I needed to be really
famous. I could teach them famous.
	"Put Down the Daily DIGEST FAGGOT, this is a stick up."
	Faggot?
	I lowered the magazine and looked at the little kid.  I looked over
at the old lady. She was shaking. She was scared shitless. She hadn't moved
from the position she was standing in.
	"Please just give him what he wants!" the old lady stated.
	"No..."
	I lifted the newspaper back up and all of a sudden this ski mask
little brat took my newspaper away from me and threw it on the floor.
	"AHHH!" the old lady screamed from the little show of
aggression. She was annoying as shit.
	I lifted up my legs, "You picked the wrong person to rob."
	"GIMME THE LOOT!" he demanded, pushing his plastic bag closer to
me, "I'll blow your fucking brains out."
	"With a plastic bag."
	"This is a gun motherfucker..."
	"Prove it."
	He looked at me weird.  The old lady looked at me weird.  Both
these people were looking at me as though I was crazy.  How the hell was I
crazy? He was the one robbing a mini market with a plastic bag and she was
the one about to piss on herself in public.  And I was the lunatic.
	"You got a deathwish?"
	"No I just feel like calling you bluff."
	He moved closer to the old lady.  I could see her squirm. That was
it. She let go.  Oh my god, she pissed right there!
 "I'LL BLOW THIS BITCHES HEAD OFF!"  The piss firsts showed in her blue
plaid skirt and then it began to form a puddle.  It was so disgusting.  I
must have been in the twilight zone or something.  This was too much.  "And
then what?"  He looked confused. He looked at the old lady.  Looked at his
supposed gun under the paper bag and then looked at me.  He seemed puzzled.
"FUCK YOU MEAN!"  "And then what? You shoot her. And then you have a dead
lady. And then what.  I'm not cleaning her ass up. You not hurting my
feelings.  I'll grab another article and get into Jon's news girlfriends."
"Oh my good please, please, sir," she said begging me.  "Why you begging
me, I'm not the one threatening to kill you, you better talk to him," I
stated.  I reached over for another magazine.  Damn...this one had Paris
Hilton on the cover. Another bitch famous for spreading her legs. What an
amazing day.  "YOU PISSING ME OFF, MOTHERFUCKER."  "Humph," I stated,
clearing my throat and flipping to page 1.  "I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL THIS
BITCH."  "Why do you talk so loud? It's not more intimidating. How about
you form out a good plan and then I'll might...no promises...CONSIDER
giving a fuck about what you say."  "MOTHERFUCKER, YOU CRAZY!"  He shove
the fake gun in his pocket and took a run for the door.  He ran hard as
hell. Hard and fast.  He was running like I was the one who had a gun
pointing it at him.  That was crazy.  I looked at the old lady as she
fainted.  "You're welcome..."  15 minutes later, the police and ambulance
were there. They asked for the story a million times.  I told them how it
happened and they gave me the same look that the robber gave me. They gave
me the same look that the old lady gave me.  I wasn't mentally right in the
head to them.  I thought I was just fine though. Then my boss came in.  He
listened to the story once and then got in my face screaming all crazy.  I
didn't listen to half the stuff he was saying first.
	He had this heavy ass Arabic accent that sounded like he was
singing a song or something.  I listened to the harmonic tones more then I
listened to him.
	"She could have died," he stated.
	"He would have shot her if he wanted to. Why not?"
	"That's not the point."
	"You didn't lose any money."
	"That's not the point!"
	"Then excuse me if I ask you this question really quick.  If you
weren't robbed and no one got hurt, then please tell me what the fuck is
the point?"
	"PROCEDURE!"
	"Fuck Procedure...with no lube."
	Just like that I got fired on my first day.


	I started walking to the party. Of all the bullshit.  I just
realized how much I hated people at that moment. Realized how fake people
are.  People weren't real at all. They were just...moving, living,
breathing concepts of confusion.
	I kicked the rocks.
	Fired and I just started a job.  I hated how things just seemed to
blow up in my face like that.  The party was packed. I could see it
immediately that this Kappa fraternity was very popular.
	I walked into the party, looking at everyone as they stared back at
me.
	"Syn!"
	I turned around to see Sampson. He was standing with
none-other-then Quan.  I hated them always being together. It was so
annoying.
	I walked over.  Sampson pulled me close and hugged me.  He hugged
me deeply and just at that moment I looked back at Quan and I could see him
grimace, fucking GRIMACE like he was somehow disgusted or something.
	What the fuck was that all about? "Syn, you seem early. Sampson
was telling me you started work. Didn't think you'd show up for the
party. Not mad or anything..."
	Fake.
	Sure he was mad. He was heated. Fuck did he care what time I showed
up at the party for?
	Sampson looked over at me, "Yeah, you are early. Didn't notice
baby. What happened?"
	I shook my head.
	"Um..."
	He would have been upset. How embarrassing was it to tell him that
the same reason I found a job was the same reason I got fired?  I was
supposed to be staying out of trouble.
	Sampson shook his head, "Baby..."
	"Nothing. He just let me off early because he was going to remodel
the store."
	"Oh, really? Why wouldn't he have told you that in advance?" Quan
asked.
	"Because he was being a dickhead like you," I replied.
	"WHOA!"
	Sampson pulled me away.  He grabbed me and put his arm over my
shoulder. Quan stared at me from behind Sampson's back. A smile spread
across his face.  There was something about this dickhead that I didn't
like.  He was real weird.
	"Syn, why you seem in a bad mood baby, you want to talk about it?"
he asked me, putting his hands on my face.
	"I'm not in a bad mood. I'm ok."
	"You sure?"
	"Ya."
	"Ok. You know I'm proud of you right.  You are really turning over
a new leaf since we got back and I know its hard, but you made so much
progress. Just don't let little things upset you ok baby?"
	He was preaching to me...again.
	I looked back at Quan. A smile was still on his face. I wanted to
smack it off. He was a sneaky little rat.  He didn't say anything, but
something about the facial expressions he made was conniving. Something
about it was so wrong.
	"Ok," I nodded.
	"Gimme a kiss now. I got to run. I'll be back though."
	"You got to run where?"
	"With Quan..."
	I grabbed Sampson's hand.  He didn't expect me to. He looked at me
funny with this weird looking. I knew I was being clingy. I knew what it
looked like but right now I really didn't are all that much.
	"Can you stay?"
	"Syn, what's wrong?  Why you want me to stay?"
	"I don't now."
	"Well figure it out cause I have something to go do?"
	"What?"
	"Quan and I had plans baby.  I thought I explained this to you
already. We are in college.  If we want to make this work, we are going to
have to give each other the space that we need."
	Space.  He was bringing up the word again.
	I rolled my eyes, "You know what fine."
	I walked away pissed off.  Damn I was mad.
	Sampson didn't follow me either. That pissed me off even more. He
turned around, went to Quan's mustang and drove away as though I didn't
matter at all.
	I hated the feeling.  The feeling building up inside of me.  I was
so FUCKING angry.
	"You look like someone just beat you up," Angelina stated, as I
walked into the party and saw her standing there.
	"My boyfriend is fucking Quan," I replied bluntly.
	Khan and Angelina both looked at each other.  Then they started
laughing. It was obvious by how they didn't stop laughing that they were
intoxicated.
	Angelina shook her head, "Quan's straight."
	Khan shrugged, "Well you thought Sampson was straight too. But even
if Sampson wasn't, Syn how can you really believe that Sampson would do
that to you. Right in front of your face."
	I shrugged.
	I didn't think it.  Still I was a pissed off dude.
	Angelina smiled at me, "Syn, you need a drink. Here..."
	"What is it?"
	"Everclear liquor.  It's like illegal..."
	I pushed it back away from me. No I didn't like being drunk. God
knows what happened when Syn was drunk.  I ALREADY had a hard time
controlling myself.  I didn't need to add this into the mix.
	"Where's Porter?"
	"Upstair...um..." Khan started and shut up, "I'm so fucking
drunk..."
	"Khan I asked you where Porter was and you said he never showed up,
now you are saying that he's upstairs. What the hell is that about?"
	Khan looked at me.
	I could tell he was begging for help. He'd lied to Angelina.  He
meant well. He was trying to protect her.
	"He's probably upstairs fucking your sister in one of Quan's guest
rooms."
	Angelina looked at me, then at Khan. Then she ran up the stairs
like a mad woman. I couldn't believe it.
	I looked over at Khan and shrugged.
	"Thanks for helping the situation Syn," he stated sarcastically.
	I ran after. He was right. I shouldn't have told Angelina that.  I
was just in such a pissed off mood and I just kind of knew what was going
on right underneath her nose.  I ran up the stairs after Angelina
	But realized as I got up the stairs.
	It was too late.
	I was a little more right then I wanted to be.
	Angelina was at the bedroom all the way at the bottom and she ran
out of the room, chased by Dani.
	"I'm sorry!" Dani kept screaming from behind her.
	Angelina wasn't listening though. She was in tears balling.
	It was so sad to watch her. She was just a little girl looking for
love and it was just obvious she was looking in all the wrong places,
especially if she was interested in Sampson at first It was like a bad
Lifetime movie watching her.

I was about to say something to Dani, but I watched as Khan instead stopped
her and took the time to say something.  He put her hand out, "You did
enough."
	Then he ran after Angelina himself trying to calm her down. Dani
just looked up the stairs at me. It was almost like she knew for sure that
I had something to do with it.
	I turned away from her and walked towards the bedroom.
	Porter was there.
	He had his shirt off. His pants were unbuckled. Damn...that body
was amazing. I could see myself immediately getting completely bothered.
	He tied pulled his long locks into a ponytail away from his face.
It was they probably didn't have sex all the way, but they had probably
come really pretty close.  I could see by the way he barely looked over at
me that he was intoxicated
	"God, what the fuck am I doing?" Porter asked.
	I sat on the bed.
	I was confused as hell too.
	"What are you doing Porter?" I asked and shook my head, "I don't
know how close Quan and Dani are, but I don't think he'd like you fucking
his boyfriend...in his house." Porter shook his head, "It's not even like
that."
	Porter just shrugged and smiled.  He was amused by it. I could tell
he was amused by it.
	"What is it like?'
	"You wouldn't understand. You probably get girls all the time.
It's hard for me."
	I shook my head, "First off, I don't get girls. And secondly, what
do you mean it's not easy for you. Look at you."
	He laughed a little bit.
	"I mean, ok, girls want to have sex with me, but people don't
really want to get to know me anymore. They feel like all I want is sex so
that is where their mindset goes to."
	"Porter, you are an idiot. Since when are cute guys victimized."
	We laughed a little bit.  He knew it was the damn truth. He was
sitting there and actually trying to make me feel sorry for him.  I didn't
feel sorry for him. Hell no. Truth is things happened for a reason.
	"You think I'm cute though?"
	We stopped talking. A weird question.
	Then I remembered. He didn't know I was gay.  I hadn't really told
him yet. I just got around to telling Angelina.  Porter was looking at me
all weird.
	"Listen, read my lips...Elroy.  You need to stop messing with
Dani," I stated, getting back to the point, "Someone else wants to be with
you boy. Why don't you figure that out?"
	"Really?"
	"Yeah."
	"Who?"
	I laughed a little bit. Who!  He didn't even know Angelina liked
him. She hadn't even told him. What the fuck was she so upset about then?
I didn't understand females for the life of me.
	"Open your eyes and look."
	He sat there thinking, "I'm just mad confused right now. Like I
hear what you're saying. I just...you know being young.  I just don't know
what I really want at this time. Not anymore."
	He did sound confused.
	He was sitting there thinking quietly like he wanted to say
something else, but he really wasn't.  I don't know what all that was
really about though.
	"You'll be good.  Just stop fucking with Dani...she's taken and
even if she wasn't she's not the right one for you."
	"I know and I got Angelina all mad at me now. I mean I understand
Dani got a boyfriend but she was really pissed off looking."
	"You're so simple."
	"Huh?'
	"Nothing. Hey come back down to the party."
	"I feel like I'll throw up. Stay up here with me.."
	I rolled my eyes. Great, babysitting the drunk ones.
	I laid in the bed next to Porter.
	We sat there completely blank looking. Porter turned towards me.
He didn't seem too drunk, except for the fact that he was breathing
extremely heavy.
	That was all the sound except for the base beating against the
walls from all the people downstairs.  Then all of a sudden there was all
silence.
	"I'm so drunk," he repeated, lowly, his voice almost like a
whisper.
	I know.
	Porter looked me in my eyes. I looked back. He was beautiful.  He
had these dark eyes that looked right at me.  His hair turned folded over
his shoulder, falling out of the ponytail that he had.
	"You're breathing so heavy," I told him.
	He laughed a little bit.  He shook his head, "I don't know why it
is.  It started just a few minutes ago."
	"Maybe you still excited about Dani..."
	"No...it was after Dani."
	We laid there for a couple seconds.  He was still looking at me
with this look that I couldn't really read.  He was drunk. He was a quiet
drunk, but he was drunk. And I felt maybe it was about time I get up off
this bed.
	That was when he leaned over to me.  I didn't know what he was
doing at first, but when he stopped and he was so close to me that our
noses almost rubbed, that our lips almost touched...he stopped.
	"I am so drunk," he repeated.
	That was when he did it...he kissed me. It was a quick kiss and a
different kiss.  It was almost like he wasn't sure if he should do it or
not.  It was as if I wasn't sure either.  The liquor was so deep in me.
	"What the hell?"
	"Oh wow, look at what we have here," I heard a voice say.
	I turned around to see Quan at the door, just standing there
looking.