Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2005 20:04:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jo Jo <crossingboi2004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Angst Episode 39 "The Main Attraction"

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Angst Episode 39 "The Main Attraction"



I never thought that it was possible to hate living more than dying, but
I did. I hated my life with a passion.

If I was starting to realize that maybe I was a curse before last week,
then after what had happened, I was almost positive that all the bad
things that happened to my friends were because of me.

Adam was only trying to protect me. Yet in doing so, he'd killed someone.
It may have been an accident, but it still happened, just days after
being shot himself!

That whole situation with Justin was a mess. After the cops had arrived,
it took nearly two hours on Gino, Alex, me and even Chris's parts to
convince them that what had happened was a complete accident. And even
after that, all of us spent the next four hours at the police station,
undergoing even more questioning.

Eventually, the police got the message that Adam was acting in self
defense and let us all go. It was weird how the whole thing happened, and
it was easy to see that the four of us were pretty shaken up.

My sister had diverted her classes in favor of coming home for a few days
in an attempt to try and get me to talk after my parents called her.

And I guess knowing that my family was there for me and a hurting Adam
was also living with me, I learned to deal with what had happened,
eventually.

It wasn't that I felt all that sad that Justin was gone. The guy was a
jackass. I was sad though. Sad that he had to die. I would never have
wished his death no matter how much I hated him. And now he was gone.

The whole thing was all over the news. Alex, Adam, Chris and I had all
been told not to speak to any reporters about what had happened by the
school, the police, and our parents.

The school had even been closed the next day and the rumor mill had
gotten a chance to go off in full force. According to the news, Adam was
a hero. No one at all really suspected Adam purposely shot Justin. Mostly
because of his reputation. And also because of what he'd already had to
go through.

It was hard the first few days. But by the weekend, I was feeling almost
back to my old self. So was Alex apparently. I had no idea about Chris as
I hadn't really payed much attention to him. I didn't have time to think
about him anyway because my thoughts had all been fixed on Adam.

Because Adam still wasn't back to his old self.

He wouldn't talk to anyone. Not Vanessa and not me. He didn't want to go
anywhere with anyone and he didn't want to do anything with anyone. He
woke up and took care of himself and went to school. And then came home
and shut himself in his room. I really only got a chance to see him if he
came out of his room to eat of use the bathroom.

I guess I just had to expect Adam's behavior. After all, he was the one
that had shot Justin, not Alex, Chris or I. He was the one who killed
someone.

It didn't seem like any amount of trying to convince him that it wasn't
his fault and that he only acted in self defense was working.

I wasn't sure what Adam was thinking because he wasn't telling anyone.

Of course, he had been required to talk to a therapist, but obviously
that was working either, because it only seemed to be making things
worse.

The thing that got to me was, I could tell that Adam hated feeling the
way I'm sure he felt. But only because of me.

Whenever Adam did do or say anything, it was because of me alone. I guess
he figured he was going to try for my sake.

At least, he'd decided to try today.

Because today he was completely different.

Adam not only said good morning to me and talked with me all through
breakfast, but walked with me throughout the halls of the school and even
talked with me, something he hadn't done at all in quite a while.

I had to admit, it was nice having Adam talking again and smiling, but I
was worried that it might have been a facade. Adam was great at masking
his feelings and being connected to him the way I was, I knew we weren't
out of the woods when it came to him yet.

"So anyways, they added this new guy and-"

Adam had been telling me about one of his favorite television shows and
to show that I was happy for him talking to me, I listened. But I
couldn't help but notice out of the corner of my eye the rest of my
friends approaching us.

"Hey guys," Jade spoke, with a big smile as usual.

"God, can you believe I had to take the bus wearing this outfit?"
Michelle spoke, just as shallow as ever. " It was like I was a piece of
meat on Wynona Judd's dinner plate. Never again is all I have to say."

I was no longer worried about Alex, as he had been fine just as I had a
few days after the fact. Jade and the girls weren't there, so sure they
were shaken up at first, but they were fine as well.

That hadn't stopped them from worrying about Adam, however, and seeing
him with a smile on his handsome face, admittedly, threw them all off
guard.

"Adam...you seem...happy today," Jade spoke, choosing her words
carefully.

"You must have got laid huh?" Alex joked.


Adam just smiled.


"No...I guess I just realized there were plenty of other things I could
do besides feel sorry for myself," Adam replied.

I noticed Vanessa and Krystal walking up behind Adam.

Krystal joined Jade at her side as Michelle snorted at her and rolled her
eyes.

On top of Justin having been killed, there was still the fact that
everyone in school pretty much knew all of our secrets, as all of us,
along with about 40 other popular students had had our deepest secrets
exposed.

And they were obviously still upset with each other.

"Hey...Adam," Vanessa said, reaching over to touch Adam's face.

But Adam moved away from Vanessa's hand.


"Don't." he spoke.

I did notice that it seemed like Adam didn't really want to be touched as
of late. I'd unknowingly found myself putting my arm around his shoulder
to comfort him or touching him lightly on the back, only to find him
shrug away from me.

I thought it was just me. Apparently it wasn't.

Everyone looked tense and nervous as Vanessa continued to stare at Adam.


"Adam, I just wanted to-"

"I know...and I'm sorry," Adam replied. "I just.....can't....deal
with..."

Vanessa smiled a little.


"I understand," she said. "I'd rather have you talking to me."

Adam smiled as well.

As much as I wanted Adam for my own self, I knew just as much that
Vanessa wanted him as well. And until Adam was ready to admit to me that
he was wiling to leave Vanessa for me, I just had to be happy that he at
least had someone.

"Gotta say man, it's nice having back the old Adam," Alex spoke. "I was
starting to wonder if we were gonna have to start shopping around for a
replacement."

Adam just shoved Alex playfully.

"Well I'm off," Michelle spoke, flipping her hair back. "Wouldn't want
you guys to be around in case my fake nose falls off."

"Yeah that's definitely something we wouldn't wanna see, whore!" Krystal
shouted as Michelle walked off.

"We're seriously gonna have to do something about the two of you," Jade
spoke. "It's been a week since-"


"That stupid bitch told everyone lies about me!" Krystal pouted.


"In her defense, she didn't tell everyone. That was Justin's fault," Jade
replied. "And you're not exactly innocent in all this either."

What was said on those tapes wasn't exactly something I wanted to
discuss. I basically re-admitted my feelings for Adam. Now the whole
school knew how I felt about him, including Vanessa, who I guess got over
it quick enough to decide she wanted back into Adam's pants.

A lot of damage had been done in the course of the week. If it wasn't one
thing here in the lovely old Angst, it was another. I was almost afraid
to ask what was coming next!

***********************************************************************

It had been nearly a week since the whole incident, and Chris and I still
weren't talking. Admittedly, that was mostly due to me.

I just wasn't sure I was exactly willing to forgive him. Before Justin
came along, I had my own problems with Chris. I had gone so long without
speaking to Chris that I was beginning to think that maybe I'd been a
little harsh. But then the whole thing at dinner that night happened and
I just knew I had been right to abandon him.

I still wasn't really all that sure what his part in the whole thing with
Justin was. He certainly seemed guilty enough. Enough for me to consider
what he'd been through, as well as the rest of us. While he only knew
Justin a couple of days, he was a lot closer to him than any of us were.
And now he was gone.

I had to wonder how Chris felt.

"Alright....so like I said before, I pushed the projects back after what
happened last week," Mr. Martin spoke. "I assume all of you have had
enough time to grieve."

I knew we all knew better than that. No one had time to think about
Justin. The school was shaken to it's core with the tapes going public.
Now there was nothing left but suspicion and hatred. If it weren't for my
own friends, I'd hate coming to school right about now.


"But life had to go on," Mr. Martin continued. "And you should have all
had your projects complete by now anyway, so why don't uh......Brandon
and Chris....why don't the two of you come up here and present your
work."

It was a little unexpected. Chris looked like he'd rather be anywhere
else but he got his stuff out and headed up to the front.

I got my own stuff out and did the same.

"What did you boys work on again?" Mr. Martin asked.


"Uh...political scandal and enterprise," I replied after Chris didn't.

Chris seriously looked the strangest I'd ever seen him and I had a
feeling it had nothing to do with me. Before he'd always looked so down
but I always just assumed it was because of me. And now...it was almost
like he wasn't even aware I was even in the room.

When he didn't start first I took the initiative and started myself.


"Uh well we started out researching the United States presidents and how
everything works while they're in office," I started.

I couldn't help but to look over at Chris.

"Um...."

He really was no help here.


"Well I mean I'm a little lost on it all....Justin was handling-"


"I cant do this," Chris said.


Next thing I knew, he was storming out the classroom and for some strange
reason I went after him. I could hear very vaguely Mr. Martin saying
something about failing and getting detention but I didn't really pay
attention.

I was still trying to figure out for the life of my why the hell I was
going after Chris.

As usual, Chris ran into the restroom. He did that whenever he was upset.
I followed him inside and also like usual, there was no one inside once I
did look around.


Chris didn't look up at me. He was hunched over one of the sinks and
looking down. It was like he didn't even know I'd followed him.

It'd been so long since I'd actually talked with him. Really talked with
him. So I was a little hesitant about approaching him. I wasn't even sure
how but I felt my legs carrying me over to him and before long, I was
behind him.

"Chris..." I put my hand on his shoulder and he jumped, finally aware of
my presence.


He looked at my reflection in the mirror, looking a little shocked. But
then he shook my hand free from his back and walked away from me, over
towards the window that was closer to the ceiling than he could see out
of.

"What did you follow me in here for?" Chris asked.

"I...don't know," I replied.

And I didn't know. I didn't know why I'd followed him and I didn't know
what I was supposed to say.

Chris stared at me before sighing and looking down.

"Do you hate me?" he suddenly asked.

I'll admit, that was a good question. Did I hate Chris? After all, he did
do quite a bit to cause me grief. But I couldn't hate him. Not after he'd
also done things to make me happy.

"No," I replied, honestly. "I'm worried about you."

Chris chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair.


"Yeah well, I'm worried about myself."

"Chris, what's going on? Why're you acting so......"

I didn't know what to call how he'd been acting. At this point, seeing
him so down was beyond strange as I'd become used to it. It was only my
senses telling me that this was something more.

"I saw myself in you when I first met you....the way I used to be.."
Chris started.

It was weird what he was telling me but I listened anyway.


"I told myself that I liked you because I could relate to you but....that
wasn't it," he continued. "I liked you because I actually cared about
you. It was the first time I cared about anyone since....."

He stopped. I wanted to ask him to continue, but I didn't want to push
him.

"But when I thought about my past, I got blindsided and started fucking
up things with you without even realizing that I was."

"Chris..."


"I did. And I'm sorry. I know I have...issues. I don't even know what the
hell I was thinking hooking up with that loser Justin. Of course, I
shouldn't be calling a dead guy a loser..."

If he was a loser he was a loser. Although, it probably was wrong to call
him that now.

I watched as Chris just stared absently at nothing in particular until he
finally looked back up at me.


"I got stuff I gotta work out," he replied. "And when I do that, I think
maybe you and I should try again. If I screw up after that.....well, I
guess I don't deserve to be your friend after all."

It amazed me the amount of maturity Chris was showing. I'd already known
he could be a pretty mature person when he wanted to be, but that didn't
stop him from being a jackass either. And now, he wanted to change. He
actually wanted to try and make up for his past so that it would stop
affecting his relationship with me.

And if he was willing to try and work things out, then so was I. This was
his own way of apologizing, and I accepted it.

"I guess we should go try and keep ourselves from failing, huh?" Chris
asked, finally smiling.

"Yeah," I replied. "I don't think I've ever seen an F on any of my papers
before."

"Trust me," Chris started as we exited the restroom. "You don't want to."

This was good, us on speaking terms again. My only hope now was that with
all the drama out of the way, I could start to live life how it should be
lived for a normal teenager.

***********************************************************************

"Main Event?" I asked.

Lunchtime had come for my friends and I and we had all began talking
about the next big Angst event, the Main Event.

I found it odd that we were still planning things just one mere week
after a student was shot and killed right near campus. Not only that but
the fact that everyone knew each others secrets. Although, I guess
pretending like none if it ever happened was the best idea.

Too bad the same couldn't be said for Michelle and Krystal.

"It's the football game played by the two best football teams in the
state every year," Alex explained. "Only, unlike normal games, only the
senior are allowed to play."

"Why seniors only?" I asked.


"For the college scouts," Ryan replied. "So that in case they missed a
really good player the first time, they get one more chance to recruit
people for scholarships."

It sounded like a really big deal for Alex and Adam. Only, Alex was the
only one who seemed the least bit excited about it all.


"I mean, it's not just football," Alex spoke. "There's a student after
party held every year...once again for only seniors."


"And who's hosting this party?" I asked.


"I would say Michelle, but she might be worried about someone knocking
off that fake nose of hers!" Krystal hissed.

"Why stop at someone when we can name a culprit now...Krystal and all her
body fat!" Michelle hissed back.

"Oh god, will you two please just kiss and make up already?" Jade
pleaded.


"Not a bad idea," Alex spoke. "Make sure there's tongue action involved."

"Shut up Alex!"  Michelle and Krystal spoke in unison.

Krystal and Michelle looked over at each other before bursting out
laughing together.

"Thank god," Jade mumbled.

"So this Main Event thing," Gino started. "Man, you guys are gonna be
busy for a little while right? I mean, training, extra practices...event
coordination."

"Yeah," Alex replied, putting his arm around Adam and shaking him
playfully. "Me and this guy will be pretty much non existent before,
during, and after school the next few days."

Adam said nothing. I thought he was back to normal.....

"Uh huh....." Gino spoke.

"You know, I hear they're talking about you and Adam being the hands down
favorites to get scholarships," Ryan spoke.


"Really? Where'd you hear this?" Alex asked, sounding really interested.

Even Adam looked interested.

"I still have a few football buddies....." Ryan replied.

Even I could sense the undertones in that statement and knew that Alex
knew well enough not to push it.

"Yeah well I need to make sure I'm in top shape for this game," Alex
replied. "If we win, I heard the school's gonna pay for any band we want
to perform at prom."

"Really?" Michelle asked. "Good, because I still have my list from last
year-"

"Would you give it a rest already, shit!" Krystal said.

"You okay?" Vanessa asked Adam, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Adam looked down at it before moving himself away from it and standing
up.


"Uh....I'm gonna go stretch my legs," he spoke.

Everyone looked over at Adam.

"Oh, well I'll come-"


"No...I'll be right back," Adam replied.

Vanessa looked a little down, but to reassure her, Adam bent down and
kissed her on the forehead.

I wanted to get up myself and go with Adam, but I realized that it would
make me look really petty to go after him after he refused his own
girlfriend.

I guess my friends were expecting me to go after him because Jade, Alex,
Ryan and Vanessa were looking at me. I just looked away.

"So about Main Event...anyone hear about..." Michelle started on with her
usual gossip.

I couldn't help but to worry about Adam. I knew him better than anyone it
seemed and right now, I knew that he was still upset about what had
happened. There really wasn't anything I could do about it as long as
Adam proclaimed that he was fine about it all.

"You okay Brandon?" Gino asked.

"Just...thinking about Adam," I replied.

"Really......" Gino mumbled.

I said it without thinking about it and realized it after the fact.

"Sorry."

"That's okay..." Gino replied.

He'd said it was okay, but I couldn't shake the feeling that it was far
from okay.

***********************************************************************

When I got home, I noticed Adam sitting directly by the window near the
door. His back was facing it and the curtains were pulled back. He looked
a little bored but also like he was hiding something.


"Uh..."

"Hurry up and get inside," Adam whispered.

I knew once he said that exactly what was going on. The press had been
bugging Adam since last week. A school shooting is one thing, but when
the guy who kills the psycho with a gun was also shot by his own father
just a couple of weeks previously, that makes for a few good weeks worth
of special reports.

We all did our best to hide Adam from the media, and I would have came
home with him myself, but Adam was gone before I could find him when the
bell had rung.

"I guess they're not letting this thing go, huh?" I spoke, sitting myself
next to Adam.

Adam flashed me a faint smile but he didn't really look my way too long.
It actually looked like for once, he wasn't sad because of me or Vanessa.
He was sad about something else. Or at least, thinking about something
else.

"Adam...."

"This game....Main Event thing.....how am I supposed to be able to face
everyone and keep a cool head?" Adam started.

He had just started talking, and I figured he needed someone to talk to
and right now I was the only person he was trusting with that duty.


"I don't know," I replied.

"I mean.....I killed someone-"

"Adam-"


"I know....I know why it happened....but still. It's all I've been
thinking about since it happened and I can't go into this game with that
on my mind. I won't do well and then I won't get a scholarship," Adam
sighed.

So this had to be the reason Adam went back to being depressed. I guess
it did make sense for him to be stressing over it all. And the way Adam
put it, he was right. I'm sure if I'd killed someone to protect him, I'd
be thinking about just as much, no matter who the person was.

I was at a loss. I really wasn't sure what to do.

"I'm just not gonna play," Adam sighed, standing up.

"What? No Adam, you can't not play. You said it yourself, this game could
be your full ride to college," I said, standing up as well.

Adam had started into the kitchen and I was right behind him.

"That doesn't change what happened. I can't just forget about it!"

"Adam-"

"No...you don't understand....I can't do it. That's it," Adam replied.

I could tell he didn't want to talk about it anymore and there really
wasn't anything I could do for him without contradicting myself. We both
knew he was right. And it was an unfortunate situation, but that was how
it was.

***********************************************************************

"So...why exactly do we have to do this again?" Alex asked.

Unfortunately for him, he'd allowed himself to be dragged along to the
mall with Michelle.

"Well," Michelle started, pushing Alex along. "I have a serious thing for
hot sweaty football guys. And you need to make sure that you can play
long and hard during the Main Event game."

"You have to be the horniest girl in school," Alex replied.


"At least I'm not a sex loving whore like Alicia Reynolds," Michelle
spoke. "God, that bitch puts out for any dick."

"Hey, Alicia is not a whore, okay. She just likes being a good pal to all
us guys," Alex grinned.

"Okay...eww," Michelle spoke, letting go of Alex.

The two of them walked until they stood in front of the nutrition store.

"You stay here...I know exactly what kind of stuff you're gonna need,"
Michelle spoke. "Of course, after hearing about you and Alicia, it's
gonna take a boatload of stuff."

Alex just sighed impatiently as he turned around and headed for a bench
outside the store.

It was bad enough he was here with Michelle, but now he was letting her
shop for god only knows what for him. He had to wonder what else was
coming.

Only, he got the unfortunate answer to his question once he saw Chris
walking alone down the other side of the mall.

The first thought that popped into his head was that Chris had followed
he and Michelle to the mall. But realizing how paranoid a thought it was,
he decided he'd just ignore Chris and hope that he didn't see him.

"Okay.....that man in there is totally rude," Michelle spoke, walking up
to Alex. "Do you know that he actually called me a superficial Paris
Hilton wannabe?"

"Really?" Alex spoke, feigning interest and standing up.

"I mean I'm so much better looking than that bleached blonde...oh my gosh
is that Christian?"

Alex instantly tensed up and grabbed a hold of Michelle, pulling her in
the opposite direction.

"Didn't you say you needed to pick up something at Victoria's Secret?"
Alex asked.

"Well yeah, but you definitely aren't coming in there with me," Michelle
spoke.

"Fine, I'll wait outside," Alex replied. "It's still upstairs right?"

"You know, you're being really weird," Michelle said. "You aren't high
are you?"

Alex looked behind him to notice that Chris was nowhere to be found, and
seeing that as a good thing, slowed his walk upstairs with Michelle.

By the time they'd actually gotten upstairs, Alex had relaxed a bit. Once
again, he waited outside while Michelle shopped inside the store.

Alex had already made up his mind that Chris was gone and decided to look
around in a store right next door. In truth, it had been a while since
he'd actually been in the store. Not in a few years.

So the last person he expected to see inside was Chris.

Alex would have just left but Chris had spotted him just as he'd spotted
Chris. There was a moment where the two of them just stared at each other
without saying anything at all.

Alex didn't move when Chris started towards him, even though everything
in him was telling him to do so.

"Hey..." Chris spoke.

Alex acted as though he were looking over one of the cd's on the shelf.

"What do you want?" Alex asked, not making any attempts to hide the
contempt in his voice.

Chris chuckled to himself before leaning against the shelf opposite where
they were standing.

"I thought you stopped coming here," he spoke.

"And the day I decide to again, I run into you," Alex replied, turning to
look at Chris. "Guess there wasn't any point huh?"

"Look I know you hate me," Chris started.


"Not so dumb after all." Alex said.

"I'm not trying to cause trouble."

"Did you follow me here?" Alex asked, starting down the row of goods.

Chris followed alongside Alex at a slow pace.


"You know me better than that don't you, Lex?"

Alex flashed Chris a threatening look.

"Don't call me that."

Chris's sly smile faded.


"I saw you with Michelle earlier," Chris started. "You know, when you
were trying to get away from me."

Alex side glanced Chris before the both of them turned down another store
aisle.

"I didn't follow you here," Chris replied. "I was shopping. For a
birthday present for Brandon's birthday next month."

Chris stopped and turned towards Chris.

"Why? He hates you!"

"Not anymore. He's willing to start over with me. We talked and-"


"Sonofabitch!" Alex muttered aloud.


A few people nearby stopped and took notice of the two but kept going a
few seconds afterward.

Chris could tell that wasn't what Alex wanted to hear. But he had other
things on his mind.


"It doesn't have to be this way you know," Chris started, sounding more
desperate than before. "Brandon forgave me. And if you-"

"Stop it!" Alex barked.

Chris stopped.

Alex looked around before heading for the exit, Chris following behind
him.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry before you forgive me?"

"Forgive you? Okay, if you wanna go down this road, we will," Alex
started.

Alex waited until the both of them were outside of the store before he
walked into a nearby lobby, Chris behind him.


"First of all, you never know when to say sorry, Chris. A problem you
have with my best friend," Alex started.

"We got all that outta the way, Alex-"

"And second...where's this coming from? You try and ruin my life six
years ago and show up all of sudden after moving away...still just as
stupid as ever-"

"Alex, you of all people know that I'm not...I was never such a cruel
person."


"I'm supposed to know that after what? After seeing you take everything
away from me because what.....you couldn't have me?"

Chris sighed while Alex continued to stare at Alex.


"I'm not gay Chris. I wasn't then and I'm not now," Alex spoke, a lot
calmer than before. "And you.....look at you...you're a confused mess.
Gay one minute. Straight the next......I don't even know what the hell
you are!"

"I'm just a guy...who knows what he wants," Chris replied. "And what I
want is for you and Brandon to be in my life."

Alex stared at Chris for the longest time before responding.

"Well I'm sorry to tell you but you're not getting either," he replied,
heading for the door. "Brandon might think he wants you back in his life
right now, but I'm his best friend and he trusts me a hell of a lot more
than he does you. I'll get him to side with me."

With that having been said, Alex left Chris with his own destructive
thoughts.

**********************************************************************

"Tell me again why inviting Gino over is a good idea?" Adam asked.


"Because, our folks are all working late again and I figure since you and
Gino are at odds, it would take you mind off of....well..."

It was a cheap tactic and I knew it but truth be told, being around Adam
while he was like this was a little weird. He was like some kind of
zombie and I hated zombies.

And Gino would be along any minute now.

"You could've at least ordered in," Adam spoke, plopping himself on the
couch. "Our cooking skills aren't worth shit."

He was right on that one. Hopefully Gino was bringing something.

"Oh...that's the doorbell," I spoke, heading for the door.

"Oh joy," Adam mumbled, flipping through the channels on t.v.

When I opened the door, I nearly panicked.


"Hey!" Gino greeted. "I brought sushi!"

I stepped aside allowing Gino inside, while altogether avoiding eye
contact with the person he'd brought with him.

"Hey Adam," Gino spoke, heading into the living room. "You guys remember
Sam right?"

Oh I definitely remembered Sam. As in the same Sam that shoved his tongue
down my throat last week.

Question was, what the hell was he doing here with Gino?

"So...I figured you guys could use a little nourishment," Gino started,
taking the food out of the bag. "I guess you need it more Adam, what with
you having this big game coming up."

"I'm not playing," Adam spoke, sitting up to get some of the food.

"What?" Gino asked, sounding shocked.

"What do you mean what? Did I stutter?" Adam asked.

"Brandon..tell me he's not serious," Gino spoke, turning to me.

I hadn't heard the question. The only reason I knew anything had been
asked at all was because Sam, Adam and Gino were all starting at me.

"I'm sorry, huh?"

"Gino, what the hell are you and this fool doing here anyway?" Adam
asked.

I wanted to know why Sam was here as well.

"Sam is my boyfriend...I mean, you know that right?" Gino asked.

Adam looked over at me and I looked away. I didn't wanna look at him. I
felt ashamed. Like I cheated on him without actually cheating on him.
Especially since I hadn't told him about the kiss. What the hell was Sam
doing here?!

"So you brought him here?" Adam asked. "Why didn't you just bring
Michelle and everything that comes with her. That would have been a hell
of a lot better than-"

"I think I know what this about," Sam cut in.

Adam and Gino looked over at him.

"This oughtta be interesting....tell me, what is it that you think-"

Adam stopped short all of sudden when the sounds of gunshots coming from
the television started.

I watched as a glazed look washed over Adam's face. I got up and walked
over to him and made the mistake of touching him.

He instantly shot up and headed for the stairs.


"I'm kinda tired....I think I'm gonna hit the sack," Adam spoke.

He sounded completely different. He sounded distant. And a little afraid
at that.

I started after him but felt Gino grab my leg.

"Don't," he said. "You can't baby him over what happened."

"And I can't just not do anything," I replied.

"You are doing something," Gino said. "You're here for Adam when he needs
you."

I thought about what Gino was saying. Him bringing Sam here would have
been a sign telling me that maybe Gino wasn't as wise as he was sounding
now. But his advice now was an indication that he and Sam had to be
serious now. He wasn't thinking about me. And he really did want me to
help Adam.

"You're...you're right," I replied. "I just have to give him a little
time."

Gino smiled as he picked at his sushi.

"Although, I think not playing in that Main Event game wouldn't be in
Adam's best interest," he said.


"How so?"

'Well obviously playing in the game is giving Adam something to do.
Something to think about other than what happened."

I thought about it. Apparently, Adam wasn't seeing things that way, when
it was obvious he should have been. This thing with Justin was obviously
affecting his better judgment.

"You gotta convince him to play in this game," Gino replied. "Trust me,
he needs this."

Yeah, the way Gino put it, Adam did need to take his mind off of what
happened. Start to really become the Adam I knew and loved.

"Sushi time!" Gino exclaimed, holding up a pair of chopsticks.

*********************************************************************

"Hey sexy."

Chris looked over at the guy that had said it before passing him and
heading straight for the bar.

He'd been in a good mood. Allowed himself to get happy. Happier than he'd
been in the longest amount of time.

He'd actually believed that he could be friends with both Alex and
Brandon.

At first, that wasn't what he had wanted. When he'd seen Alex all those
months ago, he felt nothing but hate for him. But losing Brandon, the
only other person other than Alex that he'd been close to, had forced him
to wake up and see his life for what it was.

In doing so, he realized that Brandon had been right. And furthermore,
Alex had been right about him along. And he didn't want Alex to have been
right about him. So he decided to change.

Which was why, at the time, he'd thought trying to apologize to Alex was
in his best interest. But apparently, Alex wasn't in such a forgiving
mood. Not only had he told him off, but he'd called him out on his own
thoughts and emotions.


Chris had realized that he really was a confused mess. He didn't know
what he was. There was a time when he thought that he was in love with
Alex. But when that went south, he moved on. Moved on with any and plenty
of girls. So many that he couldn't remember the exact number. He never
thought of himself as being gay. But maybe. Just maybe.....

He was......

"Give me a Seventy Seven, dry," Chris told the bartender.


"Aren't you a little young cutie?" the bartender asked.


"I got in here didn't I?" Chris replied.

Only because the bouncer at the front thought Chris was hot. That and he
may or may not have let the poor guy think that he was interested in
giving him a blowjob later on.

But he didn't come here for that. If he wanted to give a guy a blowjob,
he would have went to a normal club. But this wasn't just any club. It
was a gay club. Club Infinity.

Chris turned around while the bartender fetched his drink.

There was no doubt about it, Chris was definitely in a different part of
town. There were some seriously hot guys and girls for that matter in the
club. And of course there were the usual trannies up on stage performing.

But he didn't want to think. He didn't want to think about what coming
here meant and he didn't want to think about what kind of atmosphere he
was in. All he wanted to do was to get wasted and to fuck around with
some guy.

Hell, he was proving Alex wrong. He wasn't confused at all. Tonight, he
was all the way gay.

"Here you go," the bartender spoke, handing Chris his drink.

Chris shouted the word 'thanks' while looking around. It was a little
hard to see through all the bubbles and smoke and it was certainly hard
to hear much of anything with the blaring dance music coming from the
speakers all around.

"You come here a lot, man?"

Chris turned to his left to see an incredibly gorgeous Latino standing
next to him. Looking the guy over, there was something about him that
reminded him of Alex.

"No..but I'm guessing you do..."

"Luis," the guy replied, smiling.


Chris smiled back.


"Yeah. I don't really know what goes on here," he said. "Maybe you can
show me around?"

Luis grinned at Chris seductively before taking him by the hand and
leading him towards the back where Chris knew for a fact there was a
'Black Room' where you could do anything and everything, for a fee of
course.

Which was why Chris made sure to bring plenty of cash. He planned on
being here a while.

**********************************************************************

After talking some more with Gino, I'd made up my mind that today, I was
going to have to convince Adam to play in the Main Event. After all, the
game was in three days and this was his future we were talking about
here.

To his credit, Adam did act as normally as he could. He still wouldn't
let me touch him and he changed the subject every time I even tried to
bring up the game, but I was determined to convince him. Adam had to do
this for his own sake.

"Alex, what's wrong? You look a little worried." I spoke.

I'd become just as adept as I was before my accident at noticing when my
best friend had a problem, and today was no different.

"It's this game, that's all. I need this scholarship," Alex replied.

"I know. All you have to do is play well and you and Adam'll both get
one," I said.

"So Adam's playing in the game then?" Alex asked.


"Well not exactly," I replied, shutting my locker. "But I'm gonna try and
convince him to play. To help him take his mind off his other problems."

"This game is a lot of pressure for sure, but do you really think that's
gonna work?" I asked.


"It has to," I replied.

It had to. It just had to work.

"Oh...well good luck with that," Alex replied.

I looked up at him.

"That's not all that's bothering you is it?" I asked.


"What?" Alex spoke. "Of course that's it."

"Alex..."

Alex sighed and placed his hands in his pockets.


"I ran into Chris yesterday night. He said that you wanna be friends with
him again."

I had to know this would come up soon. After all, Alex had been the main
person warning me away from Chris.


"Look, Alex..I know what you're thinking, and trust me, I had the same
thoughts....but Chris...he's changing...or at least, he wants to," I
replied.


"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that," Alex said.

"Alex, what the hell is up with you leaving me at the mall yesterday!"
Alex and I both heard Michelle saying from somewhere down the hall.


"You went with Michelle?" I spoke, amused.


"Michelle, look, I'm really sorry okay...I actually forgot-"


"Forgot? About me? That never happens," Michelle said, crossing her arms.
"Do you know that I actually had to call Krystal and tell her to come get
me!"

"I'll make it up to you," Alex spoke.


"Damn right. For starters, I want you to carry my books," Michelle
replied.


"What?"

"I think it'll be a good way for you to work those arms before the game.
Uh and...."

As Michelle continued, I noticed Adam in the corner of my eye reading one
of the Main Event signs posted on the walls. He was studying it with such
intensity that he didn't even notice me when I walked up beside him.

"You're really thinking about this game huh?" I asked.


"No...of course not," Adam replied. "I mean, how can I? I already made up
my mind."

"Adam, I know you wanna play. And I know you understand just how
important it is," I replied.

Adam looked down as I continued.


"You're captain of the football team. You can't just not play. The
team...the school...a lot of people are counting on you" I continued.
"You have to do this for them. But mostly, you have to do it for
yourself."

"And what if I don't wanna do it for me?" Adam asked, turning around.
"Then what?"

"What about me...would you do it for me?" I asked.

I hated to sound so....well cheap bringing something like that up. I told
myself I didn't want to be that person. The person that guilts the people
they love into doing things for them.

"For you.....?" Adam strayed.


He turned back around and stared at the poster again before turning back
to me.

"Okay...for you, I'll do it," Adam replied, smiling.


I hadn't expected him to agree, but he had and I was happy. Happy for
Adam and what this meant.

"Guys....help!" Alex shrieked, as Michelle piled yet another book atop
his arms.

Adam and I laughed as we rushed over to help Alex from dropping them all.

"Oh come on, take off the skirt, grandma!" Michelle snorted.

***********************************************************************

Well, after my part was done, all that was left was for Adam to do his.
Win the game and play well enough to get a scholarship.

Krystal and Jade helped me spot the scouts in the stands during the game.
I only hoped that they spotted Alex and Adam as two people worthy of
scholarships.

Of course, I wasn't expecting the game to tie. And because it went over
time, the tiebreaker game was going to be played tomorrow. The game that
decided which school got their pick of bands for prom as well as the
honor of winning period.

Understandably, both Adam and Alex were nervous. They both had done well
throughout the game, but it was almost like something was keeping them
from playing their best.

I figured I knew what Adam's problem was, but Alex was still a mystery to
me. I was going to have to talk to him about it later.

Being Friday night however, my parents had decided to go out for the
evening, and I'd convinced my dad to keep my mom out late. They'd been
working hard all week and they deserved a break.

Adam's mom was out of town again, which just left Adam and I.

I was in my room catching up on all the Real World episodes I'd missed
while Adam had been in the tub, taking an hour long bath filled with
Epsom salt to relax his muscles. After the game he played, I wouldn't be
surprised if he'd used the whole box.

When I first saw Adam enter my room, I couldn't help but to notice how
cute he looked with his hair all wet the way it was.

He was wearing nothing but a tank top and some black boxer briefs and had
a towel wrapped around his neck.

I was actually surprised that Adam had even come into my room. It had
been a while since Adam had come to talk to me. I was always the one
starting conversations with him and coming to him.

But when he did come into the room, wanting to give him my full
attention, I turned off the t.v. and sat up.

Adam walked over and sat in my computer chair, which was opposite my bed,
after he'd shut the door.

"Did that stuff work?" I asked.


"Perfectly," Adam replied. "I feel like I'm ready to play ten more
games."

I smiled.


"Well that's good."

There was a silence after that and looking over at Adam, it almost looked
as though there was something he wanted to tell me.

"Adam.."

"I held back," Adam replied.

I didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but I figured he'd tell me.

Adam looked awfully uncomfortable. Like he wanted to tell me but at the
same time didn't.

"I"m still...afraid...of...."

He stopped.

I got up and walked over to him, sitting on the very edge of the bed,
close enough to him.

"I killed a guy."

"Adam..."


"I mean....that's bad....but...it's like, I'm thinking in the back of my
mind that....as long as I did it to protect you, it's okay," Adam
replied. "And I don't know if I'm supposed to be thinking like that. I
mean, shooting anyone is bad right?"

I didn't know what to say. Obviously, shooting a person is bad. But it
was an accident what had happened. And even still, if it wasn't, Adam was
protecting me.

"That's what those shrinks want me to accept. That's it's not my
fault.....but my hand was on the trigger....and..."

I reached over to Adam and put my hand on his shoulder, and was surprised
when he didn't move away.

Instead Adam just looked into my eyes and I stared right back into his
green ones.


"Adam....I understand, okay. We all do. No one blames you, least of all
me."

It was weird, but somewhere in me felt that that was what Adam had been
needing to hear. Not that this wasn't his fault, but that I didn't blame
him for what he did. That I understood it.

I knew how much Adam hated looking weak in front of me. How much he hated
me seeing him upset. And I'm sure he felt that me seeing him kill Justin
must have made me angry or something.

But now Adam knew, and I could tell he felt better. He even looked
better.

"I never stopped loving you," Adam spoke.

He was staring at me with such intensity, I felt like melting before him.

"I love you."

I didn't even know what was happening, but next thing I know, Adam was
leaning forward and a second later, our lips touched.

At first the kiss was gentle and sweet, but a moment later it turned
something fierce and we were both kissing each other as if we were making
up for lost time.

Adam didn't put up much of a fight where his tongue was concerned and
allowed my own tongue to overtake his and enter his mouth, where I felt
his and his teeth and everything in it.

We must have kissed for a good five minutes before we both broke off the
kiss.


"I told myself that I wanted my first time to be special," I spoke. "I
mean, I know we've...before....but not since the accident."

Adam said nothing, but instead walked over to the light switch and dimmed
it then walked back over to me and led me over to the bed where he gently
placed me at the top of it and gently got on top of me.

He dived back in to kiss me, but this time the kissing was less fierce.
It was a slow kiss. A kiss we both meant and wanted each other to feel.

I could feel Adam's hands moving under me while my own hands caressed his
back.

I wanted to take things slow, but at the same time, I wanted Adam so bad,
I was doing everything I could to keep from ripping his clothes off.

I felt Adam lifting himself off of me. He didn't get off of me
completely. Instead he pulled his tank off of his chest and leaned back
over me, this time over my neck, where he started to gently kiss and lick
around.

I rubbed Adam's naked back as he continued to pleasure my sensitive neck.
I'd always thought I was ticklish when it came to that area, but with
Adam, all I felt was pure pleasure.

Once again, Adam lifted off of me, this time to unbutton the buttons on
my shirt. The whole time, Adam stared into my eyes while doing it, which
he did very slowly.

Once he had it unbuttoned he didn't take it off, but instead started
kissing at my neck again. He didn't stay at my neck long as he slowly
started down my lower neck and upper chest.

He worked his way over to my right nipple and started to suck on it
lightly before doing the same to the left one.

I really wasn't sure what I was supposed to be doing exactly. I knew
nothing about sex and the only sex I'd seen was when we all got together
and watched all the porn Michelle had gotten for Adam.

And even that hadn't been enough to inform me of what my part was. I felt
like Adam was doing all the work while I couldn't do anything to return
to favor.

Adam was doing a great job, however, and all thoughts of me doing
anything at all were lost once Adam leaned back and sat me up with him.

He stretched out his legs and pulled me between them, keeping me up
facing him.

He immediately started kissing me again and this time it was more
passionate, which I returned. While I rubbed Adam's smooth and clean
back, Adam rubbed my own back through my unbuttoned shirt before finally
pushing the shirt off my back with his hands and letting it fall to the
bed.

Adam went back to kissing my neck but with me now facing him upright, I
also started kissing his neck. We did this for a few minutes before Adam
set me back down gently and instead of meeting me back up at my neck or
chest, he remained down by my pants.

I watched as he slid his hand inside my loose sweats and played with my
raging hard on. I'm sure my dick was as hard as it was gonna get and with
Adam squeezing it gently, it was making it worse.

A moment later, I felt Adam lifting me slightly as he worked the sweats
off of my legs and then removed my own black boxer briefs.

My cock popped straight into the air.

Adam looked up at me and grinned before lowering his head and placing his
warm mouth over the head of my dick, not the whole thing.

The sensation from having his mouth covering my pulsating dick was
incredible and I let out a small moan.

Adam took that as his cue to go down further and put more of my dick into
his mouth. He took a little more than half of it into his mouth before he
started to suck at it slowly.

I closed my eyes and just let out another moan as Adam continued to suck
me off. As he started going faster, I grabbed his wet hair and held on to
his head as he sucked me off.

It felt so good and I was almost ready to cum.

I guess Adam sensed it, because he slowly let my dick out of his mouth
and started licking my body all the way until he got back up to my lips
and kissed me again for a few moments before  sitting up.

"Your turn, sexy," Adam grinned before, switching places with me.

Adam pulled off his own boxers and threw them aside as I got into
position.

I had to admit, I was excited this night had finally come. I'd dreamed
about doing this with Adam again, and now, I was actually doing it!

I wasted no more time and went straight to work on Adam's hard cock.

Adam certainly lived up to his Latin roots as he was mumbling all kinds
of things in Spanish as I sucked him off.

Unlike Adam, I couldn't tell if he was about to cum or not but I didn't
have to as Adam suddenly pulled me off of his dick and sat up, holding my
hands in his.

"I wanna go further with you," he said, soothingly. "But if you're not
ready..."


"No...I want you to," I replied.

Adam smiled before kissing me slowly and deeply and plopping himself off
the bed.

"In that case, stay here," he replied. "I got a couple of things I gotta
get."

I watched as Adam, still naked, ran across the hall to his room, leaving
me alone.

I shot up and lit a couple of candles and put on some music before Adam
came back and shut the door.

In Adam's hands I saw the two things I knew he was going to bring back.
Condoms, and lube.

Adam led me back on to the bed and kissed me again, before sitting up and
opening the condom package.

"I'll go slow," he said, as he placed the condom on his dick.

While he did that, I instinctively, after having watched all those porn
videos, put some of the lube in the crack of my ass.

I thought I'd put on enough but when Adam laughed at me and told me to
put just a little bit more and to make sure I rubbed it in deep, I did.

"Okay," Adam spoke.

I turned around and sat up, leaning a bit off the bed as Adam got over my
body and got into position.


"Here goes," he said.

I wasn't sure what it was going to feel like but all I knew was that I
wanted it. Although, as soon as I felt Adam's cock entering my ass, I was
starting to rethink my decision just a little.

It hurt like fucking hell! Fortunately, Adam only shoved in a little at a
time before he'd wait a while and shove in some more.

And after only about ten minutes or so, I got used to having something in
my ass and it didn't hurt nearly as much.

By the time Adam had all of himself in me, I was holding on to the bed as
he started to go in and out faster and faster until he was working up
sweat. He wasn't pounding me like some maniac but he certainly did know
how to fuck a person!

Adam was moaning and grunting while I was moaning as well.

"Shit" Adam exclaimed.

I felt him pull out of my ass after a while and take off the condom as he
started jacking off. He'd gotten the condom off just in time as a
fountain of cum started to spurt from his hard dick. After about five or
so spurts, Adam was spent and collapsed on top of me, panting like he'd
just been playing a game of football for hours.

"Okay...your turn," Adam managed to say.

I was surprised when Adam got into position, ready for me to do to him
what he'd just done to me.

I was nervous and excited at the same time.

I grabbed some of the lube and lubed Adam's ass up before sticking my
dick into Adam just as slow as he'd done me. Adam didn't wince or wiggle
in pain like I'd done, and I knew it was because he was used to sex.

I went the same speed as Adam but didn't last half as long before I too
had to cum. I let myself cum all over my sheets, just as Adam had done,
before the two of us fell next to each other on the bed, panting like a
couple of dogs on a hot day.

We stayed there for a few minutes before Adam smiled and kissed me.


"Sorry about the sheets," he said.

"Yeah, well it was time to change em anyway," I replied.

Adam laughed.

"Oh....you got some...uh..cum in your hair," I spoke.

Saying that suddenly made me remember something. A time when Adam and I
had sex before. Not the first time, but another time when he'd gotten
some in his hair.

"How'd I do?" Adam asked.

"I rate this first time an A plus for effort," I laughed.

"Damn, I took that bath for nothing then," Adam spoke, sitting up. "Wanna
go get cleaned up?"

I smiled at him.


"Sure, but no funny stuff mister. You still got a game to win tomorrow."

I guess the both of us had a lot of things to talk about now. Obviously
we were back together, I hoped we were back together.

It was what I wanted and what I knew Adam wanted.

But there was still Vanessa........

"I'll start the water...you change those sheets of yours," Adam spoke.

"If you didn't cum so much!" I called after him.

This was nice. Adam and I were back together again!

***********************************************************************

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