Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2006 22:47:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brandon Canty <freakythug08@yahoo.com>
Subject: Black Love on the Court Chapter 6

		@~~{~~~ Black Love on The Court~~~}~~@ ~*~

	     Copyright 2006 by the author, all rights reserved

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     Sorry everyone for the hold up, there are not enough excuses in the
world to justify the fact that I haven't posted in six monthes. I just got
a new job and a new boyfriend, finals, colleges, and just been plain
busy. The bad part about it is that I already had this chapter written, I
was just to busy and neglected to post. But I promise you that the chapters
will come flowing in, just as they used to. Thanks!!

                          *FLASHBACK*

"Will Tyshawn Williams please report to the deans office immediately!" I
stood up, embarrassed as hell, and walked off to the dean's office.
     As I walked up the stairs everyone, including Hilary, starred at me. I
thought to myself `how could this day get any worse' as I walked towards
the door marked "DEANS". Before I could open the door, I saw Steven's
father charging towards my way shouting, "You better not be Ty!"

                          *FLASHBACK*

     My stomach sank all the way down to the floor.  I could not move; I
was frozen like a deer caught in head lights.  All I could think about at
that moment was how much I would miss my mom, walking, breathing,
shit... living because I just knew that when he reached me, I was a goner.

 "Are you the famous Ty?" he spat at me, along with a shower of spit to
make matters worse.

     Again, I was speechless.  I just blankly starred at him as if he was
Death itself taken on by a human form, here to take me away into the
flaming pits of Hell.  After a while he realized that he wasn't going to
get an answer from me so he pushed me aside and entered the Dean's office.
As soon as he did, all feeling came back to my body and my brain snapped
out of panic mode.  I took a deep breath and stepped into the room.
Steven's father turned to look at me with nothing but utter disgust.

"Oh yeah now yo dumb ass can move, you faggot" he shouted at me, so loud I
thought Hilary could hear him "Answer me gay boy!" he continued.
"Mr. Martin please sit down and be quiet, yelling at him is not going to
make this situation any better.  Please let's all just be adults here and
act our age." Dean Cannon said.

"Don't you tell me to shut up, I got a right to voice my opinion." Steven's
father yelled.

     I glanced over to look at Steve and he looked bad.  He now had two
black eyes and a fat lip.  His pretty baby blue shirt was now stained with
red blood but the most painful thing about his appearance was the look in
his eyes.  The look of betrayal.  A look I never would have imagined would
have been brought on by me.  I felt so low at that moment I didn't know
what to do.  The boy who was not only considered as my boyfriend but also
my best friend hated me now.  He has to hate me and I don't blame him.
Then I shifted my eyes over to Antoine who looked as though he thought the
whole scene was quite funny.  That really showed me that he wasn't nothing
but an ignorant ass.  Now I see why girls complain so much about dudes.
Then I realized that Steven's father had directed his attention my way once
again.

"Don't be starrin' at my son, that's how you probably turned him gay in the
first place" he said sarcastically.

"No the fuck he didn't and I would appreciate it if you would stop talking
to him like that." Steve shot back in my defense.

"I know you are not standing up for this fag boy!"Steven's father snapped
back.

"Yeah I am so do something about it asshole!" Steve shouted as he stepped
into his father's face.

     I was so blown away at this point.  I had so many different thoughts
rushing through my head.  I could have sworn that Steve hated me after what
I did.  But here he is defending my ass.  I felt so good to know that he
did not hate me.  But at the same time I thought he was a complete idiot
for challenging his father like that.  I mean didn't he learn from the
first black eye or does he have to get his bones broken before he realizes
that he can't win.  Now I'm angry that he would even put himself in such a
predicament such as this and risk being hurt even more than he has been
today.  I mean hasn't he gotten his ass whooped enough for one day?

"Boy you got some big balls to talk to me this way over some boy....some
fag who you let suck on your little dick all day...is this your boyfriend
son?" Mr. Martin asked in a very calm and sinister manner.

"So what if he is?  There's nothing you can do about it." Steven said
shakily after taking a deep breath

"Alright you guys, calm this down.  I don't want any trouble." Dean Cannon
said.

     And just after that was said, the first punch was thrown, this time
not be Mr. Martin, but by Steve himself.  His father fell to the floor hard
which made Antoine and I jump in our seats.  As soon as he hit the floor,
Steve was on top of him throwing punch after punch until Mr. Martin turned
the tables by landing a good one on Steve's jaw.  Steve staggered back but
approached his father again with all his might, trying to make sure that
his father goes down. . . for good.  All through the fight Dean Cannon was
yelling at both of them to get them to come to their senses.  After a while
and enough blood shed, Dean Cannon, Antoine, and I jumped in to stop the
nonsense.  Dean Cannon grabbed Mr. Martin and Antoine and I tried pulled
Steve away from his father.  Our efforts were useless because the brawl
went on.  And then they hit each other with a mutual punch and collapsed on
Dean Cannon's desk, breaking it as the fell.  When Mr. Martin fell, a small
silver hand pistol fell from his pant leg.  In the instant the gun hit the
floor, Mr. Martin, Dean Cannon, Steve, Antoine, and I all dove for the gun
with Steve being the winner.  And when Steve stood up he pointed the gun at
his father which had all of us scared.  Just then the door busted open and
there stood three strong security men in black suits, two police officers,
and Hilary standing right behind them.

"FREEZE! SON PUT THE GUN DOWN AND NOBODY WILL GET HURT!" shouted one
officer.

"Everyone remain calm, son please put the gun down. . . . it's not worth
it, whatever the trouble maybe." Hilary said in a very dignified manner.

     Steve shifted back and forth between the police and his father.  Then
he froze up and all he could do was look into my eyes.  I saw all the fear
and chaos raging in his eyes and I knew he would do something stupid if
someone didn't do something quick because he was hurt. . . .really hurt.
Just then one of Hilary's security men tackled him and had him in handcuffs
within seconds.

"No stop! He didn't do anything officers! You have the wrong guy!" I
shouted at them.

"Son he was the one with the gun when we approached the scene, we have to
take him." the first officer said.  Then he looked around the room and saw
the blood, turned over chairs, and the broken desk then he said "Oh my
Lord, what happened in here?"

"Officers arrest this man as well, he is mentally unstable and needs to be
put away" Dean Cannon said pointing to Mr. Martin who was panting with
rage.

"But Dean Cannon you can't them take Steve too.  That shit aint right cause
he didn't do anything.  He was defending me" I shouted.

"I know Ty and we will get this all taken care of, but as for right now he
has to be taken.  He was caught with the gun and the police can't do
anything but take him in.  At least until the find out if that gun was
registered or not." Dean Cannon tried to reassure me

     By this time they had handcuffed Mr. Martin and began to proceed out
of the door.  I could not breathe for some reason.  I was so overwhelmed
with what was going on.  I repeatedly shouted "let him go" as I followed
them out of the building.  This shit wasn't fair.  Steve did nothing!
Nothing what-so-ever!  As they walked I saw Steve begin to staggering and
trying to keep up.  That asshole must have hurt his leg or something.
Outside the police bent Steve over the car and began to pat him down to
make sure he didn't have anymore weapons on him before they put him in the
car.  I stood there and talked to him as the did

"Baby it'll be ok.  I'm will get you out so don't worry" I said.

"I aint worried. . . . . and you don't have to do that.  I don't need
anything from you." he spat back

"Dude...what are you talking about?  I want to get you out.  Do you wanna
go to jail?" I asked.

"If that means I'm away from you then yes." he said plain and simple.

"What?!  You were just defending me in there; you're going to jail because
of it!" I shouted.

"Yeah I wasn't about to let that man hurt you. . . .that's my job." he said
as he gasped because the police patted his groin.

"What? You're talking crazy now Steve.  I don't know what's wrong with
you." I said.

"What's wrong with me?  What's wrong with me?  You're the one who hurt
me.....you're the one who.....who....."

     And at that moment he collapsed and passed out on the ground.  I
yelled at the police, who were just standing there watching him, and told
them to get a fucking ambulance.  I dropped to the ground and held his head
in my hands and that's when I notice that his curly hair was soaked with
blood.  That man had beat him so hard that now he had a fucking concussion.
I knelt there slapping his face trying to get him to wake up.  The
ambulance arrived like five minutes later and lifted him up onto a
stretcher.  I told them that I wanted to ride in the back of the truck and
they told me that I couldn't because I wasn't family.  That pissed me off
royally.  They told me that they were taking him to Olympia hospital and
that I can meet him in the ER.

     I was so distraught and I did not know where to turn.  All I knew was
that I had to get to that hospital and fast.  I ran to the police but they
wouldn't offer me a ride and Dean Cannon had to apologize to Hilary for the
display she had to see here at this school.  The only one standing with me
in that parking lot was Antoine.  I turned and looked at him and he had
nothing but a big smile on his face.



Okay yall that was chapter six.  Seven is on the way and I must apologize
one more time for not posting.  My new email is Freakythug08@yahoo.com so
please let me know how you liked it.