Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 19:19:56 EST
From: Madasonaysha@aol.com
Subject: I Hate Anthony chapter 5 Gay-High school / Gay- Interracial

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			     "I HATE ANTHONY"
			     By Maddy A. Dante

		       CHAPTER FIVE : JACKY'S METHOD

  Everything felt like it was spinning out of control. The past couple of
days for Brian had been beyond strange.  First he gets partnered up on  a
writing assignment with the one person he would rather see drop off the
face of the earth, then there was the whole incident on his porch.   He
wondered just what in the hell did Anthony think he was doing showing up
that night and why  he ran away once he saw him.  Then there was that
whole business with Jacky.  For the life of him, Brian did not know what
was wrong with him.  The vibes he would feel around him left him both
confused and feeling unsure of himself.  Sometimes he would catch Jackson
staring at him and that bemused and intrigued him.  But, Jacky was his
friend and that's all that he wanted him to be.  Right? The level of
Jacky's weirdness hit a high point when he called Brian  early that
Saturday morning.  He told him that he forgot to invite all of their
other friends over so it would have to be just the two of them.  Brian
tried to protest, saying that he could get still get everyone together,
but Jacky told him not to.  He said that he didn't really feel like
hanging out with a group of people anyway and made up some story about
his parents not wanting more than two of his friends over so that
wouldn't be fair to everyone else.  Brian thought about calling at
least Riley anyway, but knew that he wasn't up for hanging out.
Riley had been having a lot of problems at home and Brian didn't want
to bother him.  Brian knew that he should have been the one to invite all
of their   friends to hang out at Jacky's like he had planned, but he
had been too busy with homework and never got around to it.  That's
when Jacky so valiantly volunteered to call everyone.  Evidently, as he
claimed, Jacky had also forgotten, but he still thought that the two of
them should hang out anyway. Everything inside of Brian was telling him
not to go, but he didn't want to offend his friend, so he went.
Butterflies and all.


  As Brian sat on the bus the lead him across town, the anxiety and
nervousness that he was feeling only grew stronger and stronger with each
passing minute.   He had this feeling that something big was about to
happen.  Call it intuition, but he was sure that something was going to
go down, he just didn't know if it was going to be something
good...or bad.   Brian hoped that he wouldn't run into Carlos, who
lived in the house next door to Jackson.  If it was one person in the
world that he hated even more than Anthony, it had to be Carlos.  Brian
had never given anyone a reason not to like him, especially Carlos.  It
was Carlos who had been the one to steal Brian's best friend away
from him, not the other way around.  At the time Brian didn't think
that anything or anyone could come between him and Anthony, how wrong he
had been.  It was like Carlos enjoyed making Brian suffer.  No matter
what he would do, Brian could never manage to avoid Carlos's wraith.
If he saw Carlos walking down the hallway, he would cast his eyes down to
the floor, not even daring to look his way.  Carlos would laugh at him
anyway and start in with the jokes.  Jokes about his choice of clothes,
his sneakers, his hair and whatever else minuscule flaw that  he found.
Carlos had always hated him, even when  they were younger.  Even when he
had still been friends with Anthony, Carlos was mean to him, but it was
always when Anthony wasn't around.  Brian would always tell Anthony
about it after each time it happened.  He would always tell Brian not to
worry about it and like a fool he believed him.  He thought that his
Beetle would never let anything bad happen to him.  All the faith and
hope that he had put into Anthony had been proved wrong that day he let
Carlos and those other boys pick on him.  Even now years later he could
still remember the smile on Anthony's face as he walked past.  He
could remember the small trace of freckles that ran across Anthony's
nose and how it crinkled as he smiled passing him.  He never got the
chance to ask Anthony why he didn't help him that day and he probably
never would.  Anthony was a part of his past, something that he should
have long forgotten about.  It was just every now and then thoughts of
Anthony would surface inside of him and Brian never understood why they
still would after all of the time that had past.

  Jacky lived in a large house in the nicer section of the city.
Although the city as a whole could be classified as a ghetto, Jacky's
neighborhood was rather pleasant.   Brian was a little envious of the
life that Jackson had.  He wasn't jealous, he just wished that he had
the family that Jacky had.  Jackson's parents had been together for
close to twenty-five years and Jackson may have been their only child,
but he had a large amount of cousins and other relatives whom he was
close to.  Brian often longed to be apart of a close-knit family, instead
of it just being him and his mother.  Brian walked up the walkway towards
Jacky's house, pausing at the foot of the porch steps.  Something was
telling him to turn right back around and go home, but he couldn't do
that.  He couldn't just ditch his friend like that, it wasn't in
his nature.  He tentatively reached out a brown hand and rung the bell.
He waited a few minutes before ringing the bell again.  No one was
answering and relief washed over him.  He took that as a sign to go home,
but decided to ring the bell one last time.   There was still no answer.
Brian had just turned around to head down the steps when the front door
was thrown open.  There stood Jacky, with a small white towel wrapped
around his waist in all of his glory.   Jackson may have been half black,
but his skin was a lightly olive tone and held a pinkish glow to it
giving the appearance of a full Italian heritage.  His round dark brown
eyes had an almost girlish appearance with his long curly eyelashes, but
there was nothing feminine about him.   It just slightly softened his
looks.  Brian tried not to stare at Jackson's well-formed body, but
it was hard not to.  He stood tall at a little over six feet and his body
was muscularly cut without looking overdone.  Brian's eyes followed
the droplets of water that trickled down Jackson's chest, slowly
passing his brightly rose colored nipples.   The chill from the late fall
weather had hardened them and Brian had to turn away so he wouldn't
stare.   He tried not to think the thoughts that he once had, but he was
fighting a losing battle.  He and Jacky were friends and only friends,
but that didn't stop Brian from daydreaming.

"Hey man! Sorry bout that, I was in the shower."  Jackson said as
he moved a little to the left so Brian could come in.  Brian had been to
Jackson's house only a handful of times so he was a little unsure if
he should just go and sit in the living room while Jackson went upstairs
to change.  He just stood at the entrance of the living room watching as
Jacky jogged up the stairs towards his bedroom.  Each tightly muscled
calf flexed up and down with the pressure of Jackson's movements.
`Stop that!' Brian scolded to himself.  Jackson called for him to
come up to his room and what Brian saw when he got there made him turn
his back away shyly.  There stood Jackson, naked as the day he was born
grinning widely at Brian.  Brian's face suddenly became consumed with
heat and if he had been a few shades lighter, the awkwardness he was
feeling would have shown on his face.

"Umm... My bad.  I didn't know that you were...um..." Brian
mumbled.  It was hard for him to complete a sentence.  Jackson laughed at
his discomfort, wrapped the towel back around himself and took a step
closer to him.  Brian didn't know what Jackson's was doing, but
whatever it was it freaked him out.  Jacky's body pushed up closely
on Brian's and a thrill ran through both of them.  Jacky stood back
and wrapped the towel back around him in hopes of hiding his oncoming
excitement.  He leaned over him with his shoulder pushing into
Brian's.   He did it in such a manner that if anyone had been
watching them from a far, it would have looked like an intimate
embrace.  Brian thought that he was leaning in for a kiss and he
panicked.   He wondered if he was ready for that.  He could smell the
fresh soap, Ivory Spring he thought, radiating of Jacky's body.  The
nape of his neck glistened with little translucent soap bubbles that slid
down his back and onto his legs.  The hairs on his legs looked extremely
dark as the water made each follicle shine. Brian's body tensed up as
Jackson's continued to press up closely to his.  They weren't
touching, but close to it.   Jacky could feel the short puffs of breath
coming from Brian and onto his skin.  Brian could feel his hot breath
bouncing off of Jacky's shoulder and back onto his face.  Jacky's
bare chest gilded over Brian's jacketed front.   His face was at eye
level with the pulse point of his neck and Brian fought the urge to lean
up and kiss it.  `Stop that!' He yelled at himself again.  Brian
could see, as well as feel Jackson's very long and semi erect penis
that was resting against his thigh imprinted through the small towel.
Jackson's strong olive toned  arm reached just past Brian's neck
and both of them tensed.  Jackson's hand reached up
and...pushed... his bedroom door closed.  Brian let out a small
sigh of relief and Jackson pulled back and looked at him questionably.

"Are you okay?"  He asked Brian who had turned his gaze outward
toward the open bedroom window.  It was late fall and the weather was
frigidly chill.  At that moment a gust of cold wind came fluttering
through and the curtains blew up almost as if they were warning Brian to
leave.  Jackson rubbed his hands up and down his arms trying to warm
himself up, but made no attempts to cover up right away.  Brian looked
over at the window across the way and into the bedroom that was next
door.  You could clearly make out who was in there since the distance
between the two houses wasn't great. There is where he saw Carlos and
his former best friend and current enemy, engaging in what looked like a
battle of wits in a video game.  Brian moved out of sight of the window
so in case Anthony happened to look over, he wouldn't see him.

"Yeah, I'm fine.  It's a little cold in here though.
Aren't you cold?"  He asked Jackson who smirked in reply and went
to close the window.  Just as it was halfway to the point of closure,
the annoying voice of Carlos could be heard.

"AYE YO! WHAT'S UP KID? YOU WANT TO COME OVER AND HELP ME WHOPP
ANT'S ASS IN GRAND TURISMO?" Carlos yelled from his bedroom
window.  Jackson looked back at Brian and rolled his eyes.  He didn't
care too much for Carlos either, but they had managed to always get along
fine.  Brian  pulled his eyes away from the bare, firm, tan colored
cheeks of Jackson's backside just in the nick of time before getting
caught.  Or so he thought.

"I CAN'T! I HAVE A FRIEND OVER!  Jackson replied.

"WHO?"   He was unsure of how to answer that question.  Jackson
was aware that Carlos and Brian didn't get along and he didn't
want to alert Carlos of Brian's presence so he bypassed the question.

"JUST A BUDDY FROM SCHOOL.  I GOTTA GET DRESSED NOW, I'LL HOLLA
AT YOU LADA".

"A'IGHT! LADA KID!" Carlos replied.  Jackson closed the
window, but left it open just a crack.  He loved how the cool
afternoon's air would dry his skin.  He had invited Brian over
because he wanted to get him alone.  He wanted to talk to him about how
he was feeling, but he was too afraid to admit his thoughts to anyone,
let alone someone who he was friends with. The trick was, getting the
courage to follow through with his plan.  His plan was to see how Brian
would react to certain things that he would do.  Already things were
going just the way he had hoped.  He knew that Brian thought that he was
about to kiss him.   He took the fact that Brian hadn't move away as
a good sign.  If anything, Brian just stood there waiting to see if it
would happen.  He caught Brian staring at his body more than once and he
thought that maybe Brian was `curious' too.  Jacky would have to
find a way to make him make the first move.  That way if anything went
wrong, the blame wouldn't be on his shoulders.

  Jacky threw on a pair pajama bottoms and nothing else.  It was a
Saturday so why bother with getting dressed he thought to himself.  He
turned to face Brian who stood close to the door with his eyes glued on
the floor.   Brian hadn't took more than three steps into the bedroom
since walking in.  This wasn't the first time that he had been in
there, but it felt like it.   All of a sudden everything that was old
just appeared to be new.  Brian was staring at things that he had seen a
thousand times and never took an interest in before that day.  Jackson
could plainly see the discomfort of his friend and felt bad about it.  He
knew he was deliberately causing it and he knew that he should stop.
Jackson wasn't the manipulative type as it was and he especially
didn't want to be that way towards someone he considered a good
friend.  It was just he HAD to see how things would play out.  Jacky sat
on his bed and patted the space next to him for Brian to sit down.  Brian
still had on his army surplus jacket and sat down uncomfortable next to
him.  The feeling of weirdness and awkwardness that he had felt all
morning had only deepened.  Brian's intuition kicked in high gear and
he just knew that something wasn't all together right.

"So what do you want to do today?" Brian asked him, looking at
the posters of rappers and athletes in the bedroom rather than at Jacky
himself.  Jackson smirked at the thoughts that were running through his
head, but tried to push them away.

"Oh, I don't know, what did you have in mind?"  He replied
and Brian looked into his eyes briefly before looking away.  Familiar
feelings were coming back and Brian didn't want them to.  He was
happy with how things were between them and he didn't want things to
get complicated.   If his crush returned that would cause too much
conflict and confusion for him and that was something that he did not
want nor need.  Jackson placed his hand on Brian's thigh for a moment
causing him to jump up and off the bed startled.  From the outside,
Jackson looked at Brian questionably, but from the inside he was
smiling.  He knew what he was doing and despite his resolve not to, he
just couldn't pass up the opportunity.  His guilt began to fade as
anticipation of what could happen consumed him.  Embarrassed by his
reaction, Brian quickly thought of something to divert attention away
from his actions.

"Hey, when did you get this?" Brian asked as he picked up a small
white sea shell of the window sill.  It was one of those shells that
people always put up to their ear, pretending they could hear the ocean,
but knowing they weren't really hearing anything.  It was a stupid
thing to do, but it was the only thing he could think of.  Jackson
smirked as he walked over and took the sea shell out of  his hands.
Their fingers touched at that moment and lingered before Brian pulled
them back and put them inside of his army jacket pockets.  Brian had a
nervous habit of twiddling his fingers when he was anxious about
something and everyone who was close to him knew that.  Although Jacky
couldn't see if he was doing that for sure, he just knew that he
was.  Jackson stepped closer to Brian and they were just inches away from
each other.  Brian looked away and then back into Jacky's dark black
eyes.  They were close enough to be kissing.

"The shore." Jackson replied.  He knew that Brian could care less
about some stupid sea shell.  It was his lame attempt at a diversion that
Jackson didn't buy. Brian could feel and smell Jacky's freshly
mint scented breath blow down into his face.  A deep stirring inside of
his pants could be felt.  Timidly, at first Brian brought his gaze up.
Towards Jackson's well defined stomach and past his dark pink nipples
and into the coal black eyes that at one time set of a fire inside of him
that he never thought could be put out...but it did go out.  He just
didn't feel that way anymore.  True, old habits die hard, but
eventually they did go away.  That didn't stop Brian from wanting to
kiss him though.   He was after all a sixteen year old male, he would
have kissed almost anything just for the affection.  Jackson rested the
shell back down on the window sill and inched his way closer.   Brian
made no attempt to move away.  His eyes never left  Jackson's.
`Should I just do it?' Jacky asked himself.  Closer his face
leaned down to meet Brian's who's face was unconsciously leaning
upwards.  Slowly their faces inched closer and closer until their lips
had touched.  Both of their eyes stayed open.  Looks of confusion and
fear ran across both of their faces. Neither was sure who's tongue
ventured into the others mouth first, but it didn't stay long. The
kiss wasn't passionate or anything that would be considered sexy, but
it was still a kiss.  It was over too fast for either to fully understand
what the true meaning of their kiss meant.  As they broke apart from the
kiss,  the smacking of their departing lips could be heard as everything
else in the room was silent.  Neither knew what to say to the other and
neither knew what they wanted to hear.  Everything had happened to
quickly to process.


"What just happened?" Brian asked.  His body was hot to the touch
and he took of his  dark green army jacket leaving him a white cotton
polo shirt and sweat pants.  The heavy denim of the jacket was
constricting.  He began to pace around the bedroom with his eyes  locked
onto Jackson's.  He couldn't believe that they had just kissed.
`Why did that just happen?'  He asked himself.  With each passing
day, things just were getting stranger and stranger around him.

"I don't know! Shit!  What just happened?" Jackson replied.
He was elated by what had happened, but also bothered because Brian
didn't seem to feel the same way.  He didn't look happy.  If
anything Brian looked worried.   The anxiety on his face was etched only
with unease.  Jacky only hoped that he hadn't just messed up one of
the best friendships that he had, but he knew that things had changed.

"I don't know...this is too weird, man too weird!"  Brian
said as he kept pacing back and forth in  the bedroom, his feet leaving
prints on the carpet.  Jackson stood by his window resting his hands on
the window sill unsure of what had just occurred.  He thought that if he
kissed Brian all the answers would come, but he was only left with more
questions.  He ran his hands through his closely cropped dark curly hair
and closed his eyes to gather his thoughts.  None came to mind.  He
suddenly felt hot and the air in his room was constricting.  He threw
open his bedroom window in search of fresh air.  The cold air rushing on
to him, hardening his nipples once again.  He stared off in space hoping
that would help him find the clarity that he needed to think.  The wind
speed had picked up and his dark royal blue curtains blew wildly past
him.  He looked down into his backyard at the browning grass trying to
think of a way to clean things up.  The silence in the room was
quiet...deafening almost.

"I think you kissed me." Jacky said.  Brian turned around and
glared at him.  He would take shit from people that he didn't care
too much for, but he would never take crap from a friend.

"I KISSED YOU? NO...WE KISSED, BUT I DEFINETLY DID NOT KISS
YOU!"  He yelled using hand motions pointing  rapidly between Jacky
and then himself.  Jackson looked away.  He knew that there was no point
in denying it.

"Well, maybe we did kiss, but what does that mean?  Are we
gay?"   He asked.  To Brian, he looked beautiful standing by the open
window, dark royal blue curtains flowing past Jackson who stood only in
pajama bottoms.  Hunched over and his face turned away from Brian,
Jackson was in a  panic.  He squeezed his bare toes into the carpet to
help relieve the some of the tension that he felt, but it didn't
help.  His darkly colored eyebrows furrowed in confusion and fear. `I
can't tell him that.' Brian said to himself as he prayed that the
familiar feelings would stay away.   He walked over to Jackson and looked
into his eyes and smiled.

"One half ass kiss doesn't make you gay." Brian told him.  He
didn't want to admit to Jacky that he was gay so he danced around the
question by making a joke out of it.  Jackson turned around and looked
gratefully at him.  He couldn't help but to notice Brian's beauty
once again.  Jacky didn't feel altogether "gay", but at that
moment there was no one, boy nor girl, who were as beautiful as Brian was
to him, no one.  It was Brian's dark brown skin that Jacky thought
held the most beauty.  The rich and smoothness of it's texture drove
him crazy to the point where Jacky couldn't resist touching him
again.  He reached out one hand and stroked Brian's cheek slowly.
Brian looked up at him frightened only to be greeted with Jacky's
broad grin.

"Half ass?  I'll have you know that I'm a great kisser."
Jackson said teasingly.  Brian  instantly felt at ease again and was in
the mood for some witty banter.  He was glad that some of the tension was
gone and they could go back to being playful.

"Sure you're right...you're the best!"  Brian said  with
false enthusiasm as he began to laugh.  His laughter was cut off when
Jackson came out of no where and embraced him a tight squeeze and laid
the most passionate of kisses on him.  Brian was too stunned to
immediately respond so he didn't at first.  He was afraid at what
kissing Jacky again meant, but curiosity as to what it could lead to got
to him.  It was the first kiss for both with another boy and it
was...it was...beyond words.   Before they knew it, they were
making out, full fledged making out.  Hands roaming, tongues stroking,
they were consumed with each other.  Jackson was in heaven.  He felt
total happiness and peace with Brian.  Brian didn't know what he
felt.  A part of him was thrilled with what was happening.  But, another
part was telling him that it was wrong.  Jackson was his friend and
that's how things should have stayed, but now things had changed .
Things were different now and not necessarily for the better.  The
apprehension that Brian had felt was slowly pushed aside to feelings of
lust that lay inside of every sixteen year old male.   Jackson and Brian
didn't think about what the ramifications of their actions would be.
They didn't think about how their friendship would be affected.  They
would think of that later. Their only thoughts were of  the desire that
at that moment they were consumed in.  Confusion lay in the air, present
with every wondering hand and stroking tongue, but both of them ignored
that fact.  Now was not a time for worries, only the enjoyment of their
kisses were felt.  The wind blew the curtains past both of their faces as
they were oblivious to the world around them.   Oblivious to two dark
green eyes glaring at them with heart-ache and longing from a window
across the way, in the house next door.  A single tear threatened to fall
from one of those evergreen eyes, but that urge was suppressed along with
other desires that should never be brought out in the open.  Things had
changed and not necessarily for the better....

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