Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 13:53:26 -0800 (PST)
From: drety yuiop <megalabray07@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Oakbridge" Chapter 11 Gay/highschool and Gay/interracial

You know the laws and rules so don't break them. This is a story of
almost pure fiction.

Authors note: This is my first story and although there is some sex
involved. This is not an erotic story. If that's what you're looking
for the find it some where else. This story is about teens of different
races. I am always open to your comments @ .... **Megalabray07@yahoo.com**

**Please read: Thanks to all you guys who wanted to help but, I have an
editor now. Also to answer what most emails ask: Enran and I are good
friends. In fact all the characters are really good friends. Some of the
events took place. All of the character descriptions are true. The places
are real, except the lake. Aww I know. It would be cool though. When you
email me introduce yourself, my mom always told me about manners. Please
its common courtesy.   **

Copyright Megalabray 2005

*************************Oakbridge*****************************

Last Time.....

I looked deeper into his eyes and saw sorrow. I saw his eyes begin to
water as well; he was slowly beginning to cry. As I saw the first tear
fall, I too bean to cry. What was bothering him so much, that he found me
this repulsive? I sat there thinking. He rolled away from me again.

I now knew what it was...

******Dre*****

Never again.............

Chapter 11: Truth or Dare

*********Dre**********

I will never let anyone I know go through what, he did. He was innocent,
he was good, he loved everyone. He was smart, had talent and always made
me laugh. He never wished hurt upon anyone. Why him God? Why must things
like that happened to people that are innocent, while the lunatics and
people who cause pain are left free? I do believe that everything happens
for a reason, but please God. Let him make it. That's all I want from
you, let him survive.

Enran was looking at me as if he had seen a ghost. He was just staring at
me. I do admit that it may have been a little weird to see someone like
me, close their eyes and pray on their knees, but it had to be done. I
was devastated by today, and what surprised me the most was it was like I
was the only one who knew. How couldn't anybody know about what happened?
Did they even care? That's what pissed me off the most; my friends came
to school as if it were a normal day. I knew all too well that it
wasn't. It was a day that should never be present in my mind, yet it
was.

It was one of the few days that I didn't smile. It surprised me how
oblivious, to the world around them, people could be.

For a while now Enran was looking at me. Now his eyes were full of
sorrow. They weren't sorry for the right person though. They were sorry
for me, not him. Not the boy who always made me laugh. My hommie for
life, until one of us dies and the other fades away.

All Enran could do is stare and weep, but in utter confusion. The only
reason I came was to let them know what they should've known already.
Let them hear what they should've heard already. Yet once again they
were clueless. I guess if it's not their hood they just don't care.
Today I will make them care. They will know that I might loose my best
friend.

"Enran lets go back to the campsite for a minute," I said getting off
of my knees from praying. "We can come back and talk personally later."
With that being said, I started to walk towards the campsite with my
flashlight illuminating the path in front, never even looking back to see
if I was being followed.

*******Gerald*********

Tyrell Is a cool guy, but I wasn't focused on him, I was focused on
Miguel. He and I went to get some wood together and not one word was
spoken. We would occasionally look the others way, but that was as far as
it went. Now we were setting up our tents, it was almost completely dark
outside. I was mad because I wanted to get a tent with Miguel, but Steve
decided to be the leader and pick every one's tents for them. Miguel and
I looked at each other when he did this, but didn't say anything for
fear of suspicion.

"Aye, who is that?" Steve said pointing to a moving flash light.

"It's Dre nigga." Miguel said pointing in the direction of the light.

I saw another figure behind Dre and recognized it to be Enran. "It's
Enran too." I said to no one in particular, but I managed to get a
glimpse of an already staring Miguel. He was concentrating on me,
observing every motion I did. I saw a smile creep from his beautiful,
pink small lips.

The light finally reached us and it was just as we thought, Dre and
Enran. Enran greeted everyone happily but Dre took no one's dap. He just
placed himself on a log, and sat in silence. I took that as a gesture and
took a seat on an adjacent log. Everyone else followed. Why I don't
know, but it felt as if Dre was about to let the weight of the world off
of his shoulders.

Enran, of course, took a seat next to Dre, who didn't seem to take
notice to Enran's presence. Tyrell took a seat on the log across from
mine. Now it was just Steve and Miguel left standing. I laughed realizing
the decision that they were obligated to make. They had to choose who to
sit by; their loves or their friends.

Miguel saw the dilemma they were faced with and let a smile escape his
mouth. Miguel and Steve began to slowly approach our little `Circle',
both of their faces towards the ground.  I looked around the circle to
see if I was the only one who noticed the situation at hand. Tyrell sat
smiling looking at Steve, Enran was grinning hard at them both, but Dre,
he just stared blankly at them, like he saw them but wasn't conscious to
what they were doing. His gaze seemed so transfixed on something. I bet
this gathering would finally explain all of Dre's actions. Miguel and
Steve looked up simultaneously, they saw everyone smiling, and must have
been embarrassed because they sat completely opposite from how everyone
expected it. Especially how I thought it would be. Instead of Steve
sitting next to Tyrell and Miguel next to me, it was Miguel next to
Tyrell and Steve next to me. Tyrell shook his head and looked at the dirt
and dry leaves under his foot. I looked at Steve and he shrugged is
shoulders. For a while it was silent; everyone was taking in the seating
arrangements, no one dared say a word to oppose it, because to do so
would be admitting your secret crush. The silence was broken by Enran,
who whole-heartedly laughed.

"Yall niggas is stupid," He said between laughs, looking from my side
to Tyrell's.

"What are you talking about nigga?" asked Steve, who already knew
exactly what Enran was referring to.

Enran looked at us again laughed even louder. Tyrell put his chin in his
hands, looking directly at Steve. Tyrell was becoming anxious, he began
to bounce his foot rapidly, and on more than one occasion he would
breathe a little louder than necessary. Steve stupid ass just kept on
pressing the matter.

"Why you laughing aint nothing funny nigga!" he said with a little
anger and annoyance.

Everyone then realized that Steve actually didn't get it, he didn't
know. Man was he dumb at times. Everyone shook their heads except Dre, of
course, and Tyrell; who kept looking at him without any facial
expression.

"Nothing man," Enran said, his laugh fading out.

Steve didn't accept that, he just had to have more.

 "Naw nigga, nothing my ass! This shit aint a game, and yet you keep on
laughing like a fucking idiot." Steve said standing up as if ready to
pick a fight with Enran again.

Enran face was now beyond anger, it was filled with annoyance and
resilience.

"Nigga, you're so fucking stupid!" Enran said in an anger that matched
Steve's. Only Enran looked to be beyond the point of anger. "What so
funny is how fucking dumb you can be. You know Gerald likes Miguel and
probably vice-versa, and your stupid ass is gonna sit next to Gerald so
that Miguel cant."

Steve looked towards Miguel, who was looking at me. Steve immediately sat
down knowing he was beaten. I looked at Miguel and his gaze quickly
shifted from me to his foot, which he was vibrantly shaking. Tyrell kept
his gaze on Steve, his face never changing. Dre, he just sat as if he had
heard nothing at all. That was what scared me. Not the fact that I was
just put on the spot, but the fact that Dre was a fucking zombie. He
wasn't normal and I wanted to know what was going on. Miguel looked up
at me and quickly followed my gaze. His face saddened, for he too, felt
the same way as I did.

"Man fuck this!" I heard Tyrell say. I quickly shifted my gaze towards
him. He stood up and was headed my way. I too stood up, knowing exactly
what he wanted. We both were headed in the direction opposite the other.
As we passed I heard him whisper a "thanks". I went and sat on the log
next to Miguel and Tyrell took my place next to Steve. Now things were
how they should be. Everyone noticed this and started to smile out of
happiness or acceptance, everyone that is, except Dre.

Dre was in his own parallel universe. It was like the world was nothing
to him anymore. The only thing present to him was his thoughts. Just the
dire look of concentration on his face was enough to put someone ill at
ease, and it was working. No one spoke a single word, not even Steve, and
his arrogance wasn't enough to break the remote silence caused by Dre.
One thing was for certain, everyone needed to know what as wrong with
Dre. Even Tyrell, who barely knew Dre for a week, took a liking to Dre.
Something needs to be said, and from the looks of it, it was up to me.

I stood up and my stare shifted towards the ground. I was searching in
side my self for the words to say. I suddenly felt everyone's eyes upon
me. I was the one who finally worked up the courage to do what no one
would.

"Dre," I began, knowing that I wouldn't get a response. Everyone was
looking towards me. Enran's stare was the only one upon Dre. "I don't
know what's going on. Hell I don't know why you're mad. I don't know
what's gotten into you. But what ever it is, FUCK IT!!" My last comment
drew Dre's attention, but briefly; his head lifted, only to be dropped
again.

I continued. "Dre you're the best when it comes to fighting, but a
fucking retard when it comes to emotions." Enran placed his hand on
Dre's back. Dre shuddered, but relaxed under Enran's touch. I saw this,
and it only seemed to give me more fuel and passion. "Look at you Dre,
your a fucking mess! You won't even let the love of your life touch you.
You ass, you won't even let anyone touch you without flinching. Dre we
love you. Everyone here loves you, even Tyrell. Everyone around you nigga
is hurting, why? Because of your stupid ass dre. Dre you're like
everyone's big brother. We all look up to you, even Steve and Tyrell. As
far as I'm concerned we all are brothers." As I said my last sentence I
finally looked up from the ground. Everyone's eyes were on mine. Dre's
eyes were on me as well.

He looked distraught, and when he got up his whole body shook, I felt an
aura from him that told me to sit down. He took two steps towards me and
hit me in the sides. I winced from the pain, I nearly fell over. Miguel
quickly got up to catch me. He helped me over to the log that we were
sitting on. I knew that he didn't hit me with all his might because that
would have seriously done some damage. What confused me was why he had
done it. This confused everyone around us, all eyes were confused and on
Dre. That's when Enran stood up and went over to Dre.

"Dre, son, why did you do tha..." Enran words were cut short, thanks to
yet another blow being delivered by Dre.

This one caught Enran in his gut. Tyrell stood up to go help Enran, I
wasn't sure of how well he could fight but I knew I was about to find
out. Tyrell walked up to Enran slowly, Dre swung and Tyrell jumped back
just in time for it to miss his face. Then Tyrell lunged towards Dre. His
speed was impressive, and the lengths of his arms were unbelievable. His
first swing connected with a surprised Dre. Dre fell back a step. He was
surprised by the length but I doubt that would happen again. I looked at
Steve; he and Miguel just sat there staying quiet. I figured I might as
well follow their example because they knew him better than anyone.

Tyrell swung twice and Dre easily dodge them and followed up with a
thunderous right hook. It was the first time that I heard a hit that
powerful. Tyrell instantly dropped his guards and caresses his now
swollen jaw. It was over. In a matter of minutes Dre managed to
physically hurt almost all of his close friends. I shook my head in
disapproval. The thing that confused me was Dre's eyes. Normally when
something is up, they'll change color. This time, they were normal. He
beat us like flies at a barbeque, without even getting mad. Maybe he
finally learned to control his temper and use it when needed.

I could tell by the way Dre just stood there and allowed everyone to
retreat that he wasn't mad. He just wanted to speak with out being
interrupted... That's when he said it, three words that pierced my heart,
and the way he said it, didn't help ease the pain. He hadn't spoken
nearly all day and I wish it would've stayed that way.

Dre had a sly smile on his face, and simply said "Truth or Dare"..



Authors note: Sorry guys but these chapters are getting too interesting
to reveal more. Let just say things are gonna get on the bright side.