Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2005 18:53:28 -0800 (PST)
From: drety yuiop <megalabray07@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Oakbridge" chapter 5 Gay/highschool and Gay/interracial

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**

Copyright Megalabray 2005

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

Last time...

"Nigga get the fuck off of me!" I said

"No dre let them fight. Don't you see, they're fighting for you!"
Gerald told me.

As I realized this, it hit me. They won't stop until the other backs
down. I know both of them, and neither one of them will back down. There
had to be a loser, and I predicted the loser to be Enran. I know I
couldn't intervene because it wouldn't be fair. Whose side do I take?
This was really fucked up...

Chapter 5: Decision Making

As I came back to reality I saw Enran backed against a wall, taking blows
from Steve. Enran's face was looking bad. He didn't have any scars but
blood was pouring from his nose. As I saw my friends being beaten, with
no hope of winning, this was turning into a one sided fight. Gerald saw
this as well. Now I was furious, only once have I felt this way, but
there was nothing I could do. Realizing this I stopped struggling from
Gerald.

He sensed this and released me. I almost dropped to the floor as he
released me from his hold. I was defeated with out even putting up a
fight. That's when it happened... The fighting all of a sudden stopped.
Enran was no longer conscious. He blacked out from Steve's hits. Steve
just up and left without even looking back.

I was too stunned to do anything. Gerald ran over to his new found
friend, and my boo, Enran. I was just sitting there, as if nothing
happened. I could have stopped it; I could have broken free from Gerald.
But I didn't, I just let Enran get beat up. Now because of me, the love
of my life is hurt and unconscious. Now Enran's head was in Gerald's
lap.

"Dre are you alright-?" Enran said barely awake. His voice just trailed
off.

Damn is this boy crazy stupid, or crazy in love just like me? He's the
one who blacked out, and he wants to know if I'm alright. I finally see
that I have a life long friend. A friend I just let get punished by
Steve. A friend I didn't even help in his time of need, when he has
helped me so much in the past. These thought's brought upon a rage
inside me like never before. It felt like my mom was dating 20 Nolan's.
I still hadn't responded to Enran's question, I wasn't going to. I
stood up, my head still facing the ground. As I looked up I saw Enran and
Gerald watching me intently. Their stares were that of confusion and
fright. Why were they staring at me? I had to know but right now I had a
task to accomplish... Payback Steve for what he did. At first he was my
friend, but now he's just a target. A target, which I'm pointing the
arrow at. I walked towards the door to leave when I heard Gerald ask me a
question, one that I wasn't too intent upon answering.

"Man wassup with you? Where the fuck going son, Enran is fucking
dazed?" He said.

His comment only made me madder. I turned around and gazed at him. It
must have been the way I looked at him because he just put his head down
in defeat. I knew exactly where to find Steve; he would be smoking with
his friends. As I walked I had my head down trying to avoid eye contact
with anyone, for fear I might try to hurt them. This anger inside me had
to be released and soon. Just my luck, I found Steve exactly where I
predicted.

He was standing on a corner smoking with two of his friends. He didn't
see me until me until one of his friends spoke.

"A Steve, aint that that nigga from this morning!"

He hadn't spoken ill of me, but that's all I needed to begin. I rushed
over there with a speed I didn't even know I possessed. He was struck by
my speed. As I ran within three feet of him I threw a right hook.
Normally it would have taken more to bring this 6'2" bull down, but
with the force from me running over to him, which was all I needed.

"DAMN!" said Steve's other friend.

I wasn't about to let him miss out on the fun, so while he spoke, I took
that opportunity to lunge at him. He instantly screamed from the pain in
his nose; that was now bleeding. He was still standing and I wasn't
going to let anyone walk away from this but me. This included my former
friend Steve.

I hit the still standing boy at a point just above his stomach. This was
taught to me by my trainer it was guaranteed to make any non-experienced
fighter fall from just one direct blow. I practiced this move for about
two months so I think its safe to say I've mastered that technique. He
instantly fell to the ground.

Steve just watched in awe at the scene that was in front of him. I was
looking down at my recently fallen opponent. My eyes never left his
fallen body, but my mind, my body, my entire being was all concentrated
on Steve. He knew this and must have remembered something he learned
during his training.

"So I guess what Witty (our trainer) said must have been true." He
began, "Witty told me of a fighter who never lost a fight. He was the
best in the district. All of this boxer's fight ended up with his
opponents hospitalized. When I asked Witty what this boxer's name was,
he never told me. He just told me that the fighter's eyes would explain
all I needed to know. He told me that they showed the fighter's
emotions. I always feared this boxer. I just believed that it was
something Witty said just to motivate me to be a better boxer. Well guess
what, it did motivate me. I soon became the best, witty told me I wasn't
the best-known. Until today, I never understood what he meant. That was
three years ago, until today I havent found this fighter. This nameless
fighter. That fighter Dre... Is you!"

His words weren't asking, they were confirming. He reminded me of
myself, because of this, I was smiling inside. He was looking for the
best fighter, someone who could challenge his skills and he found him. I
too was thinking the same.

"Let me ask you something." Steve said "Is this what you have wanted
for a long time... To find a fighter worth your time."

He continued, after I didn't respond. My gazed was still upon my fallen
opponent. He blacked out some time ago.

"Okay, so tell me this." He said irritated "Why the fuck are your eyes
like that. They're red. I believe they're showing your anger, your
hatred for me."

I still didn't respond. The only talking I would do was with my fist. He
continued to speak. He was good but wasn't skilled enough. I noticed he
hadn't realized what I was doing. I was reading his moves before he made
them, through his speech. He was only a novice fighter compared to me,
but a master compared otherwise. I knew this but he was too arrogant to
know this. He was blinded by his own skill.

"I'm glad I beat your boyfriend. You should teach him to fight." Steve
said.

That was the spark. My anger hit a peak. It was time for him to finally
get beat. Steve took his stance, I chose to do a style I knew he
wouldn't know. He's quick but that's all. I was quick and had power
even a novice fighter could see the winner.

Just as I predicted he started out with A left jab. I pushed his attack
away with my right hand and swung with my left. My blow landed on his
jaw. He rubbed it to ease the pain. He became mad and swung blindly. He
was now guided by his rage. He kept swinging and I was easily dodging
them. I realized I had to end this quickly before the police came. I
threw his left hook aside and jumped back to avoid his uppercut. He I
lunged toward him and landed my finishing attack. My right hook followed
by a left jab then a right uppercut. All three hits connected and the
speed was so fast that Steve was unable to block or notice the next
attack coming. His dark chocolate face was cover in blood. He also had a
knot in the middle of his forehead. I was stunned to see him still
standing. He might have been standing unmoving, but in his mind he was
still fighting. I could tell by the look on his face he was beaten. This
was enough for me; he had to feel the pain that I felt in my heart. I
recoiled my right had back as far as it would allow. The I hit him with
all the power I had. Now he was on the ground unmoving. I though he was
dead until I saw him bite his busted lip.

I then heard police sirens. Now it was time for me to leave. I ran home
to find Enran and Gerald on the couch talking. Gerald questioned me about
what happened. I just told him that I had to take a walk. He took my word
and it was dismissed. It was about time for school to let out so I asked
Gerald to take Enran home. They left and I went to bed. I was tired, and
I fell asleep thinking about all the events that have happened up until
now. When I woke it was time for school.

It was an A-day and I was not in the mood for anyone's shit. I avoided
Steve the entire day. During lunch I saw my best friend(boy) Harold.
Harold was a little darker than me and he saw a lot less built. His body
structure was funny he was a scrawny dude with more muscles than The
Rock. His hair was low cut and wavy. He was a very talented basketball
player.

"Wassup dre, did you see Steven?" He greeted me "Some people said he
was jumped by bad news."

I didn't respond and laughed knowing the truth. Man rumor really did get
fucked up in this school. That's how most people get their reps.,
through rumors. I told him the truth about everything except my new
relationship. He just laughed and said exactly what I was thinking. We
always did have that type of connection maybe that's why we're best
friends.

The next day at school was cool. I just wanted it to be over because I
get to spend the next day with Enran. His mom already talked to my mom
and said it was ok for him to spend the night. So he would be going to
school from my house. When I got home I went to sleep hoping it would
speed up time but I was awaken 30 minutes later by my cell. Somebody left
me a message:

I heard heavy breathing and screaming in the background. "Dre its Enran,
I'm on my way over to your house. Something came up, so I'm coming over
earlier than expected. I hope it's alright. Aiight then son. Peace 1.

I was so confused and worried I began to cry. I didn't know what was
going on. I was too lost in my own thought for me to notice that Gerald
had come through the door. He sat beside me and put his arms around me.
He provided me with a comfort that was close to Enran's that only two
cousins could share. I began to wonder if Gerald was bi. I don't know
why I was thinking that, but it was the first thing to come to my mind.

Then Gerald begins to rub my back. Call me paranoid, but it felt like an
intimate rub more or less.

***Authors Note: Chapter 5 finally huh? Sorry its so short. I am still
looking for an editor. Please let me know if your interested.

Next time: Gerald shares a secret. The weekend of dreams finally arrive.