Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2005 06:50:08 -0400
From: S N <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Heavens_Just_A_Sin_Away, Chapter 9

	Disclaimer: This is a FICTIONAL story describing the love triangle
of a teenage boy. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this
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then refrain from reading it. The story consists of lust, passion, teenage
romance, interracial, love and all the rest of the good stuff in that
order... Prepare for sin

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Chapter 9 - SIN: LUST


	They both looked at me with this look of complexity.  Their eyes were
enormous when they saw me enter the room.  It looked like they were had just
seen a ghost.  My teeth grew bear with this great uneasiness that I didn't
know how to explain...no...now I was pissed off.

	"Syn," Sampson noticed, with a sort of unearthly stare.

	T-Boy gave me a solemn look, "How much did you hear of that?"

	"Enough!"

	I heard a great amount of it as a matter of fact.  I had heard all I needed
to hear.  Sampson and T-Boy had a sexual history?  That shit was
unbelievable.  Why the fuck hadn't I been suspecting that?  Why the hell
haven't I known about it if had obviously been right under my nose?

	"Why are you always spying?" Sampson exclaimed, defensively.

	I guess to him it would seem like I was spying on him.  This wasn't the
first time he'd caught me.  The last time was at the party.  Yet, I didn't
feel like I had a reason not to be spying on him.  He had been mentioning my
name.  If I heard my name then of course I would listen to what you said
about me.

I gave him a look, "Don't get loud with me, I wasn't the one keeping
secrets!"

	"You act like you always say what is on your mind."

	I knew he was still speaking about the argument him and I had before.  He
was claiming that I didn't know how to 'express my emotions' or some kind of
trashy excuse.

	"Whatever," I said and looked to T-Boy since Sampson seemed to be finding
so many excuses, "You and Sampson had sex?"

	There was quiet again.

	Neither of them looked like they were answering me.  Both of them looked at
the ground like little kids caught red handed stealing money out of the
collection plate at church.  Their expressions were priceless.  The way
they just patiently stared had this look of guiltiness.  They couldn't even
open their mouths. I knew this had to be illegal in some kind of way.  It
could not be legal to have sex with your adopted brother.  I mean, this shit
had to be fucked up in some other way then just morally.  What had I got
myself involved in with these guys?

	I leaned up against the wall, my eyes brightening as though putting
together the pieces, "It figures! No wonder you guys fought over me all the
time! It wasn't even about me..."

	"Syn..."

	"I'm not mad," I said, smiling in a weird way, "You two can have sex all
you want."

	"WE DO NOT HAVE SEX!" The two yelled almost in comparison.

	T-Boy gave me a serious look like he wanted to get a point across, "It
happened a while ago.  It happened years ago in fact.  We were
just...experimenting.  It just happened."

	"Its ok," I explained, "I'm not judging you..."

	I had to understand.  It was so hard. Besides, I had no excuse for being
mad about it.  T-Boy and I weren't together. Sampson and I weren't together,
either. I knew Sampson would probably pull the 'we aren't even in a
commitment' out and I would be stuck sooner or later. I figured this wasn't
something I should be mad at.  I couldn't let them see that I was so hurt.
If I did show hurt, they would realize how advanced my emotions developed
toward both of them.

	Sampson, for a moment, looked past my guise and continued his defense, "It
was one night. It wasn't really like it lasted long.  We both regretted it.
It was before you even came to the house.  It was before Mercedes...we
really regretted it."

	Yeah fucking right!  They regretted it? I couldn't believe that.  The two
of those sexy ass dudes got together to have sex and they regretted it?
That was a fucking lie and I knew it.  He was pissing me off even more,
standing there with his shirt half off.  His biceps protruded from his arm
and in reaching distance was T-Boy who was equally sexy.  The pair looked
like two complete angels standing next to each other.  Their looks and
bodies were heavenly.  One peek at the sex between them and a guy would have
masturbating material for a year.

	"Ok...I believe you," I calmly said and wrestled my nerves to crack a
smile.

	"Sampson's telling the truth," T-Boy retorted almost like I was being
sarcastic, "I didn't even enjoy it.  Really though, we are brothers...even
if not blood. It was just a mortal mistake."

	I had to remain calm.  I had to be the better person here.  I couldn't
believe a thought so devilish as T-Boy and Sampson having sex together
turned me on so much.  God, their bodies cuddling next to one another was
fucking hot!  I would have chopped off my left arm (well not seriously) to
see them fucking.

	"I am fine with it."

	"Are you serious?" T-Boy asked, with a look of disbelief on his face,
"You're not mad?"

	"T-Boy...I'm fine."

	Sampson quickly added, "You won't tell anyone will you? Ma would fucking
have a seizure."

	"My lips are sealed."

	Sampson cared so much about what Ms. Nicole thought.  I guess it would be
fucked up if she found out that her two sons had a little one-night stand.
My blood fucking boiled.  I hated the fact that I didn't know about this
earlier. I wouldn't have gotten so attached to the idea that the tug-of-war
was over me.  It was never really about the rope.  A tug-of-war always had
to do with getting even for something that happened before. Who gave a fuck
about a rope?

	Sampson looked like he wanted to continue explaining, but just said,
"Um...thanks...I guess."

	They both looked at one another and then looked down at the floor.  They
were in disbelief about my reaction.  I was surprised at my fucking
reaction, myself!  I wanted to explode into a series of cursing and yelling
at them for having that threesome with me, yet not telling me that they had
something of their own even before me. Yet, I didn't explode. I had
impressed myself with how calm I was.

	"Don't mention it...I'm going to sleep. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

	I left the room, knowing the questioning eyes followed my body until I got
out of the room.  They looked like they were mixed with embarrassment,
awkwardness, guilt and confusion all in one.  I guess I did the right thing
even though every moment of silence had my body temperature rising.  It was
hard suppressing emotions when you knew they were just bottling up.


	I woke up the next morning almost gleaming that the following day had
ended.  It was a fucked up day in all.  I had turned down great
morning-after sex from T-Boy (which I doubted would be offered again any
time soon), so that I could argue with Sampson on "who-likes-who" in our
funny friendship.  Then I argued with my psychiatrist about her not
believing a fucking thing I said.  Then I am in the rain and get in an
argument with my best friend (yes, title was now official) Shane.  Then I go
to a diner with Abercrombie Byron, which ends up all messed up because I
can't keep my mouth closed and I end up insulting a poet (I don't really
regret that part).  I was kicked out of the bar after the poet assaulted me
with a glass bottle.  If that wasn't all enough, Abercrombie Byron, my date
for the evening ended up trying to rape me in a dark alley.  In the end, I
come home to find out that the two boys I had the biggest crushes on T-Boy
and Sampson had sex a long time ago.

	Yesterday was fucked up.

	Today was the first day of school.  The day before had been a scene from
Omen.  People usually weren't too happy about their first day of school, but
I was happy as long as it was another fucking day! I knew nothing could
match to yesterday.  At least that was what I hoped as I picked out some
clothes to wear.  T-Boy, who had his Acura had offered to drive me to
school.

	I had come down to lunch to see T-Boy, Ms. Nicole and Sampson at the
breakfast table. I was always the last to show up because I woke up late all
the time.  I had a wide smile on my face.  It was weird because I was sure
that I was the only one smiling.  Sampson was standing (like he always did
at breakfast), but this time as I walked in he didn't offer me his friendly
"hey".  He just gave me a slight nod.  T-B just looked zoned out, like he
had something on his mind.  I was sure he was thinking about the fact that I
knew that Sampson and him had done that 'thing' together. Ms. Nicole looked
like she had been hit with a ton of bricks.

	"Morning Ms. Nicole," I smiled, with this newscaster voice, "You look like
hell."

	T-Boy had smirked.  He liked when I was being honest, but he most liked
when I was being honest to his mother since she was so dumb she couldn't
understand the difference between honesty, insults and greetings.

	"I'm so hung-over," Ms. Nicole explained, "Just so happened that Betty and
I were on our way to this women's convention downtown when we decided to
stop for liquor.  We were just going to stay awhile, but we decided to stay
around longer because guess who I saw at the bar..."

	"Umm...I would love to guess, but I'm late!" I said quickly, picking up
toast, "T-Boy lets go!"

	I wasn't really late.  Matter-of-fact, I was kind of early.  I just didn't
want to hear Ms. Nicole rapping about more of her Oprah close-encounters.
It wasn't the right way to start the morning.  As we left I noticed Sampson
was following us. He hung real close.  I thought he was probably trying to
get back at me for spying by pretending to spy himself.

However, as we got the car and I saw that T-Boy was coming as well.  Then I
realized, T-Boy wasn't
wearing his uniform.  That was completely weird.  The St. Peter's boys
always had to wear their uniforms.  I had even heard a rumor that they were
flogged if they didn't wear the uniforms. I think I actually had started
that rumor in 9th grade. After long enough though, a person tends to forget
who started the rumor anyway.

	"Where are you going?"

	"I transferred," Sampson explained, almost like he had expected me to know,
"I'm going to the public school.  Ma thinks that it would be nice for me to
graduate on the top ten percent of the class from high school. I'll get a
better chance of being top 10 percent in the public. She says more colleges
will look at me that way."

	I was beaming! Sampson in Brunswick High was like a dream. Sampson was
smart! I mean, he did some dumb things, but I knew he was smart.  The way he
was able to flip everything someone accused him of back onto them proved how
smart he was.  He definitely could help me with the books.  Also I figured
since he was sexy as hell, he could help keep the ladies off my
back...shit...Trash.  Trash was in Brunswick High as well.

	"You sure you don't want to go to be closer to T-Boy?" I asked with a
quaint teasing smile on my face.

	I got in the car.  T-Boy and Sampson didn't see it as jokes.  Their faces
tensed up quickly as I saw Sampson to look around to see if anyone was close
enough to hear my remark.  I loved to see them squirm the way they were
doing.  It was fucking hilarious.

	We were driving quietly until T-Boy finally said what I guess he was
meaning to say, "I thought you said you were cool with it?"

	I smiled, "I'm fine."

	T-Boy turned and looked to Sampson.  I knew they didn't buy it. I didn't
care if they bought it or not.  I was sticking to my guns. I wasn't going to
let them know how pissed I was about it no matter what.  They would have to
prove it or something.

	"So...um, you talk to Shane this morning?" Sampson asked, like he wanted to
get off the tense subject.

	"Nope."

	T-Boy glared at me with this sort of interest, "He called yesterday. He
said you were going nuts downtown. What was that all about?"

	"He's lying."

	"Syn...why can't you just tell me?"

	"They were just some personal issues," I explained, wanting to get them off
my back so quickly adding, "It's a secret, sort of like when the two of you
had sex with one another."

	I watched as the conversation droned away almost immediately after my
comment with the amount of tension that was left over from the tough subject
of Sampson and T-Boy having sex.  They seemed to really be touchy about it.
No, it just seemed to piss them off to a point of complete irritation. It
was great to get them out of my business though.  They both seemed to try to
ignore me saying it, but I knew it was burning them up. I didn't feel bad
about bringing it up for the second time because I wasn't going to tell them
"I was running in the rain because I was confused about my feelings for both
of you." It wasn't going to work out like that.

I wanted one of those boys... I wasn't sure which yet...I wasn't sure how I
was going to get them...but I wanted one of them.


	"Hey! Pretty boy!"

	I had turned around to see Yolanda tapping at my shoulder. She usually
called me that because she had seen her friend, Trash, call me that.
Speaking of the devil (literally)! Trash was walking alongside Yolanda as
they approached me at my locker.  Of course I wasn't at my locker alone.
T-Boy, Shane and Sampson were both with me.  It was one of those things
where you wondered if people were going to come see you if other people
weren't with you.  I doubted Trash and Yolanda (even though she was my
cousin) would come out of their way to speak to me at my locker between
classes if Sampson wasn't there.

	It was 3rd period and I had gone the whole day without being too pissed
off.  Matter-of-fact Shane had made up with me in the first period class
that we shared.  He had come up to me apologizing for what had happened
before.  I apologized to him too. He was kind of right. I mean...Byron did
try to rape me (sort of).  I wanted to tell Shane but then I just decided it
was better not to. I mean, how many men really want to tell their friends
that some guy tried to force themselves on you the night before.  It wasn't
exactly something that I wanted to share just for the sake of making our
friendship a little sweeter.  Either way, I was happy that I had made up
with Shane because we shared our first three periods together.

	I hated being called Pretty Boy and I rolled my eyes, but still gave a
slight smile, "What's up?'

	Yolanda shrugged as Trash went straight up to Sampson.  She locked lips
hard on him, giving him this little porn star clutch.  As she kissed him,
she moaned slightly making it sound all extra erotic.

	"Wow..." Shane whispered in my ear, giving me a slight tap just in case I
didn't notice.

	I noticed alright, "God; Sampson, we should get to lunch. We have it so
early this year."

	"You have lunch now?" Yolanda asked, looking excited, "That's great! Me and
Mercedes have lunch now!"

	The loud chick sounded like she won the lottery or something.  She
continued to give everyone a hug including a girl that was just standing
around us and had no idea what we were talking about.  I looked at Trash.
She hadn't looked at me the entire time.  She was trying to put on her
'innocent girl' front when Sampson was around.  I shouldn't worried about
it. Any nice words should have been satisfactory, but the fact that they
were fake nice words just made me pissed.  Mercedes said nice things about
me while we walked, all were as fake as she was.

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	A whole lot of people I hung with had lunch together, even though it was
fucking early.  The cafeteria was large.  I had sat at my usual round table
with Shane like we always sat.  There was this other guy that was friends
with Shane from the basketball team, but I never did learned his name
because he was even quieter then Shane.  Then T-Boy came over, which was
kind of usual.  Then, scarily the 'THING' had come over, who was Sydney
(since she had no fucking friends of her own).  Sampson was there, sitting
at the table with Mercedes next to him.  Mercedes had Yolanda and their
pregnant friend Nina (who seemed like Yolanda but without the extra energy
boost of crack) sat there as well.  The table was packed.

	"I'll be right back, Coach wants to see me," Shane told me and he got up
with the nameless other basketball player to leave the table.

	"I'll go stand on the lunch line," T-Boy said with this look on his face,
"Syn, you want anything?"

	"Nope, I'm fine."

	"I'll go with you," Sydney said, trying to reach out to hold T-Boy's hand.

	He shook her hand away, "No, stay here and keep Syn company."

	With Shane, Shane's nameless friend and T-Boy gone, half of the wide table
was gone.  Sydney was the only one on my half however.  On the other half
was Sampson, Yolanda, Nina and Mercedes who all seemed to be having this
discussion about how some girl wanted to fight Nina and how Mercedes was
going to find the girl to beat her ass for Nina since Nina was pregnant.  It
was real complicated and I had been like Sampson, trying to listen because
of how heated they sounded, but it was just getting too crazy.

	"Hi!"  Sydney suddenly said and she had reached out and gave me the
tightest hug.

	She smelled like cum.  It was weird. Like I knew cum wasn't supposed to
have any smell and I knew if it did have a scent, it wouldn't be strong
enough to smell.  I swear though, if cum had a scent and it was strong
enough to smell then it would be like the perfume she was wearing!

	"Ew..."

	"Excuse me?" she asked, offended as she pulled back.

	Damn I said that out loud! I couldn't help my lips from parting and letting
out the disgusted moan. I mean; it was a fucking disgusting gesture from a
disgusting whore.  It was pathetic.  I knew that Byron was bad, but I knew
that at least Byron got paid.  This girl probably had buckets of cum in her
for free. Still, I didn't mean to say it out loud.

	"I---uh..." I tried to lie, but she just wasn't worth it, "I'm not gonna
front. It was disgusting. Don't ever touch me again."

	"What the hell?" she asked, looking a little sad, "Who the hell do you
think you are?"

	"Listen girl, you know me," I replied, trying to place my words right, "I
know you, too.  I heard about you.  You spread more then butter.  Everyone
says it."

	She looked around, embarrassed.  I don't know what the fuck she was worried
about.  No one was looking.  Whether she was embarrassed or not, someone had
to tell this chick! I knew she wasn't dumb, but I was sure she was just too
dick frenzied. Dick was a powerful thing. I mean: it could turn weak minds
into complete slaves...just like she was. I guess I didn't place my words
correctly cause she looked devastated. Damn...

	She looked defensive, "Well no one has any idea what they are talking about
then."

	I smirked. She must really not have known who Syn was.

	"I was trying to be nice," I explained, "Now I'll just be honest. Look at
my friend. Look long and hard at T-Boy. Look how hot he is. For real, did
you notice? Now look at you...you really think you stand a chance?"

	Her eyes were swelling up with tears. She started to cry silently, then
quickly put her face under her hands.  She acted like this was a surprise!
T-Boy was fucking sexy as hell.

	"You don't know what you're talking about," she muffled from underneath her
hands.

	I laughed, "He's using you, girl. Everyone knows it.  We all know he's
lazy. I heard rumors you did his homework for him and sucked his dick at the
same time. Now tell me...what did he do for you lately?"

	She cried harder and then lifted up her head as though I was to comfort her
now that I saw the tears. I looked at the tears for a moment. They didn't
move me, not at all. She needed to hear this from someone.  She was
worshipping T-Boy and she didn't even notice that he didn't even consider
her as his girlfriend. She was pathetic.

	"Why are you being so mean?"

	"The truth is ugly and so are you.  Why don't you go write some poetry or
something about T-Boy? He's never going to love you...trust me, I know."

	I knew that for sure.  If T-Boy couldn't love me who looked 20 times better
then she did, 20 times smarter then her and had 20 things more in common
with him, then I was sure that he wouldn't be able to love her.  The girl's
personality and looks were less appealing then my ass on a day when I ate
too many dairy products.

	"You fucking bastard."

	"You'll thank me in the long run, but until then...life sucks..."

	I gave her a mocking frown as the slut went away crying.  T-Boy had come
back to table and he hadn't even asked or cared where she was so it just
proved how correct I was on breaking the news to her (even if I did do it
impolitely).  I looked across the room.  There was something that had gotten
my attention. There was this chick that was real familiar to me. I never
really learned her name.  Everyone called her "Medusa".  The reason why
people called her Medusa was because she was so fucking huge.  Medusa was
the only girl on the football team and she played as a lineman.  She was
Shane's height, but had a lot of weight to add to that.  She had this mean
face that (like Trash) warned everyone that she had permanent P.M.S.
Immediately, I knew what was happening.

	See, Medusa had the biggest crush on Trash's brother, Grimace.  Some people
would say this would credit them being friends, but Medusa was sort of
Trash's bodyguard.  Medusa never really came around Trash, except when Trash
needed her to do something.  This was what had kept me watching.  I saw
Trash whisper something to Medusa.  Whatever she whispered caused Medusa to
stare intently across the room at someone. I myself had turned around to see
Erica Carlos.  Erica Carlos was a new girl.  Brunswick was known for having
perfect guys (Sampson, T-Boy) but our history with pretty girls wasn't so
good.  Erica Carlos seemed to be the only true exception.  She stood at a
normal 5'6 unlike the other shorter girls in the school.  Erica Carlos was
pretty and all around perfect.  Her attitude was usually friendly, but she
was also confident. Her confidence had gained her quick friends in the
school, but her beauty had caused her several enemies...Trash was one of
them.

	"I feel bad for Erica Carlos," I whispered to T-Boy.

	"What?"

	"Just watch Mercedes."

	The two of us stared from our seats as Trash and Medusa were done talking.
I wondered where Sampson was.  I actually wanted him to see what his
girlfriend was capable of if someone was getting more attention then she
was. Medusa disappeared somewhere (I'm not sure where) and Trash got up out
of her seat.  With Yolanda and Nina at her side, Trash went to stand near
where Erica Carlos was sitting.

	I watched Trash give Erica Carlos a violent brush up against her shoulder.
Erica Carlos noticed, but I guess she didn't want to start any trouble
because she went back to flirting with this jock boy she was talking to.

	"Bitch, watch yourself!" Trash said, as though she was the one being
bumped.

	"Listen I don't want no trouble," Erica Carlos said.

	"Then, you know what to do," Trash replied, putting out her hand with her
ring on it, "You want forgiveness, then kiss my ring."

	This had attracted a lot of attention.  Matter-of-fact, a good percent of
the tables around where Trash was, had turned to watch.  Trash's ring was
her gang symbol.  It wasn't really a gang, it was just Trash, Medusa and a
couple of other mean chicks that hung together. It was known, even to people
as new as Erica Carlos that kissing that ring would be the same as
submitting yourself to Trash's rule as Queen Bitch of the school.

	"No..."

	The words hadn't even come out of her mouth before Trash's hand slapped the
shit out of Erica Carlos!  My mouth dropped open to join the crowd yelling a
big "OH!" People started chanting and then Erica Carlos swung at Trash.
Trash was pulled back by Yolanda and then Nina took a swing at Erica Carlos.
  Erica Carlos blocked though and pushed Nina (though she was pregnant) onto
the floor.  She just refused to get up after that and stood on the floor
cursing Erica Carlos like her words were really going to hurt Erica. Erica
Carlos then continued to hit both Trash and Yolanda at the same time! The
girl was a fighter!

I was gleaming!  Trash had finally met her fucking match. After all those
years of bullying poor girls, one girl had finally learned how to stand up
for herself.  Yolanda had backed off, with the excuse that Erica Carlos had
poked her in the eye.  I doubted it though. She was just giving up. She
stood in the back on a wall rubbing her eye.  It was just Trash and Erica
Carlos now! I stood up, along with the rest of the crowd to get a better
view.  Erica Carlos jabbed Trash. She wasn't slapping anymore! I watched how
Trash's head jerked backwards in an awkward motion and then bobbed forward.
Trash grabbed Erica Carlos by her hair and then the two were locked in a
submission.  Trash had Erica Carlos by the hair and Erica Carlos had Trash
in a headlock under her arm.  Every time Trash would pull Erica's hair,
Erica Carlos would squeeze Trash's neck.  They were in complete submission.

"LOOK MEDUSA!"

Just as someone had said that Medusa came out.  She came out like how those
wrestlers did when their friends were getting beaten up in the ring.  It was
funny really, but all of a sudden I felt hell'a sad for Erica Carlos.
Medusa got in there and with one blow to Erica's stomach, Erica let Trash
out of the headlock.  Trash and Medusa now continued to plummet the poor
girl until the school's lazy ass security guards put down their lunches to
come break up the fight.  It was fucking sad because they had actually been
watching it.  They had almost seemed entertained for a while, because like
me, they wanted Trash to get her ass beat for once.  Everyone wanted Trash
to get her ass beat for once, but no one could admit it. Now when Trash had
won, we were all secretly pissed off...

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Sampson had asked me to come with him to visit Trash in the holding room.
The holding room had Trash's name all over it.  I knew Sampson would
definitely have to be getting used to going, but I didn't want him to wait
alone on his 1st visit, so I went.  Plus, I sort of wanted to see how Erica
Carlos looked after getting that beating.

It was then as we waited for the Deans to stop talking to all the girls
involved in the fight outside the holding room that I decided that I would
have to be the one to get Trash off her throne.  It had to be fucking done.
Someone had to let Ms. High and Mighty know that she couldn't corrupt the
only few decent people Brunswick had.

"God, this is great," Sampson said, a little annoyed, "First day of school
and she's already at it."

"I don't know why you go with that girl."

I said it calmly but I really wanted to scream it at him.  Sampson was the
nicest guy I ever knew.  His niceness was sincere too, which was really
fucking hard to find in Brunswick.  He had a little short fuse, but it was
ok because his wrath was always provoked.  I didn't get his relationship
with a girl like Mercedes.  She was a street rat with nothing going for her
but terrorizing the school in her search for the ultimate popularity.

"Its personality," he explained and gave this little smile, "You know, you
two remind me of one another.  Its probably why you two of are my favorite
people in the world."

It was sweet in a rude and obnoxious fucking way!  If he knew what Trash was
capable of! If he knew the shit that girl had done in her past.  I was a
little bit mean to people once in a while, but every mean thing I said was
for a good reason to help the person out.  Take Sydney for an example, she
was being used.  I could of let her keep being used, but that would truly be
mean.  Trash was mean, just to turn people fake enough to suck up to her.

"I'm glad I'm your second favorite person," I said, kind of blushing, "but
me and your girlfriend are nothing alike."

He smiled at me as he looked at the wall. His face was full with the tired
weariness the day had to offer and yet the smile was still full of an
attraction that could only come from natural beauty.

"I never said you were my second favorite," his words crept in a slow
seductive manner, "I just said you were in my top two. I didn't say Mercedes
was first."

Well, she was his fucking girlfriend.  How come she wouldn't be first?  I
looked at him. I noticed the sleek in his voice.  I noticed the flirtatious
little glances at the wall, and I noticed the sexy sucking of his lower lip
after looking back at me.  Was nervous Sampson actually turning the tables
and making me the nervous one?

"So I'm...I'm your first?"

He turned to look at me, probably noticing my eagerness, "Do you want to
be?"

I turned to him.  Why did he always have to be like that?  Was he playing
with my feelings again?  Yeah, he had to be. He 'did' had sex with T-Boy.
He was probably just making T-Boy feel jealous for whatever reason.  All
this flirting shit couldn't be real.  It was a weird thing for him to be
saying and definitely was a weird time for him to be saying it.  I couldn't
tell if he was being honest or not.  I knew he was a sincere person, but the
fact that he never told me about having sex with T-Boy contradicted my view.
  If he were doing some kind of false flirting then he would have a motive.
The motive was to make T-Boy mad as hell.

I found myself thinking longer then intended on my response.

"Um..."

I didn't get a chance to answer however.  The door opened and Yolanda was
the first to come out.  She waved happily at Sampson and I.  She looked so
cheerful like she hadn't even been in a fight.  Of all of the girls in
Brunswick, my cousin was probably the fakest.  She had probably been friends
with Erica Carlos.  I was sure she was.  Yolanda was nice to most of the
girls that she helped Trash beat up.  Secretly, after the fight, Yolanda
would usually try to make up with the girl that she helped jump.  I had seen
it dozens of times.

Mercedes, Nina, Medusa and Erica Carlos came out next.  Erica Carlos had a
face that looked like it had undergone color treatment.  She had black and
blue marks that made sort of patch designs.  Her jaw was swollen.  I had
seen this before.  It wasn't new to me when Erica Carlos bent over to kiss
Trash's ring.

I had to give Erica Carlos her fair due because she had put a better fight
then the other girls.  I knew however that once someone kissed that ring
then it was basically curtains for their popularity.  Her popularity now
balanced on how much she sucked up to Trash. I knew she had taken the blame
for everything that went on in the cafeteria too.  She was probably
suspended, while the Trash, Yolanda, Nina and Medusa had gotten off with
just a warning. Erica was scared for her life and I knew it. Trash could be
a very devious bitch.

"Hey sexy!" Sampson said.

Sampson and Trash did their usual long kissing scene where Trash got
overexcited and jumped over him like she wanted to have sex right there in
the hallway.  I wanted to say something to Sampson and to give him an answer
to that question from before, but I just figured to forget it.  He was way
into Trash right now that I think he almost forgot he even asked me a
question.


	I had gone home, tired and yet overall pleased with my first day of school.
  Besides Trash getting her way for the umpteenth time, it was a pretty good
day.  The next couple of days were pretty much the same.  It was almost like
a chorus being played over every day.  Sampson, T-Boy and I would go to
school.  We would have 5 minutes of conversation in the car that was ended
by me making an abrupt comment about the two of them having sex (which
seemed to always come up when the three of us were alone).  I just couldn't
get over it.  However, then I would fall asleep in all three of my first
period classes.  Then lunch where T-Boy sat with me, finally undisturbed by
Sydney, as well as Shane, some other quiet guy, Trash, Yolanda, Nina and
Sampson.  Then the last couple of blocks I tried my best to catch up on
sleep but not fail (which seemed to be working out strangely well).

	"You ready to go?" T-Boy asked.

	It was Friday.  Him and I were getting ready to go to Sampson's boxing
match.  I was all excited because I had heard rumors from Shane's friend's
uncle's sister's husband that Sampson was pretty good.

	We got into the car and started driving.  It was nighttime, probably around
8:00 pm.  As we were driving I noticed something weird.  There was a little
hand cushion in the Acura.  T-Boy said it was for the driver, but I said
bullshit because both the driver should have his fucking hand on the wheel
at all times.  So I put my hand on it.  Before long, I found that I had my
hand on T-Boy's hand.  I hadn't noticed that my hand was there till halfway
to the gym where Sampson was fighting.

	"You like holding hands with me?"

	It was weird, because I had looked at him clueless still not noticing where
my hand was.

	"What?" I asked, a little zoned out because of all the enchanting traffic
lights.

	"Are we holding hands now?"

	I looked down.  Our hands were piled up on one another.  At first I felt
like I wanted to move it, but my hand was so fucking comfortable.  The mood
had been perfect, why did he have to break it?  Was he uncomfortable or
something?  No matter. I would just move it.

	"Sorry," I sighed, as though being stubbornly told to get a clue and I
moved my hand.

	He grabbed my hand back before I moved it though.  It was slight movement.
I didn't even notice it until we were actually holding hands.  My chest got
warm.  It was so nice.  It felt weird, now, but it felt so nice as well. I
looked over at T-Boy.  He was concentrating on the road, almost acting like
he wasn't getting excited about it as well.  He tried to make holding hands
seem like an everyday natural thing.  It wasn't! It was fucking remarkable!

	We didn't say anything the rest of the ride.  We had held hands the old
fashion style.  Each of my fingers folded between each of his and our palms
clamped together.  I concentrated hard so that I couldn't get uncomfortable
enough that my palm would get itchy and I'd have to scratch it.

	When we finally got there, he parked with one hand, not trying to let my
hand go.  It was so fucking sweet because I knew he wasn't a great driver
yet and it looked like he was catching hell to park with one hand.

	I tried to let go his hand to get out of the car, but he pulled me back.

	"Syn, wait.  I want to talk."

	"About what?"

	"Syn, I have to talk about us," he said, grasping my hand a little tighter
and looking in my eyes deeply, "I want us to be like we were before."

	"We are..."

	He shook his head as if saying no.  I didn't get him.  We were like we were
before.  We were close friends.  I mean: we had even connected a little
better now then before. We seemed to be going on just fine.  I had forgiven
him.  Was that it?  I wondered if he thought that I hadn't forgiven him for
being an asshole when I first moved in.

	"No," he explained and then leaned his face to mine and whispered as if
someone was around to hear, "I want you and me to be close. I want it to be
like the night Sampson, you and I did that thing. Only thing is, I don't
want Sampson around.  It can't be the three of us anymore.  I want you and
only you."

	"Are you finding a good way to say you want to have sex with me?"

	That's what it sounded like. I mean, Sampson, him and I had sex. Without
Sampson, we would just be having 1-on-1 sex.  Was he seriously still driven
by sex?

	He laughed, "Kinda.  I'm trying to say I want a relationship, Syn."

	"A what?"

	"A relationship."

	"With who?"

	"Syn! I'm being serious. I wasn't holding your hand for nothing.  I want to
be with you."

	I could tell that he was being serious.  Thing was that it was scaring me.
Just 5 days ago, I found out that he had sex with Sampson and never told me.
  Before that, he had been acting like a complete ass to me.  Now he was
saying that he wanted to be in a relationship with me?

	There was loud taps on the glass! I turned around and my heart sprinted in
my chest! I saw the figure outside of the fucking car.  It was Byron! How
the fuck was this guying showing up all the time! Byron wore black slacks
and a black shirt with a snappy red tie on.  He looked like he was going to
some casual event or something, but then again I figured that was always how
his type worked.

	"Who the hell is that knocking on my glass so hard?" T-Boy explained.

	I looked at Byron and quickly let go of T-Boy's hand.  He was weird.  I
didn't want to take any chances in tempting Abercrombie's reaction to me
holding T-Boy's hand.  I wasn't sure if he was going to spas out or not, so
the best thing I did was just let T-Boy's hand go.

	I rolled down the window.

My suspicious, surprise and fear all mixed in tone when I asked, "Byron,
what are you doing here?"

He smiled, "I actually came to watch an event that was going on inside. I
was surprised to see you in the parking lot...who is your friend?"

He didn't sound very surprised at all.  He had this squinting-look in his
eyes the entire time he was talking to me.  He looked over at T-Boy with
those squinty, analyzing eyes.  He looked almost like he was some private
investigator or something that was searching for a missing person, but
wasn't sure if that was the person.

I got out of the car and so did T-Boy.  They had come around to meet one
another.  T-Boy and Byron looked at one another.  I introduced them and they
shook hands with this weird kind of aura around them. Truth is, I welcomed
the aura because Byron was really freaking me out.  I mean: he was acting
like we were on good terms. This was the guy that had tried to basically
force himself on me!

"Now, that you two know each other," I explained giving him my 'piss off'
expression, "I'll see you later Byron. Hope you enjoy the fight."

It was weird.  His appearance had hit me sort of like a bombshell.  I
decided to walk in with T-Boy, but not close enough that he would make me
answer his question.  It was weird because as we walked it seem like he had
almost forgotten he asked me if I wanted to be his boyfriend.  I had the
feeling he was expecting 'me' to bring up the idea because he was either too
lazy to bring it up again or just honestly didn't care.


It was for the better, I figured.  Hey, T-Boy wasn't pushing on the subject
then neither should I.  T-Boy and I went into the building to see a mountain
full of people.  I couldn't recognize anyone really.  At first, I thought I
knew a little blonde haired girl that was acting like an usher to show
people their seats.  I was wrong, because this girl was much prettier then
the girl I'd known.  I looked around the room.  It was full of people.  Some
of the people were happy looking, some were bored and some of the people
looked like they needed Ritalin.  There was such a barrage of people that
T-Boy and I just sunk into the background with the crowd of people.  I never
figured that so many people would show up just to see some teenagers boxing.

"God, ah Syn, can you go get me a coke?" T-Boy asked me just before we sat
down, "I would go myself but my back is killing me. Plus Mercedes wanted me
to save her a seat."

"Sure..."

I tried not to say it with an attitude.  Really, I wanted to tell T-Boy to
get his lazy ass up and get it himself.  I wasn't fucking Sydney! But then
again, when he asked me he looked so cute that I figured I would just let
down my defenses and do it.  He was fucking hot, plus I rather him there
when Mercedes showed up then me.

I left, all the while my mind just thinking about T-Boy.  I went to the
concession stand, which was in the hallway somewhere.  T-Boy couldn't come
off my mind as I ordered a coke and watched the heavyweight lady disappear
behind the counter looking for something.  He had sort of asked me to be his
boyfriend. It was fucking weird! I mean, didn't he have Sydney?  I knew he
didn't consider her a girlfriend, but then T-Boy definitely didn't seem the
type would give up a good thing like Sydney serving to his every need just
to have me as a boyfriend.  If I was T-Boy and had a girl to basically wash
my toes, scrub my back, do my homework, suck my dick, etc. and didn't care
how I treated her, I wouldn't leave that alone.  Was I really important
enough to give up a personal slave?

"2 dollars."

	I woke up from my deep train of thought to see the overweight lady asking
for pay.  I quickly dug through my pockets.  Shit! I had forgotten my wallet
at the house. I remember because when I was going to grab it at the house
T-Boy had come out of the bathroom into my room with a towel around his
waist.  I had completely forgot to put it in my pocket as I snuck peaks at
T-Boy over and over with my hormones completely raging for him.

	"I got it."

	I turned around to see Byron! This kid popped out of everywhere at anytime.
I got to admit, he did show up just when I needed him...but still it was
getting crazy.  He had pulled out two dollars and gave the money to the
woman behind the counter.  He then just stared at me.

	"Are you following me?" I immediately asked, even though I hadn't meant to.
  I wanted to sound nicer to him, since he had actually paid for the coke.

	"No. Of course not."

	I couldn't tell if he was lying. I felt bad that I hadn't said anything
about the coke so I smiled, sincerely and said, "Thanks."

	"You're welcome."

	He continued to give me this crazy stare almost like he had something that
he wanted to say to me.  It was irritating to see him staring at me like
that but his mouth just completely shut.  He wasn't nervous, I knew that
much. I knew Byron wasn't the type to get stuck on words.  It felt like...it
felt like was mocking me.

	"What? You waiting for a metal or something?"

	Suddenly he grabbed my hand, "I'm sorry for what I did before.  I've been
thinking about it all week.  I hate myself for what I did.  I promise that
if you just give me a chance.  Go out with me one more day and I'll make it
up to you! I promise! One more chance!"

	I pulled away.  He had this insane look on his face.  He was going crazy!
People were looking our way.  Some people had actually heard what he said.
Thankfully, I didn't recognize anyone that I knew.

	"Seriously, I like you T-Boy, but I just want to be friends," I explained
fighting the urge to scream back.

	"Please!"

	His grip around my wrist had gotten tight, so tight that I could feel it
choke on me hard.  I pulled away hard as hell.  What the fuck was wrong with
this guy?  He tried to reach for me again, but I jumped back letting out
some noise that sounded like a bark and a yelp.  I didn't know what I did,
but it worked because more people were looking my way and some people looked
like they suspected me of being in some kind of danger.

	"I just want to be friends," I repeated.

	I didn't let him respond before I turned the other way and left.  I tried
to look calm and be calm, but it was rattling me.  I made my way back to my
seat.  The fact that Byron showed up at all these places was freaky.  Was he
seriously following me all these times?  I knew about the times he admitted
to, but what about these times that he wasn't.

	"What's wrong?" T-Boy asked after I returned and gave him his coke.

	I shook my head.  It was too weird to even explain. What was I going to
tell him?  I met some guy in jail and the guy says he loves me.  I didn't
love him back and so he tried to rape me. Now, I think he's following me.
It didn't sound right.  I was trying to be calm and something told me that
if I told T-Boy or anyone else that was close to me about Byron they might
just freak out.

	It wasn't something to freak out about.  In a way, I understood Byron.  I
understand his confused feelings because I felt the same way for T-Boy.
Byron just didn't know how to deal with having emotions for someone.  He was
an escort, so during he career he had obviously been taught not to have
emotions.  Now that he suddenly begins to have emotions for me, whether it
be love or not, he overreacts.  It was normal.  I had overreacted with my
emotions to T-Boy before when I had told T-Boy that I loved him.  I got over
it.  Hopefully Byron would as well.

	I left that subject alone and paid attention to the fight that was about to
start.  T-Boy and I were sitting side by side.  I realized that Mercedes and
a couple of her friends had ringside seats.

	"I thought you said Mercedes told you to save her a seat."

	"Damn. I'm so sorry."

	He rubbed his fingers on my hands.  That felt good actually.  Even though
he had lied just because he was too damn lazy to get his ass up, I knew that
he definitely was appreciating the coke.  He finished it in record time and
thanked me a couple of times for it.  I wanted to hold his hand, just like
we had done in the car, but since neither of us were 'out' of the closet in
anyway, I figured it would be best not to.

	Sampson entered the ring soon, followed by a standing ovation by half of
the crowd.  The other half (including T-Boy) remained sitting. T-Boy and
Sampson still had their little beef going on, but it wasn't as bad.  Either
way, I was sure T-Boy was thinking different about ever fighting Sampson
again now that Sampson was a boxer.  I wasn't sure if he was scared, but I
knew that I definitely wouldn't be getting on Sampson's bad side if I could
help it. Sampson's opponent was some pit-face monster that looked like he
didn't even belong in the same room with Sampson.  Sampson was gorgeous and
this guy was just sinister looking.  I didn't get how Sampson would risk
such a sexy face to box with a guy who seriously had nothing to lose.

	The fight had gone underway and Sampson had quickly started just dodging
punches from his pit-face competitor.  The competitor was either slow or
real predictable because Sampson dodged everything.  It was kind of weird
how Sampson never punched though.  I thought it was only me until people
started complaining all around me about Sampson.  They were saying some rude
stuff like he was a 'pussy' and he wasn't giving them their money's worth.
I wanted to start a fight seriously with these old idiots who expected
teenagers to fight like professional boxers.  If they wanted to see a real
fight then they should of paid to go see a Tyson fight, not a Sampson fight.

	Suddenly, I saw Mercedes.  I watched as she got up from her seat when
everyone was sitting.  I watched how she sat when everyone else stood.  Then
all her friends started doing what she was doing.  Soon the whole crowd
stood according to Mercedes. She thought she was so special.  Someone had to
take her off her high horse.  She was becoming way too powerful for her own
good.  I had seen it before and I didn't care but now she was going out with
Sampson.  He deserved a more down to earth person.  I represented down to
earth people while Mercedes just floated into her own league of trying to
perfect herself.  I can't believe he said we were alike.

	T-Boy's mouth dropped, "Damn! Did you see that?"

	I looked over at what was Sampson standing over his mean looking
competitor.  The competitor was lying flat on his back and looked like he
had no intention of moving what so ever.  It was the first fucking round and
already the referee had called a 'knockout'.

	It was crazy when it was over.  Sampson was having his little 12 minutes of
fame, which seemed to be shared by Mercedes as though she was the one who
was in there, fighting herself.  She had jumped in the ring and hugged
Sampson like he dedicated the fight to her.  She put both her hands up
saying something real egg-headed, such as "we won" or "next step Winky
Wright".  T-Boy and I waited till after the fight to congratulate Sampson
because neither of us were as attention-seeking as Mercedes.  I watched as
Sampson came down.  I offered to have us all go out and celebrate afterwards
but Mercedes jumped in and said her and Sampson would have their own private
celebration.  I gave her a fake smile.  I didn't want to seem bitter about
the fact that they were having sex, because I really wasn't that moved by
it.  They were boyfriend and girlfriend.  That was what they should have
done.  The way she had said it however was sort of making me feel like she
was trying to shove it in my face. I had the urge to just pull her aside and
tell her that I wasn't trying to steal Sampson's attention from her, but I
didn't.  No point. I figured, she could think what she wanted to.

	T-Boy and I drove home quickly.  I was extremely tired all of a sudden.  I
just felt so relaxed driving at night.  It even felt even more relaxing that
T-Boy had again been holding my hand all the way back to the brownstone.  We
didn't speak. It was a kind of poetry just to be alone with him and to know
that he had intentions of being with me.  I didn't want to change anything.
I wanted it to be like that forever. I knew however that sooner or later I
would have to say yes or no.

	"Yes..." I said.

	He smiled to me and squeezed my hand a little tighter.  He knew what I
meant when I said yes.  He knew that I was saying yes to being in a
relationship with him.  He knew I was saying yes to be his boyfriend. Heaven
had never been so close as it was now that I was here with him.  His grip
was strong and guided me like a light at the end of a tunnel.  His light
pulled me, surrounded me, engulfed me and then became me.  Emotions that I
had felt for T-Boy long ago had begun to arise.

	We arrived at the house and I wanted to stay to talk with T-Boy, but I knew
I had to go to sleep. I remember rushing up the stairs and just dropping off
in my bed.  I hadn't undressed or pulled off my clothes at all. I was just
completely asleep.  A soft breeze came from my open window.  It massaged my
hair and rocked me like the hand of god.  I was in a complete daze and
comfort.  My eyes shut slowly and assuredly, to rock me away.

	The night was dark and beautiful.  I had this euphoria over me for having
agreed to go out with T-Boy.  I had no idea what going out with T-Boy would
be like.  I didn't know what to do.  I had one or two girlfriends, but they
weren't really smooth relationships. I had always wanted a deeper connection
to them so I ended up breaking it off.  I needed that depth of character and
I knew T-Boy had it.  T-Boy was someone with many layers, just like me.  I
had dreams of how it would be like to be in a relationship with another boy.

	"Syn...wake up," a voice rolled in my ear.

	"T-Boy?" I asked, not wanting to open my eyes. I wondered if he wanted to
touch me. Maybe he wanted to just be next to me.  I wanted to be next to him
too. I would give up my sleep for it.

	"No."

	My eyes opened quickly. If it wasn't T-Boy then it definitely wasn't
Sampson because Sampson was out with Mercedes.  From the look of how horny
she sounded, they would be at it all night long.

	It was Byron.

	He was standing in the dark.

He was standing there while I slept.

He was standing in my room.

	His eyes were cold and blank.  The stare he gave me was enough to send me
shivers of a sudden chill.  I could make out his face from the reflection of
the moon into my bedroom.  Besides that one reflection that was cast on his
face, my room was completely dark.   The pitch black atmosphere had me
trapped in terrible predictions about this scene.  How did he know where I
lived?  How did he get in my room? Most importantly, why was he in my room?
With all those questions unanswered, I just stared at him.  My tongue felt
too dry to speak.  My body was still asleep that I couldn't even take a
defensive posture like I wanted to.  I wondered if it was a nightmare
because of how completely entrenched in relaxation my body was.

	I looked at the little light source.  Byron was dressed in all black.  He
had a switchblade in his hand.

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