Date: Tue, 04 Oct 2005 11:11:51 -0400 From: S N Subject: Heavens_Just_A_Sin_Away, Chapter 18 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 type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, 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 Comments welcome to sum1plezzCall_911@hotmail.com Chapter 18: Turning points ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~//////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~//////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I walked in the house, expecting everyone to be asleep. Anthony had left me in front of the house. He was pissed. I had said goodnight to him several times, but he just drove off ignoring me. I didn't feel that bad though. He was using me to get attention anyway. I was on display the entire night. I was just depressed as I made my way up the stairs. I was dragging my feet. I couldn't believe Sampson had played me again, but this time in front of all those people. It was hard to believe. "What's up?" Byron asked, as soon as I got to the top stairs. He was sitting outside his bedroom, which was right at the top of the stairs. He looked like he was more sad then I was. I was surprised that he was talking to me, actually. I thought he would be sort of pissed since we had been arguing earlier. "Um nothing, it was good," I answered, softly, "What's up with you?" "Nothing," he said and smiled, "I was just thinking about what you said earlier. When you said that I should be real with myself instead of being well phony." "Oh," I replied. Byron definitely was kind of phony. "Well, what if that is really who I am?" he asked, "What if my personality 'really' is helpful and nice?" "Is it?" Byron paused and just stared, "I really don't know anymore. I was just thinking about that. I want to thank you though because you were right about something else." "What is that?" "You were right in saying I fall in love too quick," he said, looking at me. I went in front of his door and sat with him. Byron's issue of lust was something that everyone felt. It was only that Byron's feelings were intensified. He thought lust was love immediately because of how strong the feeling came on. I wondered if Sampson too felt lust when he had told me he loved me. Sampson had known me for a lot longer then Byron before he said it though. "I was just bullshitting," I lied, just so I didn't have to say that I'd told him so. "No, you were right," he explained, "its deeper then it really is too. It is about my past." Talking about Byron's past! He hadn't told me anything about running a multi-million dollar organization as of yet. It was almost like he skipped past that part in his whole little introduction to me. "What happened?" I asked, really interested. "I used to have a friend," he explained, "We grew up together. He was my best friend. I would have done anything for him not to get hurt, but in the end he did get hurt. His name was Robbie." "Robert McKnight?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, not surprised that I knew the name, "Robbie became leader of the Syndicate at 18. He was really just a symbol, but I went along with him for the ride. Robbie only loved two things though. He loved power and he loved a boy named Damien." "He didn't love you?" "No not the way he loved power and he loved Damien," Byron assured me, "It made sense that Byron and I should have been together. We just happened to both be gay. It didn't work out though. I couldn't even approach Robbie romantically because he was always so draped with thoughts of being with Damien." "That sucks," I said. It really fucking did. "No, what sucked was that Damien didn't love Robbie," Byron explained, "Damien loved another guy. Robbie did everything in his power to get Damien to love him, but it didn't work. Damien and the other guy had this connection that I'd never seen before. I'm yet to see it." "It was true love." "Exactly. In the end, Damien went with the other guy. Robbie had his heartbroken." "This affected you?" "Yeah, it did," Byron continued, "When I saw the love that Damien shared with the other guy, it made me weak. It was one of those emotional love stories. It was so ideal. Robbie wrote a book about it all." It was that book that Anthony had told me about. It was the Rain On Me book, I believe. It seemed like a good ass book. I didn't mind a romantic story now and then anyway. Maybe I'd go find it. I muttered, "Everyone wants that kind of love." I even wanted it. "Yeah. That is all I want," Byron explained, "I am so quick to fall in love because I want to be like one of Robbie's character in the book. I want to be Damien. I want to be in love. I know it sounds stupid, but that is all I think about." "Tonight I found out that you owned the Syndicate," I stated, as though wanting to make a question out of that information but not sure how. "I did," Byron told me, "Robbie left it to me. I didn't want it though. I only had love on my mind. I didn't know where to even start looking for it either. That was why I became an escort." How sad. Actually it was kind of making me horny. All that talk about love or what not was just making me think about if I had true love with T-Boy. I doubted it was really true love, but it was comfortable love. I was too young to be thinking about falling deep in love. Byron seemed like he needed it desperately. I felt sad for him. "Um Byron, maybe you need a boyfriend. Don't fall in love just get a boyfriend." "Who?" "You'll find one. It'll definitely show you that love takes time and commitment. It doesn't just come up like you think it does." I smiled at him and stood up. It was the best advice I could give him. I still kind of thought he was a fool for love. Byron had given up a multi-million dollar organization to go out in the world to look for love?! I couldn't believe Byron's friend Robbie either. He had given up the organization to write about love?! What kind of people were they? Not to mention Damien. He'd given up going out with the owner of a multi-million dollar organization for love. They bred them differently 3 years ago. I made my way to my room thinking about how weird Byron's past was. They definitely believed in love. I felt kind of envious that I probably didn't believe in it as much. I went to my room and closed the door. I felt like just lying down and thinking. I went to my bed and pulled down the covers. Suddenly I saw something moving on my bed! I jumped back to see T-Boy. He was naked underneath my covers. He looked sexy as hell too. His eyes concentrated on me like I was something he was ready to eat. He seemed like he had been waiting for me. He was laying flat on his stomach, but he lifted it off the bed a little so that I could see his dick hanging a few inches. "What the hell are you doing here?" I found myself asking. I wanted to ask him something else. I wanted to ask him to rip my clothes off and have his way with me all fucking night. It didn't work like that though. I just stood there, with a hard-on remembering the little confrontation we'd had earlier. "Well " he said, "I'm your boyfriend. I want to make up with you. I find you incredibly hot because I've been on your bed all day. I been smelling your sheets and thinking about you." Shit, that was hot! He was spread out across my bed naked. His ass looked like some kind of heavenly design. His thighs were athletic looking, probably because of all the track teams he'd been on. His stare was what had me though. He had the nicest light golden-brown eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dark room. "I thought you were rethinking our relationship?" I asked. He smiled, "I was rethinking it and I thought that there was no way I was letting you go that easily." "Why?" I was playing hard to get. I admit that I was playing hard to get. I was just tense about what had happened with Sampson earlier and that was combined with the discussion of love that I'd just had with Byron. I wasn't sure if I had it with T-Boy. I wasn't sure if he had it with me. Did it really matter though? "I care about you, that's why." "You never show it." "You know what!" he exclaimed, "If you want to act like that " He reached over the side of my bed and picked up his robe. He put his robe on to cover his naked body and started to walk across the room. He slowed down as he passed me. He was teasing. I should have resisted. I knew that I had to show that I was strong. Physical needs couldn't make me break "Wait " I said grabbing his arm. I immediately started to kiss him. I kissed him deeply, thrusting my tongue to the back of his throat. He kissed me harder, putting his arm around my head. He forgot about leaving immediately. I had given in to him. He pulled off his robe immediately and started undressing me, all the while wanting to kiss me. He licked my mouth openly. He was so eager. I had to take off my clothes though, so I backed up and started to take off my shirt. I pulled down my pants. "Leave your Timberlands on," he smiled, as he lay on his back on my bed. He lay on his back and watched me disrobe. His dick was erect to the point where he started jerking off and watching me disrobe. His fingers curved around the head of his dick and then went down to the shaft. He started to beat off immediately, riding his palms up and down the shaft of his dick. I left my Timberlands on, but that was all. I went over to him on the bed and climbed over him. I started to kiss him again while he still jerked his dick. I could feel his arm jerking it because it touched my stomach every time it went all the way up the dick. He laid me on my back, explaining what he was doing, "I'm going to give you head." I rolled my eyes in the back of my head with eagerness. I knew for sure that T-Boy gave good head. I laid back and felt his tongue lick my piss slit. His lips then pressed up against the head of my penis. He had cute shaped lips and when I saw how they looked grasping onto my dick, I shivered. It was like a fucking dream. He started to bob his head up and down my dick immediately. I could feel the wet saliva causing less friction between his mouth and my dick. T-Boy was twisting his lips suddenly and going down deeper. He started to nod more and more of my cock into his mouth. I could feel the tip of my dick hitting the back of his throat. Then it went deeper. He was deep-throating my cock. It felt so good! I held the bedpost to brace myself to the sensations as my pubic hair played against his lips. He had taken in the entire length of my dick. "Ah, fuck! Deep throat that dick, baby!" I bawled, "Take it all the way in! Ugh, do it! It feels so good. GODDDDDDDDDDDDD. How'd you learn to do that?" It was a question that I found myself wondering even now. No one just decided to deepthroat one day, especially if you considered yourself straight before. I was the only guy T-Boy had been with except Sampson. I doubted Sampson knew how to deep-throat and I definitely didn't teach T-Boy how to do it. He slid his mouth off my dick slowly. It felt so fucking good as he did it that I thought I was going to cum in his mouth and fill it with sperm. Luckily, I had braced myself on the bedpost and transferred some of the sensation. "I don't know I just learned," T-Boy explained, "You like it right?" "I fucking love it!" "Good." He beat off my dick a couple of times making me want to cum a little more. It felt so fucking good. My heart was beating faster and I started to moan as he stopped jerking me off to put his lips on my dick on more time. "It taste good?" I asked, referring to my dick's taste. "Uh-huh," he grunted, making his tongue twist around the shaft some more. He was giving me better head then he did the first time when we had that threesome with Sampson. This was a lot fucking better. This was like some kind of amazing feeling. However he was doing it so well. I couldn't believe that T-Boy was such a professional dicksucker. He was with mostly girls. He shouldn't have been so good at this. He should have been rough and untrained like Sampson. "You didn't do this to Sampson right?" He rose off my dick just a little bit to laugh, "Stop bringing that up. I only deep-throat people I love. Sampson was the biggest mistake ever. I never would." "Oh " He put his mouth on my dick again. I felt like I wanted to cum immediately as he did it. His lips were moist now and his head was bobbing again. He held the base of my dick with both hands shaped like a diamond. He was caressing me with his tongue. I looked past him and down at his ass. I reached down and grasped it. It fit so nicely in my hands. It was a muscular ass that was full of manliness and yet shapely. "So besides me and that mistake you had with Sampson," I said, "I was the only guy you been with right?" It made me wonder about what Sampson and Shane were saying that night. They said that T-Boy had been with someone before me. I wondered now if there was really any truth to that. If T-Boy had been with someone else that had taught him to deep-throat, then according to T-Boy he loved that person. He looked me in my eyes and raised off a little, "You want me to do this or you want to talk?" "Don't get mad," I explained, "It was just a question. I just want to know if you loved another man before me. I mean, you sure know how to do that thing with your mouth well." He rolled his eyes, "What is this? I am trying to show you how much I care about you and you are worried about where I learned to deepthroat?" "I just wanted to know " "Fuck this," He cursed, "You keep pushing me away and I get that now." He was acting real defensive. I gave him this weird look. He made it so clear that he was avoiding the question. "Let me get this straight," I said, thinking out loud, "You are mad at me, because I am asking about your past, even though we've been going out for 2 months now?" "No! I'm mad cause I'm trying to suck your dick and you are asking me dumb questions!" T-Boy's voice was loud. I wondered if Byron and Yolanda heard it. T-Boy had sat up now. He looked pissed. It wasn't like he was never pissed off before, but he was definitely pissed off now. "T-Boy, don't yell at me," I stated. "You know what? You're right," he said, getting up, "I'll leave before I say something that I'll regret." Watching him walk away was like letting someone steal gold right out of your hands. His tight muscular ass and seductive penis moved with him towards the door. I watched almost wanting to drool at how sexy he was. His skin was dark and his muscles were powerful. He had the body of a 20+ year old swimmer. I didn't stop him from leaving even though I wanted to. I knew that he was right. If he stayed we would either make passionate love or get further into a heated argument. I didn't really want the argument to happen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///////~~~~~~~~~~~~~///////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day I had gone to school with a t-shirt that said, "Fuck you, Bush" just so they would send me home. I didn't want to stay in school, because I didn't trust Yolanda. She'd been staying home with all these so called 'sick fevers' and I wanted to make sure that she wasn't spreading her disease all over the house (don't ask how I came to this conclusion). Anyway, the school had some dumb ass policy that said they should send kids home (non-suspension) if they broke dress codes. It was an easy way to get sent home without really getting into trouble. The security guard at the door however said that I should just turn the t-shirt inside out. I was pissed. He was trying to be nice. It just so happened that I had to run into the only nice security guard before I could even enter the building. I thought about refusing, but I knew it would only mean detention and there was no fucking way I was staying in this school longer then I had to. I took off my shirt right there and turned it around. Erica, Isis and a few other girls, who were nearby, started to make these whistling noises like I was a piece of meat. It was cute sometimes, but did they always have to watch every little thing that I did? "Damn, getting naked without Tommy?" a voice said. I turned around to see that it was Sampson. He was with Shane and the two were making their way up the stairs. It was weird that he would talk about T-Boy. T-Boy had dropped me off at school and then went to talk to his friends. I figured T-Boy was mad at me a little about what happened last night, but he wasn't showing it really. "Hey, Shane, what's up?" I asked, putting my shirt on inside out. Sampson was a fucking ass. I didn't associate with asses, especially on mornings that I didn't have any breakfast. Sampson, despite his idiot attitude lately, looked sexy. He was all trimmed up, like he had some kind of a special thing going on today. I didn't understand if it was karma that Sampson and T-Boy both were so cute, yet could get on my nerves in the same way. "Hey," Shane replied. Sampson laughed, "What you don't see me?" "Shane, come walk with me?" I asked, ignoring Sampson furthermore. Shane looked confused, "Uh sure I guess " I started to lead him in the building. It had definitely been a long time since I had some time to talk to Shane. He was always so busy with Sampson lately. "Syn, stop," Sampson said touching me. He hadn't just touched me. He was holding my arm. The fucking dickhead had a tight grip on it. He was fucking holding me there against my will or some shit. Oh, god it was too early for me to be so fucking annoyed. "You going to force me to talk to you?" I asked, disgusted by his nerve as he grasped onto my arm and pinned onto it. He looked at my hand and then let it go. He said, "No " "You better not," I clashed, looking at his fake innocent expression, "Or else I'll beat your ass worse then T-Boy did two months ago in the movie theater." It wasn't entirely true. T-boy hadn't really beaten him up. The fight was close but I knew it something that would hurt Sampson. I also knew I couldn't really beat Sampson, but it would hurt him emotionally. That was exactly what I wanted to do. I felt so hurt that he had acted like that to me the day before. He had just ignored me and then cursed at me. I didn't know why it hurt so badly, but it did hurt. I wondered if it was because I had a soft spot for Sampson as well. I mean I cared about Sampson. He was someone who I truly truly cared about. I didn't care about him anymore though. I still wondered. Why would he treat me like that? He'd betrayed my friendship. He denied even knowing me. He was going to pay for it. "What was that all about?" Shane asked as soon as we got in the building. "He's a dickhead," I finally said and thought, "He dated Mercedes and Yolanda. I guess some of that trifling mentality rubbed off on him." It did make sense. Sampson had the worst taste in girls. There must have been a reason why he dated atrocious bitches like Mercedes and Yolanda. He was probably just like them. "That's harsh," Shane explained, "That's our friend " "No, he's your friend." I said. Not for long either. If it was left up to me then Sampson would get what he had getting to him. If he wanted to deny me, then I'd make sure that Shane would deny. I would make sure everyone denied him. I just had to think of a way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was lunch and since I'd given Shane an ultimatum, he was sitting next to me and had basically left Sampson at his own table. Most of the people that I had left at my former table had moved over to the new table with me. I found it kind of annoying that they were jocking me, but I didn't say anything. I would just move to another table soon enough anyway. "You mad at Sampson?" T-Boy asked as soon as I sat down. "No," I lied. I hated T-Boy being in my business and he was just like everyone else. He reminded me so much of everyone else. He was living vicariously through me. He had milked my popularity for all he could get. He just sat there and whispered in my ear. He whispered really low, "You mad at me about yesterday?" "Why you whispering?" I asked and looking him in his eyes, "If I were mad at you, the whole school would know anyway. Its no need to try to hide shit with everyone in my business." Half of those 'nosy' people who I was talking about was right at the table and heard me. They acted like they didn't hear me. They were such fucking losers and I wanted to tell all of them that, but I just decided not to. It was better that they were in my business and liked me rather then they were in my business and hated me. T-Boy smiled and started conversation with Isis, Big Rob and the rest of the idiots at my table as though embarrassed that I didn't want them around. They knew that I didn't want them around, but since I was popular, they 'had' to be around me. They thought we were birds of a flock. They were wrong. I was so different. I looked across the room and noticed Sampson. He was talking to someone. I wondered what the fuck that was about. I had made it clear between periods that Sampson was a backstabbing cunt. A lot of people believed me since I had called both Mercedes and Yolanda out. They were supposed to be ignoring Sampson. The guy Sampson was talking to wasn't ignoring him though. They were actually talking. "Ey..." I asked Shane, "Whose that guy talking to Sampson?" "Oh, in the red? That's Lamont. He's new." Shane explained, "He just came yesterday and he already has beef with Big Rob. No one talks to him because of it." I laughed. The school was stupid like that. If you came new to the school, you had to suck up to all the popular people or you became unpopular. It was almost written in stone. That was why it was so fucking easy for me to have everyone hate Sampson. They didn't even want to know why, they just started to hate him. Basically, the two losers were sitting together. I gave Lamont a look. He didn't look like a loser. Sampson didn't either, however. Lamont was kind of cute. His skin was tanned colored which said he must have been biracial. His eyes were the most appealing features. They were green almost like jade. I found it weird that Sampson and him both had beautiful eyes. I'd never seen two sexy unpopular guys talking before. "Medusa, hold on," I said, grabbing her as she walked away. I handed her chocolate milk, "This will go good with the shirt that Sampson kid is wearing don't you think?" "Yeah it would." I laughed. I didn't like asking Medusa to do bad things because she was so good at it, but Sampson deserved it. Shane gave me a look as though wanting to say how wrong I was, but he didn't. He knew that there must have been a good reason that I was doing it. After what happened with Mercedes and Yolanda, no one doubted my interpretation of someone's character. "Its hard to think he's really deceitful," Shane told me, looking kind of poignant, "I thought I knew him." "The kid said he didn't know me," I told Shane, "Then he started to curse at me and say that he was too good to even talk to me. If that wasn't enough he wanted to fight me." "I always knew he was a dickhead," T-Boy interrupted and said, "I'll always be here for you." I gave him a half smile and noticed Sydney. "Why are you still breathing?" I asked Sydney, recognizing her pointless existence. "Hi to you too," she said, as she went over to T-Boy. "Can you get me something to eat?" T-Boy asked Sydney, lazily sitting back and when he noticed my disgusted stare he said, "Oh, can you get Syn something too?" "Sure " Sydney said. She was so retarded. She would never get a mind of her own. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Medusa. I didn't know how she did it but she was standing there posing with an empty chocolate milk container. Sampson had the contents of the container all over his shirt. From across the room, I could see how embarrassed he looked. Medusa was holding back a smile and I guess security saw it but didn't care because they were right there laughing. Sampson was just as pissed as I was yesterday. He ran away from the table to the bathroom causing a few people around who saw it to laugh, including Medusa. I just watched. It was pathetic that the kids in the school were so cheap that it didn't take much to make them tease and terrorize someone. If they were so thickheaded, I guess I could use it to my advantage. "I'll get my own shit," I told Sydney and got up. T-Boy was saying something like there wasn't a reason for me to get up. I ignored him. I thought slavery was illegal now, but it seemed like that wasn't the case with Sydney. I walked across the room and made my way to Lamont. He was interesting. He had noticed me walking towards him and couldn't keep eye contact. He looked so nervous. It was cute, because he definitely was sexy. "Hey," I said sitting next to him, "My name's Syn." I stretched out my hand and he looked at it as though it was some kind of python or something. I wondered if he thought that I had come over here to pick on him or something. He probably knew that it was me who made Medusa spill the milk on Sampson. Sampson was an asshole though it was different "I know who you are," he said, shaking my hand, "Geez everyone knows you." I smiled at how true he was. They either loved me or hated me while acting like they loved me. The whole school was a disgusting type of predictable. I didn't know how much more of their phoniness I could really take. This kid didn't seem so bad though. He was still holding my hand though I interrupted, "Um can I have my hand back? You're kind of sweaty." His hand was sweaty and I realized it. He was definitely fucking nervous. "Sorry I'm so sorry." He started wiping his hands on his pants. I laughed a little at how funny he acted. He was sweating on his forehead a little too. He was so fragile. I knew then that Big Rob must have been the one that started the beef with this kid. This kid was definitely too immaculate to start beef with someone as popular as Big Rob. "Its ok," I told him, smiling at his anxiety, "You are Lamont right?" "Yeah Lamont Hardon " "Hard on?" He quickly fixed it, "I mean Hardings! Sorry." He wasn't looking at me. He was staring down at the ground and he was still wiping his hands. He definitely needed to calm down. He was acting like it was really that weird that I was talking to him. It was fucking hilarious really, but I knew it would make him even more nervous if I laughed. "So when did you come to this school?" "Uh, just two weeks ago." "Damn, two weeks?" I asked laughing, "Why haven't I noticed you till today?" I did know why I didn't notice him. I hardly noticed the popular kids who were up my ass 24/7, not to mention the kids who were too afraid to even talk to me. He definitely wouldn't have been in my attention. "I I I dunno," he answered and softly said, "I noticed you." "That's cool. You're cool. I should have paid more attention." "I am?" Well, I didn't know that for sure. I was just kind of trying to make him comfortable. He was too cute not to be unpopular and the only reason that he seemed to be unpopular was because he was on edge like this. "Yeah, you are," I said and gave him a look, "I really wanted to come here to comment on your eyes. I wanted to know if they were contacts." "No, they aren't," he said, suddenly embarrassed, "They are terrible. I want to get brown contacts to cover these up. I know they look fucking fake and all that." I cut off his complete embarrassed outburst, "I like them." He looked surprised when I said that. I didn't know what was so surprising about it. His eyes were just as beautiful as Sampson's were and that was saying a lot. Lamont looked like a cross between Sampson and Shane, actually. He had some of Sampson's good features and had some of Shane's height. His pants were a little bit on the tight side, which made him look like he flew in from Hicksville or something. He was a terrible dresser. "I like your eyes too," he said, as though not knowing what to say. I knew he was lying. My eyes were normal. There was nothing in them that deserved any sort of special recognition at all. I did find it nice that when he had nothing else to say, he complimented me. That showed he wasn't anti-social, but just really nervous about talking to me. I thought of a new subject, "You friends with that ass Sampson?" "Uh not really," Lamont explained, "I just met him today. Why?" "No reason I just wanted to know." "Oh you um " We were running out of conversation and he was definitely getting nervous again. I laughed, wondering why I was even talking to this guy. Besides the point that he was cute, there was no reason for me to be over here. However, I guess it was nice to be away from the whole popular crew for a little bit. People in Brunswick were annoying, but the popular crew was the most annoying. "What you want to ask me if I'm gay?" "No ah of course not," he said. Truth was I had no idea what he was going to ask me, but I knew that it was going to come up sooner or later. He'd probably heard rumors in the two weeks that he'd been there and he'd probably hear a lot more. I laughed a little harder, "You don't have to lie. I'm gay I got a boyfriend. Him over there." I pointed across the room at T-Boy. T-Boy had started to look over at me as though wondering what I was doing talking to a guy that had beef with Big Rob and the popular kids. He saw me point to him and just continued to gaze with question. A couple people at the popular table were staring also. Popularity was such a stupid thing and the point that it still existed was weird to me. "Tommy? He's in my gym class," Lamont said, "He doesn't look gay " "He is don't tell me you are one of those people," I asked, "You got a thing against gay people?" "No o-of course not," he stuttered. "Are you gay?" He looked at me thoroughly and just breathed heavily, "No. Of course not. Why would you ask that?" "Just a question," I retorted and laughed, "Listen, my boyfriend probably thinks I'm about to kiss you, I'd better go " It was true. T-Boy was just staring across the room like with this whole overprotective thing going on. It was amazing how he had gotten over being mad at me just the night before. "Um Syn " Lamont stopped me, while I got up, "Maybe um we can um " He was taking too long. "It'd be nice to hang out with you sometime," I said, "But you know you should really stop talking to that ass Sampson. That kid is a horrible person to be friends with " Lamont was cute. Sampson was cute. The two of them being friends would mean double the chance of them getting a little more attention and climbing back up the social ladder. Sampson couldn't get any attention. He had to be ignored and outcast just as he had done to me at the dinner party. He smiled as though I'd just given him a birthday present, "Sure um do you want my number or " "Sure," I said. He smiled again. He had a gorgeous smile. He definitely couldn't be affiliated with Sampson! He started to copy down the number on a piece of papers. His hand was shaking as he did it. He was a mess and it was hilarious. I took it and looked at it for a little before sliding it in my pocket. I was going to offer him my number but the bell rang and Shane came out of thin air to pull me with him. He wanted me to take him to his locker I guess or something. As Shane and I walked through the hallway and made our way from Lamont, we went towards the back of the school. I didn't feel like going to school and I definitely showed it as I started to walk slowly with Shane trying to rush me. He always was rushing me and we didn't even have the same class. I found out Shane was rushing because he wanted to smoke. We had decided to go smoke in the bathroom. Well Shane was the smoker. I was the smoke watcher. I just watched people smoke. I thought smoking was stupid, but I didn't mind having a reason not to be in class. We walked into the bathroom and saw Sampson. I expected him to run out of the bathroom as soon as he saw us. "Oh, hi Shane, hi Syn," Sampson said, giving us this smile that could almost be translated as sincere. "Yeah what's up?" Shane said. Shane didn't look at Sampson and definitely didn't show like he was too fond of him. He was just being a little respectful, I guess. I didn't say anything at all. I just walked over towards the window. Either Sampson was stupid or he didn't understand that everyone saw him as the repulsive jackass that he was to me yesterday. He went to fancy meetings trying to act like he was fancy, meanwhile denying my mere existence. "Shit, nasty stain," I remarked, looking at his shirt, "It seems black marks go with black hearts these days." Sampson's shirt was horrible. It was a white and brown Polo shirt, but it looked completely ruined. He had poured some water on it, but it only smudged the stain and made it look worse. Now he was drying it with the electric hand drier. "Must be a really black heart " Shane explained. "What?" Sampson asked, still trying to play off his innocence, "Syn, can I talk to you in private?" I really didn't want to. People befriended me only because I was popular. I didn't know but I guess Sampson had befriended me cause I was popular as well. He was kind of mad that I dissed his mother, but soon as I got popular with bringing down Trash, he seemed interested again. His phoniness surrounded him. "Sampson, you really got a nerve," Shane said and then walked out of the bathroom. We were alone. I was alone with the one person that I cared whether or not they ignored me. Sampson had ignored me. It hurt to badly. I concentrated on the window. It felt like everyone was really against me. It felt like everyone had gone against everything that I did. "I know you told Medusa to spill the milk on me," Sampson commented, "I mean, I even know you are telling everyone to stop talking to me because of how terrible I am." I shrugged, "So what?" I wondered if he was going to beat the shit out of me. That was what a normal person would have done, but when I looked at Sampson he seemed gentle. It was hard but I could see in him the guy who had written me those notes and written that poem about me. That person was buried deep under this whole mask of phoniness and deception. "I just it pissed me off," Sampson said, looking at me with wide eyes, "I don't deserve to be treated like this." "Oh you don't?" "No, I don't," he explained, "I really thought we were friends." Bastard "So did I." "Well I still want to be," he told me, "I care about you and though Tommy most likely milked your head up with bullshit about me, I don't care. I care about my friendship with you and my friendship with Shane. You two are the only ones I really have left. You are two are my best friends." He was sweet. It was touching. He had his hands cupped and he had spoken like he'd been giving it a lot of thought. I guess he really didn't have a lot of people left. "Damn " I said looking at him, trying to think, "I I don't care. If you were really my best friend, then you would be my best friend all the time not only sometimes." "I AM your best friend all the time!" he said, getting upset. "Whatever man " "If you are pissed at me," Sampson said, "Then it's on your accord. Don't make everyone else pissed at me too. You are ruining my life." "Stop whining. Man up." He was able to be a big man when he was trying to break past everyone yesterday to fight me. Now, he was back to acting like I was important too. If I were important then I wouldn't have denied knowing me. He wouldn't have wanted to fight me. He wouldn't have hurt my trust in him. "Syn, I know you really care about me." "No I don't. I don't lie either. I told Shane and everyone else the truth about you. That's all I said. They decided not to speak to you on their own accord." My mom used to tell me a saying, 'I am the Truth. Those who believe in me will be condemned, but those who don't are already condemned'. I didn't know if I truly didn't care about him, but I knew that at that moment, I believed it. I believed that I had no more space in my heart for liars. I had gone through enough of that already. He suddenly smiled, "Syn come on. Jokes over." "Joke?" I explained a little pissed, "You take me as a joke? You hurt me and then you think that it is a joke when I get mad about it! You are such a fucking asshole! I'll leave you alone. I won't spread rumors or bother you anymore but you just stay the hell away from me forever." "Syn you don't mean that." Sampson looked like I'd just spilt milk all over him again. It was too late for him to be sad. "Yeah, I do." I walked out of the bathroom, leaving him in his own misery. It pissed me off that he didn't apologize for what he did, but he also thought that I was playing a joke about being mad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I went home straight afterwards. T-Boy had dropped me off. I was in such a fucking bad mood and he'd been asking me during the entire ride home if I was ok. I just sighed each time and ignored him. Sampson was on my mind and I'd always thought Sampson was the drama-free out of the two. Lately, Sampson was making T-Boy seem like Saint Peter. First Sampson curses me out and then he has the nerve to say that my actions were a joke. I was pissed to the point that I just went home and sat in the kitchen breathing deeply. I was trying to calm down because I was still so upset about all of that. Yolanda was in the kitchen and I didn't notice. I looked at her and she looked back at me. "What the fuck you looking at?" I asked and saw her eyes shift away. She looked like she hadn't even been as far as the porch. She hadn't seen daylight at all and it was kind of freaky. She looked like the walking dead. I thought about being nice to her, but then I remembered that she was probably the reason that Sampson had become so scandalous just like she was. I couldn't trust anyone anymore. Byron walked in at that time, "Hey, what's wrong?" "Nothing. What's up with you?" I asked trying to get the subject off me. "Syn, come on, you know something's up. I know you." I smiled, "Seriously I'm cool. Really, what's up with you? You look all nice today. You got a date?" Byron sort of smiled and nodded. He looked like he was excited about it a little too. He was dressed in this sweater with sparkling earrings in both ears. He looked like he stepped out of a GQ fashion magazine. "Something like that " "Good, you took my advice," I noticed and looked over at Yolanda, "You should take Beloved with you " Yolanda looked like Beloved. Beloved was the girl in that Oprah movie that came out of the swamp and just stayed in the people's house looking completely shitty the entire movie. Her hair resembled a burnt bush. Yolanda had that whole quiet, crazy thing going on. "She hasn't spoken all day," Byron said as though she wasn't in the room, "I think she's still just scared about Mercedes getting to her. Its scaring me. I think we should call Dr. Nicole " "No " I said and walked over to Yolanda, "Look, Yolanda. I know I've been rough on you but you got to get over it." She just stared at me. Her stare was weird. She was looking at me, but it was almost like she was looking right past me. It was almost like I wasn't even there and she was concentrating on the wall behind me. I continued, "Hey? You hear me? Yolanda, its your cousin. You know, the one you backstabbed." "See, what I mean?" Byron asked. It was worrying me too. I put up this tough defense, but I definitely didn't want anything to be wrong with Yolanda. She looked like a walking ghost. It was difficult to even look at her without feeling pity. "Maybe she needs to go to a real hospital," I suggested, "Or maybe " "Can you take her to the hospital?" "Aw, do I have to?" I asked, really not wanting to. "Please? Tommy can go with you. I want to go on this date. I really been planning it for a while." I agreed. I guess I kind of wanted Byron to have some fun too. He had spent all this time just sitting at home during the day watching Yolanda/Beloved and going to clubs at night. He never really seemed happy about the clubs either. He just got drunk at the clubs and came home. He never brought home any phone numbers or any nice stories to share. He needed to go out on this date. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~ Yolanda definitely had issues. As soon as T-Boy and I tried to drag her out the door, she began to squirm! It was weird how quickly the ghost had come alive just because we were about to bring her outside. Her phobia to being outside was extreme. She started kicking at us and struggling not to go. She looked as though we were attempting to kill her. It also pissed me off that Byron had left because he was the only one who really had patience with Yolanda. T-Boy didn't like her and I hated her. "Hit her with this," I said, handing T-Boy a flashlight. "Syn " "She's not going to go otherwise." I knew it sounded extreme, but I'd seen it done. One quick hit to the back of the head with something hard and the person was knocked out. Plus we were on our way to the hospital so they could fix her if we hurt her too badly. He hit her hard on the head and I gave a sort of laugh at how well my plan worked. Yolanda stopped struggling. She didn't exactly get knocked out, but she was concentrating on the pain rather then struggling. We squeezed her into the back of T-Boy's car and were off to the hospital. It was a long ride and when we got there we had to wrestle even more with Yolanda to get her out of the car. I wanted to hit her again, but I figured we were in public now and it wouldn't work as well. The hospital was crowded and T-Boy went to call some help. Some nurses helped convince Yolanda to come out of the car, which took way too long. We finally got her out of the car and into the hospital where they took her to see a specialist. T-Boy and I waited outside in the waiting room, sitting next to each other. We both were pissed at Byron for making us do this when he wasn't here and we were also tired from struggling with Yolanda this whole time. The doctor needed to hurry the fuck up with Yolanda. She wasn't worth spending a lot of time on. "You are so sexy when you are tired," I joked with T-Boy. Truth was he looked like shit. I looked like shit too for that matter. Both our mouths were wide open and we were slumped in our chairs looking like Yolanda had beaten the shit out of both of us. "Don't start anything you can't finish," he joked back. "Me? What about you last night " I laughed, but he didn't. When I realized he wasn't laughing, I stopped as well. It was definitely weird to talk about it. The waiting room in this segment of the hospital was basically empty except for a couple of little kids playing with emergency door. It was just that we hadn't really settled what happened the night before. T-Boy muttered, "Listen, we not going to like dwell on that whole thing are we?" Did he think I was serious? I was just joking, but now that the subject had popped up, it made me wonder things. He hadn't been really truthful. He had been weird. "You never answered me," I said. "I don't plan on answering you either," he said, sounding a little bitter. "So we can hide secrets in this relationship now?" I asked looking at him, "Please tell me if we can. I just want the go-ahead." "Its not a fucking secret!" Who the fuck was he screaming at? I gave him a twisted little look, wondering if he was really talking to me. He was making a big deal out of the subject and that made me even more curious. "Then why don't you tell me?" "Why do you care who I was with before you?" he asked, "What matters is that I am with you for now " I jerked back in surprise, "What do you mean, 'for now'?" T-Boy paused for a moment as though making me think about the words. I was thinking about them too. My tone had completely switched up. I was getting a little defensive. I think T-Boy wanted me get defensive. "If you keep bugging me then what is the point for us to be together?" He turned around and put his hands over his face. He was at it again! I couldn't believe that he was putting our entire relationship on the line once again just so he could get what he wanted. He kept using it as leverage like he was giving me an ultimatum. Do what I say or else I'm leaving you? Fuck all the 'do as I say or else I'm leaving you' bullshit! Was I supposed to be moved by this after he had given me the ultimatum over three times? "Its over," I said. It felt so good to say that too. His confident expression had changed to one of complete shock, "What?" "I said its over. I'm tired of your provocations and taunts. You are putting our relationship as an ultimatum because you think I am afraid to lose you. I got to end that." He was looking at me with complete alarm. I guess he figured that I was just going to choose his way over our relationship every time. I couldn't keep doing it though. It had to stop here. T-Boy was a good boyfriend, but he was just so stubborn. He didn't understand that he could lose me. He probably thought I was carved in stone or something. "Syn, I just wanted you to stop bugging me," he told me and said, "I didn't really want to break up." I shrugged. He acted like I didn't know that. I knew he didn't want to break up. I knew he was just bluffing, as usual. However, the fact that he kept mentioning a break up had just settled the thought in my head already. "Yeah, well now I do." "Syn, come on," T-Boy told me, basically begging, "I love you, man. What I said it wasn't that serious." "This isn't about just what you said," I explained, "its about what you keep saying. I don't want to make this harder then it already is." "You can't break up with me!" T-Boy told me, "Look what we been through? I am like this because you don't know how hard it is for me. Our relationship brought me out to the entire school. Sometimes I think it would be easier if they hated us. At least they wouldn't have cared so much about what we did!" I shrugged, "Yeah, ok." I really didn't care about all of that. I mean; I'd gone through everything he'd gone through as far as coming out was concerned. Ms. Nicole was pissed at me even more then she was pissed at him. "No! You can't break up with me," he said, looking a little pissed and a little sad, "You have no idea how hard it is to go out with the most popular guy in school. I had to be perfect all the time. Everyone judged me. If I wasn't perfect for a moment, they thought I wasn't good enough to be with you." "T-Boy, what does that have to do with us breaking up?" I asked. He stopped babbling and I knew he was just digging his brains for excuses, but none of them really made me want to stay. I was really just so annoyed that we were two months into the relationship and he still took me for granted. "Ok, I'll tell you the truth," T-Boy explained, "I'll tell you wanted to know. Before you came I used to be in a relationship. We were young. We didn't know what we were really doing. It was weird puppy love." I knew he just wanted to satisfy me, but I was curious, "Who was it with?" "His name was Holden." Holden Holden McKnight was the name of the new leader of the Syndicate. Could it be the same Holden? Wait Holden was the leader of the Syndicate and the Syndicate hosted the dinner party Andrew took me to. Holden "Holden he is Sampson's brother isn't he?" "How'd you know?" "Is he?" "Yeah," T-Boy explained, "I fell in love with Sampson's twin brother." "TWIN!" They had left that part out! Sampson had a twin brother! I jumped off the couch that I was lain up against. I couldn't believe it. Holden was Sampson's twin brother. Holden was the guy at the party Andrew took me to. Holden was the one who got mad about me shouting for him. It wasn't Sampson. Sampson didn't deny me. Holden did. Holden had no idea who the fuck I was! This was great! Sampson wasn't terrible! T-Boy jumped up too and held my hands as though calming me down, "What is it?" I shook his hand away, noticing that he was probably just holding them to get close to me and back in my good graces. "I saw Holden. I saw him twice." "That's impossible," T-Boy explained and looked at me with a wondering eye, "Holden's dead." "No I saw him. I'm telling you." T-Boy shook his head, "No. That's impossible. He's dead. I had I had gotten confused and had sex with Sampson instead of Holden one night. It was all Sampson's fault. Holden came home and he saw us. He went crazy. He went to a friend's house. The house set on fire with everyone in it. Holden was torched to ashes." My mouth opened in the horror of it. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to say. Was it really Sampson at the dinner party? No it couldn't have been, because Holden would have made so much more sense. Then again wasn't Holden supposedly dead? There was no way that Holden could of come from the ashes! It all didn't make sense. Was there a way that Holden did not die? What was going on? Suddenly I heard the sirens and the emergency doors break open in the hospital. Something was going on. I turned around almost by instinct to see a few nurses in a rush. Something about the whole scene was causing my stomach to turn and upsetting me. I noticed the body that was on the stretcher, being run to emergency service. It was oh god no That was when Byron ran in. He ran in behind the stretcher. He had his hands to his mouth as he followed the stretcher. He was biting his finger. He saw me immediately and ran towards where T-Boy and I were standing. I looked into his eyes. I was afraid to ask what was going on. Sampson was in the stretcher. Sampson had been dragged off to the emergence room for medical care. I wanted him to say something. I wanted him to say anything, but I didn't know how to ask. That was when T-Boy butt in and decided to take the lead. "Byron, what's going on?" "Sampson poisoned himself!" Byron immediately said, "I was supposed to meet him for a date earlier. He didn't show up, so I went to his house. He had all these pills. He poisoned himself!" Shit. It must have been my fault. It was because I had taken away all his friends. I'd taken away his life and abandoned him. Damn, haha I fucked up now