Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 16:15:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: nu_jerzee82@yahoo.com
Subject: God's Creation :Chapter 1

This story is pure fiction.  Anything that resembles real life is purely
coincidental.  The parties in this story are underage, but are fictional,
so it shouldn't matter.  If you are not 18 years or older, you should not
be reading this.  With that said, from this point on, do what you came here
to do and hopefully you enjoy it.


God's Creation : Chapter 1


	I'm not exactly sure what prompted me to say what I said at the
time that I said it.  You are always told that hindsight is 20/20.  Maybe,
someone should have told me that I would be making the biggest mistake of
my life.  That I would be turning my back on everything that I once knew
and loved.

	Let's start from the beginning.  Preliminary introductions are in
order.  My name is Xander Baxter.  I am the son of Pastor Mithell Baxter
and Eugenia Baxter.  I am the youngest of 7 children (apparently the number
of completion) by far, as my next in line kin is 5 years older than me and
my oldest brother is 39.  I was definitely the mistake that my mother
affectionately calls the unplanned creation of God, although I'm pretty
sure that He had nothing to do with my inception.  I am about to celebrate
my 16th birthday in June and can not wait for the 17th.  Unfortunately, in
my state of residence, you are not elligible for your license until then.
Currently, I am 5'10" and hoping to get a little taller, very lightly
complected, light brown eyes, braids that my mother can't stand but my dad
allows me to have, a runner's build as I have been in the sport for the
last 2 years of highschool, and not very apparently gay.

	Growing up in my family, telling anyone of my particular persuasion
was not an option.  My mother, a devout Dominican Catholic originally, has
blazed the trails in our church for purging the sin from our community.  My
father, as pastor of the Greater Praise Pentecostal Church, has an image to
uphold.  My brothers and sisters, 3 of which are ministers, have all
followed and abided by these guidelines.  I have even fallen in line with
the regime as I have been a member of the choir since I could open my
mouth.  Yes, I'm a very good singer, but I only sing in church.  It's what
I know and what I have always known.

	I attend Catholic school because my mother, even though now
Pentecostal, holds on to the belief that going to public school will be the
ruin of her perfect children.  If she only knew that Catholic school was
sometimes worse than public.  It was here that the issues began in my life.

	I had resigned myself to the ambiguity of my existence.  I got
exceptional grades, excelled in my sport, and sang on the school gospel
choir (we do live in the inner city... and, there, even Catholic schools
have a gospel choir...), and kept to my small group of friends.  I dated
girls from time to time to keep the heat off.  And, no I was not a virgin
in that area. I made sure that there was nothing to be spread or talked
about in the contrary, and teenage hormones allow a lot of room for error
so-to-speak.

	Yeah, everything was perfectly settled.  That is... until he walked
in my homeroom class. He was everything that I wanted to be.  Medium
skinned, tall (about 6'1"), wavy dark hair in a ponytail at the back of his
neck, and definitely full of swagger.  He walked with a confidence that I
could only envy as he walked up to the teacher and handed her a sheet of
paper.  He turned and I got the second shock of my life.  His eyes were
almost yellow.  They were a very vibrant golden color and, as I soon
realized, locked on me!  I could not look away.  They were enchanting.

	"Well," Mrs. Lincoln stated almost too cheerfully, "Class!  It
seems we have a new student.  His name is Ty'Shawn Anderson.  Please
Ty'Shawn, take a seat and we'll get you sorted out."

	I expected him to walk towards me, but his advancement to the back
of the classroom disheartened my initial hope of attraction.  Yes, I hoped
he was attrected to me.  What teenager doesn't like attention?  Class
resumed until the bell rang for us to leave and I clambored to get up and
out of my set.

	"Xander?"  Mrs. Licoln chimed.  'Shit!' I thought.  I am a
preacher's kid, not a robot.  I curse, too.

	"Yes, Mrs Lincoln?"  I turned.

	"Could you help Ty'Shawn with his schedule?  You know the campus
and he has many of the same classes that you do. "  Ok... now... if he and
I shared most of the same classes, that means he was Advanced Placement.  I
know a little steretypical of me, but he did not look the part.

	"Uh, sure," I quizzically retorted, turning to the object of
attention.

	"Don't look at me like that, yo," he spoke once I had turned to
him.  He had one of the deepest voices on a 16 year-old I had ever heard.
"Just cuz i'm black don't mean I'm stupid."

	"I'm sorry," I replied rather guiltily.  "I didn't mean to offend
you."

	"It's cool," he stated handing me his schedule very
matter-of-factly.  His lips curled into a lopsided grin and he added, "I
get it all the time.  Growing up in Brooklyn ain't no joke, homie."

	"I can understand." I smiled and surveyed his schedule.  He not
only had most of my classes, he had them all with some additional course
material where I had study hall after lunch.  "Looks like we'll be together
all day."  I quickly chided myself for saying it that way.

	"Good.  At least I won't have to be alone all day."  To say I was
surprised would have been an understatement.  And when I looked up, he was
kind of blushing like he hadn't meant to be so candid.  I found that odd,
as he seemeed so self assured.  But I shrugged it off.

	"Well, let's go."

	The morning went by quickly as he and I trravelled from class to
class together, getting to know one another.  He seemed pretty cool, but
guarded for some reason.  I knew I had just met him, but something seemed
to be missing.  I especially noticed when we made it to lunch that he
seemed to become more agitated.

	"Yo, you can go on ahead and find your peoples.  You ain't gotta
wait on me," he said as we approached the doors.  "You've been cool so far.
Don't embarrass yourself by showing up with the new kid."

	I looked at him like he had three heads.  "What are you talking
about, man?  Bring your ass!"  I playfully punched him on the arm to let
him know it was cool.  He smiled and walked with me without protest.

	When we sat down at my usual table, my friends all stared at him.
Seated were Maxwell Hinton (another runner and also a starter for our
basketball team), Joieto Mendez (the class clown and self proclaimed ladies
man), Tianna Reed (one of the best friends I had), and Shaquilla Muhhamed
(the only muslim I knew who went to Catholic school).  Tianna, as is form,
was the first to speak.

	"Xander!  Who is this fine ass boy?"  Ty'Shawn blushed at the
attention.

	"Ask him yourself," I answered amused, knowing that she would do
just that.

	"Ok.  Who are you, fine ass boy?"

	"The name's Ty'Shawn."  He seemed ok and genuinely amused by her
abrupt bluntness.

	"You, new?"  Maxwell asked.

	"Duh!"  Tianna intoned before Ty'Shawn could.  "I would have been
peeped him before now if he wasn't."

	"My bad!  Damn!"  was all Maxwell could say to her.  I knew that
the playful banter between the two could get ugly if I let it.  On so many
occasions, the two had literally cleared a room with their arguments.  I
was personally under the impression that they liked each other, but that
was not my burden to bear.

	"So, Ty'Shawn, where are you from?"  Tianna continued.

	"Brooklyn.  And most people call me Ty.  My moms calls me Ty'Shawn
when she mad or something."

	"Ty," I cut in before Tianna could continue the Spanish
Inquisition, "This is Max, Joey, Shaq, and..."

	"Tianna!"  she enthusiastically finished for me.  "But you can call
me Tee-Tee."

	"Cool to meet all of you," he politely replied.  The conversation
for the table centered around Ty for the remainder of our lunch period.  Ty
seemed to fit right in to the small group of friends I had collected and
they noticed it, as well.  I was glad to see him loosen his rigidity around
them.  I learned that he would be joining the basketball team with Max and
had earned some major recognition in the sport.  Of course, that set Max
off on a tangent.  I reliquished my lunch period to the comradery and was
surprised when I heard the bell toll as quickly as it did.

	After separating from the group, I headed to my study hall, leaving
a pouting Ty in the hands of an eager Tianna as they had the next class
together.  I promised to meet Ty by their class at the end to walk with him
to our gym period.

	During my study hall, I did nothing but think of Ty.  What was I
going to do as far as this was concerned?  I knew I was attracted.  That
was the problem.  With Joey and Max, I knew they were two very attractive
guys.  To that end, they had definitely had their run of females after
them.  Max had even dated a senior as a freshman himself.  Joey would never
consider himself dating.  Just "getting the draws" or "smashing."  But, I
had never really felt any attraction myself other than the lust that anyone
would feel over seeing the two of them shirtless in the summer.  They both
had bodies to die for, but I didn't get the same feeling from them.  Ty was
definitely a different entity.

	When I reached the door to the classroom, I could see Tianna with
her seat unusually close to Ty and Ty looking as though he would be nauseas
at any second.  The bell rang and I smiled as the two walked out of the
room, arms forcefully linked together.

	"You two look cute together," I teased.

	"Don't we?!?"  Tianna screeched.  "I gotta get to my next class,
but I'll see you two after school.  Bye, Ty."

	"Peace," he almost whispered.  When she was out of ear shot, he
turned to me with a pained look on his face.  "What did I ever do to you,
dawg?"

	"What do you mean?"  I asked, puzzled.

	"Why did you send me to class with her?  It was torture, homie.
Not a good look, son."

	I burst out laughing.  I couldn't help it.  "Let's get to gym."


If you like this story, I'll send chapter 2.  Need feedback though.
nu_jerzee82@yahoo.com