Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 09:20:09 EST
From: Madasonaysha@aol.com
Subject: "I Hate Anthony" chapter four Gay/ High School & Gay / Interracial

Disclaimer: This is the story of two teen boys, one Black and one Latino  and
the problems that they go through.  If that bothers you  then don't read.

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Authors Note: I just want to thank you all for the support with my stories,
I even received my first flame LOL!  I want to recommend a great story,
"Angst" by JoJo.  It is written in episodic time and can be found in the  high
school section. Its one of personal favorites and the author is WICKED  AWESOME.
Also my little bro. has a story in the High School and  Interracial sections,
"Oakbridge High".  This is his first story and he's  looking for feedback so
all of you check that at and hit him up, he's e-mail  addy is at the beginning
of his story.

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			     "I HATE  ANTHONY"
			       BY MADDY  A.
(The Jersey  Girl)

CHAPTER FOUR: A SLIP OF THE TONGUE

Anthony was  waiting patiently for his friends to arrive. He had a long day
and wanted  nothing to more to do than light up a blunt and relax. Now, he didn'
t really  like to smoke weed, in fact he hated to. All the players on the
basketball team  were subjected to random drug testing and Anthony didn't like to
take the risk  that he might fail. Although he was unsure of his future in
the sport, he was  more unsure of how his life would be without it. But, that
night all he wanted  to do was get high. He wanted to smoke away all of the
confusing thoughts of  Brian he was having. He hated him, that's what he was
supposed to do. For years,  he had trained himself to hate him, but that was easy
from a far, now he had to  work closely with him and that both troubled and
intrigued him. He knew that he  was in for it. Anthony's mind was in a scramble.
His thoughts were threatening  to overwhelm him. He looked at the clock and
found he still had almost an hour  until his friends were due to arrive. He
couldn't take just laying around his  small important so he did the one thing he
could do to relax. He went for a  jog.

The night was bitterly cold. It was mid-November and the  weather in New
Jersey was at an unseasonable 40 degrees. Winter was soon  approaching and the sky
was already darkened to a midnight blue. His baggy black  hooded sweatshirt
did little to warm him. He began to run faster, in hopes of  finding the warmth
that he needed. He didn't realize where he was jogging  towards until he
found himself in front of an old friends apartment building.  `God! What the hell
am I doing?' He asked himself. He wanted to turn and go the  other way, but
something compelled him to stay. He just stood there as the wind  whipped past
him. His short black hair blew wildly across his face, occasionally  brushing
into his dark green eyes. He should have turned and went back to his
apartment, but he just stood there staring at the front door that lead to the  main
hallway of Brian's building. Somewhere down that long dim hallway were the
stairs that would lead him to apartment 3B. He found himself walking up the  porch
steps and ringing the bell labeled Washington. `What the fuck am I doing  at
Brian's!' He mumbled. As quickly as he ran up those steps, he ran down them
and back towards his house, thanking God that no one saw him. When he reached
the end of Brian's block, he turned back to look at the apartment building one
 last time. He saw the figure of someone looking down at him from the porch
steps  and for a brief second their eyes met. Each figure stood in place trying
to  distinguish who the other were. An ambulance sped down the block,
illuminating  the street with bright blues and reds. Each persons face quickly, but
briefly  revealed. Shock ran across both of their faces as the other became
recognizable.  Anthony quickly disappeared around the corner and the street was
once again  empty. Anthony ran faster and faster down the street until he
reached his  building. His milky white face now flushed red with heat from the
physical  exertion, and from something else he wouldn't admit to.

Brian  stood staring out his window. Although it was only a little after
five, the sky  was black with night signaling that winter was just around the
corner. He was  lonely. His mother was rarely home, but he knew that it was only
because she  loved him. She had to work long and hard hours as a Nursing
Assistant. She was  saving every penny that she earned to send Brian to college. Her
son was smart  and she would do everything in her power to make sure that he
got out of the  slums of their neighborhood. She didn't want him to become
some drug addict or  working at a dead end job. Her son was much to smart for
that. She knew early on  that her son was destined for great things. He had
learned to read by three and  by the time he was in second grade, his teachers all
wanted him to be skipped to  the next. He read books that not even she read,
even some she never heard of.  Her son was destined for great things and she
would be damned if he was going to  be held back from reaching his full
potential. So she worked long hours in hopes  that when the time came, she could send
him to school. Brian's father was long  gone. All he knew about him was that
he was West Indian and it was suspected  that he was now living back in his
native country. Brian hadn't seen him in  close to thirteen years so it was just
him and his Mom. He often longed for a  brother or sister to keep him company.
He found something better than a brother  with Anthony, but he was aware that
he no longer could get what he wanted from  him, what at one time he thought
he needed. The things that he once believed he  could find from Anthony, he
knew were lost. He didn't even want them... `Or do  I?' He asked himself. He
open up his living room window to feel the cold wind  dance across his slender
dark brown face. He laid down on his couch, snuggled up  with his black fleece
blanket and his copy of "A Separate Peace". He heard the  familiar sounds of
cop car sirens along with the other noises of the Ghetto.  Strangely the
sounds of the familiar comforted him. Somewhere amongst the noise  he thought he
heard someone call out his name.

Curious, he sat  down his book and looked out his window again only to see a
hooded figure now  standing on his porch steps. Normally he wouldn't give
seeing someone on his  steps a second thought. There were at least twenty other
families who lived in  his apartment building so there was always a vast array
of people coming and  going. But, there was something about that person which
seemed familiar, like he  knew them. The figure walked up the steps and Brian
jumped at the sound of his  bell buzzing. He ran down the decrepit stairs and
down his dilapidated hallway  as if he was running towards his destiny. When he
reached the door the person  was gone. He walked out barefoot onto the porch
and gazed down the street. His  toes were freezing from the cold and he wished
that he would have slipped on a  pair of sneakers. He saw the back of the
hooded figure running down his street.  He was tempted to run down the street to
catch the figure, but the chill on his  toes told him otherwise. Once the
figure reached the end of the street, it  turned back to look at Brian. `Where do
I know him from?' Brian asked himself.  He could tell it was a guy from the
figures tall and what seemed to be muscular  form. The two guys just stood in
their respective locations, looking at each  other. Each couldn't see the other'
s face, but were both entranced with the  others silhouette. It was so cold
out, but that didn't matter to Brian. He had  to know who that guy in the black
hoody was. As if God heard his plea, an  Ambulance Truck came speeding down
the street. For a brief moment the street lit  up and Brian's deep brown eyes
met the warm dark green eyes of the one person he  hated. The one person he
hated to hate. In a shock of seeing Anthony's face,  Brian withdrew to the safety
of the hallway. `What is he doing here?' Brian  asked out loud to know one
in particular. He slowly opened the door and peered  outside, but Anthony was
long gone. `Did he ring my bell? Why would he ring it  just to run away?' So
many questions Brian asked himself. He dragged himself  back up the stairs and
laid down once again on his couch. He was no longer in  the mood to read so he
just laid there deep in thought. His heart fluttered, if  only for a brief
moment. `I hate him, I will not feel that way again for him. I  hate Anthony!".
He yelled out-loud. No one was home to hear him.

A  nice hot shower is just what Anthony needed to relax.  He let the soap run
 down his body and felt some of the tension leave him. He had just hopped
out when he heard the bell ring.

"Its about time Bitch! I've been waiting  for your punk ass to get here for
like two hours!" Anthony yelled at  Carlos.

"Calm down kid! Carlos is here wit da weed." Carlos said with a  smirk on
his face as he pushed past a toweling wearing Anthony. Anthony  retreated into
his bedroom to get dressed and he heard his bell ring four more  times. He
groaned to himself as he realized that he was once again the victim of  one of
Carlos's impromptu parties. He strolled out of his bedroom wearing a  baggy dark
blue colored velour sweat outfit. The color of the velour  complemented his
eyes making them stand out even more than the usually did. He  saw close to
fifteen people in his living room, all already smoking the joints.  He only
recognized five people, one being Jacky.

"Aye! Jacky man you made  it!" Anthony said. The excitement in his voice was
real. He had a few questions  he wanted to ask him. He was surprised to see
Jacky par taking in the  activities. In all the years that the two of them had
been friends, he only  witnessed him smoking once. He had a bad reaction to
the weed and vowed never to  do it again. Jackson was more of a drinker. He was
a little smaller than  Anthony, but their builds were the same. Anthony couldn'
t hold his liquor at all  and it stunned him to know that Jacky could pack
the alcohol away, barley  getting affected.

"Yeah dude." Jacky desolately responded. Truth be told  he would rather be
somewhere else. The party was not his typical scene, but that  night he needed
to do something, anything to take his mind off of his troubles.  Jacky just
puffed away, choking on the smoke, but that did little to discourage  him.
Anthony looked down at his friend and noticed something different about  him. He
seemed to be troubled about something, but Anthony didn't want to pry.  What he
did want to know was what was going on between Jackson and Brian. His  friend
didn't have a thing for Brian, did he? Anthony was trying to figure out a  way
to bring it up, but didn't know how to. He let the thought pass and lit up
his own blunt. His reddened eyes and relaxed look, notified everyone that he
was  already feeling the effects. Some random girl sat on his lap, but Anthony
was  too stoned to realize what she was doing. Many girls flirted with him, so
he  wasn't surprised by it. She started to grind her hips into his lap and
Anthony's  body reacted. The girl was far from his type, but the weed had him
feeling  frisky. The girl was pretty, but she didn't do it for him. No body did
it for  him like... She was a thick-bodied Puerto Rican girl who was friends
with Lucia.  Brianna was pretty to any mans eye. Her hair was long, curly and
jet-black. Her  olive skin was clear and smooth and complimented her dark eyes.
She had been  after Anthony for a while, but he never showed any interest in
her. She didn't  know what he saw in Lucia. Sure, Lucia was a good friend to
her, but she didn't  see what guys saw in her. She was too white and too short.
Guys just fell at her  feet. She could have had any guys that she wanted yet
she had to take the one  guy Brianna had been in love with. `I'll show her!'
Brianna said to  herself.

"Hey Ant." Brianna said. Anthony looked at her through silted  eyes and
gruffly responded.

"Don't call me that Brianna." Anthony said.  He hated that nick name yet
everyone seemed to insist on calling him  that.

"Sorry baby. How about you and me go back to your bedroom where we  can get
comfortable." She began to grind her hips aggressively against his  thighs,
feeling his body respond underneath her she didn't stop. She ignored the  fact
that they were in the middle of a crowded party. She wanted what she wanted  and
she was going to get it right at that moment. She swayed her hips back and
forth until she was sure that he had reached too far to return. She straddled
his lap so that she could face him. Anthony's eyes were closed and he pictured
 the face of the one that he wanted. In his mind it wasn't Brianna on his
lap,  but it was his old friend. He felt a nibble at his ear and he moaned. He
mumbled  under his breath.

"Oh yeah, don't stop Bri...don't stop." Brianna took  that as a sign and
sucked harder. People around them gawked, some enticed by  what they saw and
others put off. Anthony gripped Brianna's hips, but in his  mind where she was
soft, he felt hardness. His thoughts got the better of him as  the familiar
scent of Vanilla filled his nostrils. He kept mumbling. " Bri don't  stop. God!
You feel so good!". Brianna began to rock her hips back and forth  across him
and his moans became louder. She began to lick and gently suckle at  his neck.

"You like this Baby?" Brianna asked in a soft voice. In  Anthony's mind, her
voice wasn't soft it was deep. The same voice that for the  last six years he
heard from a far change. It was once soft and delicate, but  now it was deep
yet it still seemed fragile in a way.

"Yeah...God! Don't  stop!...Aye Aye...Don't' stop." Anthony moaned. He was
close, real close. He knew  it his heart that Brianna wasn't who he was
imagining, but he let his head  pretend. Her denim Jeans causing friction against his
soft velour sweat pants.  He couldn't take it anymore and with a guttural
moan it was over. He was panting  and mumbled a few words in Spanish. "Usted Se
Siente tan bueno. Amo Su Brian."  Anthony thrust his hips one hard last time,
before he erupted inside of his  pants. No one heard him except for Brianna. `
You feel so good. Don't stop  Brian?' Brianna thought to herself. `Did he say
Brian? No, he must have said Bri  and moaned that's all. Right?' She tried to
reassure herself that she must have  heard wrong. But, what if she hadn't?
She could use that to her advantage. Show  the Lucia that not everything in her
world was so damn perfect. Her thoughts  were broken by the sound of loud
clapping from all the guys at the party.  Anthony's eyes snapped open. He looked
at the people who had surrounded him like  it was the first time that he had
seen them. He didn't feel embarrassed like  most people would have. He didn't
embarrass easily. Then he remembered the words  that he moaned as he was
reaching his peak. In a state of panic, he looked at  Brianna's face to see if she
had heard him. Relief washed over him as she smiled  down and kissed his face.

"You were great baby, but next time were going  to do it alone...and with no
clothes on." Brianna said seductively as she hoped  off his lap and began to
mingle with the other guys. The few girls that were  there looked at her
disapprovingly. Including Regina who had come just in time  to see the end of the
show.

"Brianna do you even care that he has a  girlfriend, who happens to be your
friend.?" Regina asked her. Brianna looked at  Regina and rolled her eyes.

"Oh please! I was doing the girl a favor. She  doesn't put out for him so
somebody had to and its not like we had SEX anyway.  And you know something,
Anthony has the biggest Dick. Its even bigger than  Jacky's." Regina stood there
fuming. The gall of Brianna to bring up her past  history with Jackson. One
of the reasons Jacky stopped smoking weed was the  first time that he did it,
he so far gone that he wound up losing his virginity  to Brianna. A mistake he
wished never happened. In true black girl fashion,  Regina rolled her eyes and
stepped into Brianna's face. Regina was not one to be  played with.

"Shut the fuck up slut. I already no about how you sucked  him off last
summer. Who doesn't. You are so fucking NASTY!" Regina replied and  walked off to
be with her man. Jacky sat on a couch with his face downcast. His  eyes were
blood red from the weed he had been smoking, a sight that Regina had  never
seen. She was both concerned and infuriated by Jacky's state. Her anger  won out
in the end.

"Yo! What the fuck Jackson!" She screamed at him and  he knew that he was in
trouble. The only time she ever addressed him by his full  name was when she
was pissed.

"Hey baby, I didn't know you were going to  be here." He replied and it was
true. If he would have known that she was going  to be there, he wouldn't have
smoked so much weed.

"What the fuck is  wrong with you? Look at yourself! Your eyes are blood red
and you stink. You  fucking reek of weed!"

"I'm sorry babe I just needed something to help me  mellow out." Regina
calmed down and realized that something seriously was wrong  with her boyfriend.
Even though she no longer felt the same strong feeling she  once had, she still
considered him one of her closest friends. She sat down next  to him and put
her hand on his shoulder. He turned to her and looked as if he  wanted to cry.
He didn't like feeling the way that he did. He didn't want to be  so
confused about everything. He loved his girlfriend. He loved his life. He  just hated
the thoughts of Brian he was having.

"Hey how bout you walk  me home. We have school tomorrow and it's getting
late." She told him. She  wanted to get him alone so he would open up. They left
the party hand in hand as  Anthony watched. ` Damn! I wanted to talk to him!'
 He said to himself.

Jacky thought about opening up to Regina, but thought better of  it. He knew
the only reason she got him to leave the party was to talk. He knew  she wouldn
't understand what he was going through, no one would. He needed to  talk to
Brian, maybe he could help him. Regina kissed his cheek when it was time  for
them to part. The kiss was one between friends, not lovers like they
supposedly were. They both knew that it was over it was just a matter of  declaring it
out loud, which neither did. As Jacky walked towards his own home,  he
wondered if he should talk to Brian about how he felt. `What would he think?  I
shouldn't tell him. No, I should I tell him?' He kept debating with himself.  He
was leaning towards the latter by the time he was in his bed.

"Aye  that was some show you put on. Lucia is going to have your ass when she
finds  out and you know she will kid!" Carlos said, sitting next to him.
Anthony  groaned as he realized the inevitable was going to happen. He wasn't even
 thinking of Lucia. He wasn't in love with her, but he liked her and didn't
want  to see her get hurt. He knew that there was nothing he could do to
prevent that  from happening.

"Shit! I didn't even think about her. Do you really think  she's gonna find
out?" He asked. Carlos laughed at him in response and walked  away to mingle
with the other guests. Anthony knew more then a few people at the  party were
friends with Lucia and news traveled fast in their circle. He figured  that it
would be better for her to find out from him than someone else. He  grabbed
his cordless phone and locked himself in his mother's room. After three  rings
Lucia picked up.

"Hey Anthony! I heard your having a party, where's  my invite?" She
playfully joked.

"How did you know that?" He asked,  wondering how the news had gotten to her.

"Brianna told me that she was  going to go. I would have went, but I have way
too much homework. You shouldn't  be having a party on a Thursday anyway."
She said in her ever-playful tone.  Anthony didn't immediately respond and
Lucia knew that something was wrong and  she asked. "What's the matter? Why are
you so quiet?"

"Ahhh...baby I  fucked up." He said with his voice full of regret. Her New
Jersey born Italian  accent came out in full force as it always did when she
was upset.

"Oh my  God! What the fuck did you do?"

"I sorta hooked up with someone  else."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SORTA HOOKED UP WITH SOMEONE!" Lucia yelled.  She was
confused, hurt and angry all at once.

"We fooled around, but I  didn't have sex with her, I swear!" Anthony said
in a defensive voice. Yeah, he  kind of cheated on her, but not really. There
was no skin to skin contact so it  technically wasn't cheating in his eyes, but
he had strayed  nonetheless.

"Well, I'm waiting what did you do?"

"We kissed and  she sorta touched me...THROUGH clothes though...and that's
all!"

"YOU  KISSED ANOTHER GIRL! Wait, I need a minute...who was it?" Lucia
demanded.  Everyone in school was aware that she was Anthony's girlfriend and she
wanted to  know just who the sluts name was.

"Brianna." Anthony responded and Lucia  flipped.

"WHAT! WHAT THE FUCK! WITH MY GIRL! YOU HOOKED UP WITH MY HOME  GIRL? WE ARE
SO FINISHED!" She mumbled a few curse words in Italian and slammed  down the
phone.

Anthony sat on the floor in his bathroom with his  hanging low. He should
have been upset that he had just been dumped, but for  once he felt relieved. He
usually had to be the one to break up with a girl, at  least he didn't have to
this time. He made his way back out to the party to tell  everyone to clear
out. It was almost eleven and his mother would be getting off  her shift at the
restaurant she worked at. No one offered to stay and help him  clean so he
did it alone. Truthfully, if anyone had he would have turned them  down. He
wanted to be alone with his thoughts. `God! I hate my life!' He  screamed out
loudly, since no one could hear  him....

To Be Continued

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