@~~{~~~ Black Love on The Court~~~}~~@
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Sorry everyone for the hold up. I just got a new job and a new man and I've been really busy. The bad part about it is that I already had this chapter written, I was just to busy and neglected to post. But I promise you that the chapters will come flowing in, just as they used to. Thanks!!
FLASHBACK
Before I got into the tub I said " Steve there's something I have to tell you."
"What is it baby?" He inquired.
I paused for a minute, contemplating on telling him or not. Then I said " I wanted to tell you that. . .
FLASHBACK
. . . . that. . . .that. . . I really like you." I spat out, finally.
I just couldn't tell him that I had kissed Antoine, especially after all of this he did for me. It will crush him, let alone our relationship. I will tell him later, this is too good to ruin now. God, I just wish I didn't let that boy's lips touch mine, then maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty.
"Aw Ty," Steve said, snapping me back to reality, "if this isn't enough to show you that I'm feeling you for real, then I don't know what else to do." Steve said with a laugh.
"Haha, yeah I know. Am I staying the night?" I asked
"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way" he said with a smile, then he learned over and kissed me deeply.
Steve blew out the candles and he cuddled up close to me. We laid there, my back against his stomach and his strong arms wrapped around me. And as I felt Steve's breathing slow down and even out, I was left starring at the wall. . . .
When I woke up Steve wasn't in the bed with me. I had to think about where I was. Then I remembered what Steve had done and I smiled I turned and look at the door and saw Steve walk in with only his shorts. His body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat as he stood there smiling at me.
"Good morning baby boy, you was sleep for a long time." He said as he approached me
"Boy its 8:30 am, what do you mean?" I said
"Well I've been up since 6 am, so to me you have been sleep all morning." He said wit a laugh.
"What may I ask where you doing up so early on a Sunday morning?" I asked inquisitively.
"Well I woke up and I thought about waking you up but I didn't so I starred at you for a while and decided to go and make you breakfast. When I was done it was only 7:30 and I thought that was still to early so I decided to go out for a run. I don't know where I got all this energy from. I guess I just wanted to kill time until you woke up." Steve explained.
"Oh I see, well you was just a little too busy huh?" I said with a laugh
"Yeah, did you sleep aight last night, you seemed a little distraught last night before I feel asleep?" Steven asked
"Yeah. . . I slept fine." I stuttered
"Okay if you say so. Come downstairs when your done washing up and eat your breakfast boy" Steven said as he walked downstairs.
I stood up and stretched. I looked out the window and noticed a lot of brown and orange leaves on the ground. Fall had snuck up on us quick as hell. Pretty soon we would be having Thanksgiving and Christmas together. Wow a boyfriend for the holidays, I never thought I would see the day. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My nice, wavy ponytail I had the night before was now a nappy mess atop of my head. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and fixed my hair into a nice, slick ponytail and made my way to the stairs. As I reached the stairs I heard shouting going on below me. So I listened.
"What the fuck are all these candles doing out, Steven?" A strange man's voiced scolded.
"Why do you come home and yell all the time?" Steve asked with a timid voice, one that didn't seem to fit him at all
"Because I come home to an idiot for a son. I mean I go away for weeks at a time, I'd think that I could come home to a clean house once in a while.." The man shouted, who I now presumed was his father.
"Okay , I'll clean them up, just don't yell." Steve pleaded
"Don't you fucking tell me what to do, boy. I'm your goddamn father and what I say goes around her fool." He yelled
Then I heard footsteps leading towards the stairs. I heard Steven gasp as he remembered that I was up here. That's when I ran back into Steve's room and slipped in the closet. When I saw Steven's dad walk into the bath room and close the door, I ran out of the closet and down the stairs. When I got to Steven he showed a sign of relief.
"Did he see you?" He inquired
"No he didn't, I hid in your closet" I said
"Good, well I think you'd better go now, he's home and I don't want you to have to experience him any further." Steve said with a frown
"No, I'm not about to leave you here alone with him and he's talking to you like that." I insisted
"No it's okay, really. I'm used to handling him, he's a little worse this time but I have you to look forward to. I mean last night is enough to keep me going for a long time. As long as I have your trust, then I have nothing to complain about." Steve said reassuringly.
I just smiled awkwardly, knowing how wrong he really was. And for a split second I thought about telling him then, but I knew this was definitely the wrong time. So I gave him a kiss good by and left out the back door. As I walked around to the front I saw Steve's dad walk back down the stairs to yell at Steven some more through the window. I just shook my head and walked around the corner, heading towards my house. I felt so bad for my man. Why does he have to suffer like that. That man just doesn't appreciate the fine son he really has. It's a shame.
When I got home, my mom was at her sewing machine in the living room and she asked me where I had been. I told her I was at Steve's house because we had went out together with the guys and I was too tired to walk home. She just smiled at me and went back to sewing her dress. I went into my room and plopped down on the bed and starred at the ceiling, with Steven the only topic on my mind. I eventually got up and did some homework, but not much; it gave me a headache. So I went across the street to release some stress and there were a lot of people there for a change. I ran a couple of four on four's with a few of the guys there and then I noticed that Evan was there.
"Yo Ty, come here for a minute" Evan shouted
"What's up fam?" I said
"Yo I was talking to Brandon last night because I was wondering why he wasn't at the game. All he said was that he didn't want to play on the team with a couple of faggots." Evan said
"What do you think. . . .I mean who do you think. . . ." I stuttered, looking guilty as hell
"I don't know, but I still don't believe that's a good reason to miss the first game of the season." Evan replied, completely ignoring the fact that I was nervous.
"Yeah neither do I. He really needs to get over himself" I said with a sigh of relief.
After that me and Evan shot around until it was dark and then he decided to go in and so did I. I ate and climbed into the shower. The hot water felt so good against my body, for I was out there playing hard. I allowed the water to beat against my body with great force and I threw my head back in pleasure. I became really horny, thinking about my shared baths with Steven. I began to grab my dick, which was all slippery with soap. I started stroking it slowly, playing with the tip every time I came up. I imagined Steven behind me, tearing it up and it made me even hornier. I picked up my pace and began to beat it rapidly. A few more minutes of this and my body tensed up and released streaming ropes of cum, the same color of the soap that was on my dick already. I finished up in the shower and climbed in the bed with a smile on my face.
I woke up a little groggy because it was Monday, but that soon disappeared because I remembered I would be able to see Steven when I got to school. I washed and got dress and went downstairs. I noticed the whole house was empty but didn't really pay much attention to it. When I stepped outside, the bus was pulling up. I must have gotten some good ass sleep because I hadn't gotten up early enough for the bus in a long time, Steven had been taking me to school. When I got on the bus I saw Sheriel.
"Where have you been little boy" Sheriel shouted
"No where shorty, I just been a little busy that's all." I replied.
"Mmmmhmmm you have been hanging with that pretty boy haven't you? You guys probably be scamming on girls all the time and you forgot about little old me." Sheriel said in the weakest attempt at acting sad.
"Not like you really missed me anyway." I replied
"No it wasn't me that was missing you, it was Sandy. This girl is in love with you man, why don't you just talk to her." She asked
"Well. . . .Sandy is cool or whatever but she's not really my type." I said with a smirk, knowing that she is far from what I'm interested in right now.
"Well don't ever tell her that, she'll probably kill herself." Sheriel said.
When we got to school, I set off immediately looking for Steve. I found him in the cafeteria, looking around like he had lost something, I was presuming he was looking for me. He looked really cute today. He had on a white and baby blue shirt on that said irresistible and his pants where a white and baby blue blend. He wore these superstar glasses that Omarion and Bow Wow would usually wear that brought his whole outfit together. My baby was a superstar today.
"Ty, there you are!" Steve shouted
"Oh my God, look at you boy. You really cleaned up today. What's with the glasses?" I said
"Um. . . nothing just. . . wanted to look good today, that's all. Something my dad picked up for me in Paris." He said with a stutter
"Let me see your glasses, they look to raw." I said excitedly
"No!! Wait!!" Steve shouted as I pulled the glass off his face to reveal a large blue-black eye.
I stood there stunned, and then I got really angry and said "Who the fuck did that to you?!"
Grabbing the glasses back he said "No one and don't worry about it." Then he fumbled to put the glasses back on, which covering up the shiner and making him look all at the same time.
"No Steve who in the world could have. . . did he hit you?" I said with a sound of realization in my voice
"Don't worry about my father, I got him under control baby." He said trying to reassure me but it sounded like he needed to hear it more than I did.
"Steve, this is not under control. You call a black eye under control? Why did he hit you?" I inquired
"It's nothing, we don't need to talk about it." He shot back
"Nigga you can tell me anything, and you know that. Please tell me, it'll make you feel a whole lot better." I said
"Well. . . when you left, he went into my room and saw more candles and things and he got suspicious. He found our used condom and came running downstairs yelling and shouting about me trying to make a baby. Then when we were done arguing he walked back upstairs and I guess he went into my room because he came back downstairs with the look of pure hatred on his face and the letter I had wrote to you in his hand." Steve explained
"Oh my God. . ." was all I could muster
"Yeah then that's when it got nasty. He started calling me names and he threw the first punch. I got the next and it went on that way until the next door neighbor came over all concerned and shit. My dad grabbed his coat and left and didn't come home all night. When I woke up he was sprawled all over the couch, probably drunk, so I just got ready for school and left." He said
"Um. . . baby I'm so sorry." I said apologetically.
"No don't be, I'm fine. I have you don't I? You keep me going, well you and basketball anyway." he said with a laugh, trying to get me out of this gloomy state I had slipped into.
"Yeah I guess." I said in a cheery voice, trying to convince him I was okay.
Then the bell rang and we both ran to 1st period. An announcement came over the loudspeaker and informed us that after 4th period there will be an all school assembly in the auditorium. Our guest speaker is Hilary Clinton and she wanted to talk to Central about the importance of voting. I thought it was crap but at least we would get out of the rest of our classes, and she is having our lunches catered to us afterwards so it didn't sound too bad.
A little after 3rd period I had seen Steve again and noticed that he still had on his glasses. He was talking to his dean so I decided not to bother him. Instead, I went over to where some of my classmates were hanging out by the lockers and talked with them. Steve had walked past me with a look of disgust in his eyes. I wanted to go after him and ask him what was wrong, but the bell had rang and everyone ran to their 4th period classes. All through 4th period I wondered why Steve gave me that look. Maybe it was because I took his glasses off this morning. I mean only a few people saw his eye and they weren't even concerned about him. So he couldn't still be mad about that. Or maybe he was. I don't know.
After 4th period the whole school was called down to the auditorium, by class. The seniors were all the way in the front, then juniors, and then us sophomores with the freshman behind us. Hilary entered and we all gave her a round of applause and then she dug right into her speech. It was rather boring and I had almost fell asleep until I heard a really loud "FUCK YOU!" echo throughout the auditorium.
"Man why are you so mad? You act like he's your boyfriend or something!" The boy yelled.
"Don't worry why the fuck I'm so mad, you just stay the fuck away from him!" Steve shouted.
Everyone, including Hilary, searched for the origin of the sound, only to find out that it came from the senior section. When I looked down there I saw Steven wrestling with some guy I could make out. Steve's glasses were off and I'd figured that some one must have called him out on it and he got and retaliated. All the deans and security ran down there to breakup the fight. They dragged Steve and that other boy up the stairs, and the got close enough for me to see that the other boy was Antoine. I froze in my seat as I saw Steve glare at me.
A few minutes later, after Hilary had recuperated and started her speech again, an announcement roared over the loudspeaker and said,
"Will Tyshawn Williams please report to the deans office immediatelly!"
I stood up, embarrassed as hell, and walked off to the dean's office. As I walked up the stairs everyone, including Hilary, starred at me. I thought to myself `how could this day get any worse' as I walked towards the door marked "DEANS". Before I could open the door, I saw Steven's father charging towards my way shouting, "You better not by Ty!"
That's all for chapter 5. Chapters 6 and 7 should be up by tomorrow. I can only send a chapter a day so your going to have to wait. All I can say is brace yourself for chapter 6 because it's a real heartbreaker, especially if you have grown attached to one of the characters. But I'm saying too much. Thanks to my editor and to all my faithful readers!!!
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