Heavens Just a Sin Away

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Chapter 9 - SIN: LUST

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

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

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

"Enough!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was quiet again.

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

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

"Syn..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am fine with it."

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

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

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

"My lips are sealed."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yesterday was fucked up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are you going?"

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled, "I'm fine."

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

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

"Nope."

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

"He's lying."

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

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

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

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

"Hey! Pretty boy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If he were doing some kind of false flirting then he would have a motive. The motive was to make T-Boy mad as hell.

I found myself thinking longer then intended on my response.

"Um..."

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

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

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

"Hey sexy!" Sampson said.

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

I had gone home, tired and yet overall pleased with my first day of school.

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

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

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

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

"You like holding hands with me?"

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

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

"Are we holding hands now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Syn, wait. I want to talk."

"About what?"

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

"We are..."

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

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

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

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

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

"A what?"

"A relationship."

"With who?"

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

I could tell that he was being serious. Thing was that it was scaring me. Just 5 days ago, I found out that he had sex with Sampson and never told me.

Before that, he had been acting like a complete ass to me. Now he was saying that he wanted to be in a relationship with me?

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

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

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

I rolled down the window.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure..."

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

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

"2 dollars."

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

"I got it."

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

"Are you following me?" I immediately asked, even though I hadn't meant to.

I wanted to sound nicer to him, since he had actually paid for the coke.

"No. Of course not."

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

"You're welcome."

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

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

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

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

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

"Please!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Damn. I'm so sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes..." I said.

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

It was Byron.

He was standing in the dark.

He was standing there while I slept.

He was standing in my room.

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

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