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Chapter 11, Sin: Sloth
"How will we afford the mortgage?" "My parents paid off the mortgage a while back." "What about the utility bills?" "My uncle will be paying them." "So how is this not heaven?" "I guess it is." T-Boy was full of questions as I introduced him to my parent's house. With my uncle's permission, we could stay in the house until college came around. It was weird though, just being in this house again. The house held so many memories of the past. I kept remembering my parents. It made me a little insecure. T-Boy's eyes looked from room to room, almost emphasizing our luck, "This house is huge just for the two of us." "Yeah, I know." It was weird how big the house was, but my parent's loved big things. Before it was just three people living in the house. My parents thought that having few people live in a large house was a kind of dream for them. It was creeping me out to be here, but I guess it was worth it to see T-Boy's face. He looked so excited. It was hard to tell. He was smiling the entire time. I should have been as happy as he was to see the house and know that I would be living here with no supervision, but it wasn't like that. I felt a deep depression just looking at the places where my parents once walked. I felt almost lost when I traveled from room to room. This house wasn't the same house that I lived in. This house had become an empty canvas of memories. "Hey," T-Boy said, "Why don't we christian the living room?" I had no idea what he was talking about until he came close and put his hand on my face. He leaned over with this seductive smile. I tried to smile back and tried to lean in to kiss him...but I couldn't. It felt almost like the eyes of my parents were watching me in the house. "I can't...not yet," I said and then thought of a quick excuse, "We just started going out." "But we had sex before when we weren't going out...remember?" he asked, "Or is it because Sampson isn't around?" He jerked away, immaturely. He definitely wasn't going to convince me to be intimate with him by bringing up the experiment that him, Sampson and I had. It was only one time. I was beginning to regret it. "No, its has nothing to do with Sampson. I guess this house just freaks me out." He looked at me with this sad look. I guess he understood me. He came close and let out this soft `sorry' and gave me a hug. We hugged for a little while. His hard body against mine was making me so horny, but the fact of the matter was the house was just too weird for me to even thinking about having sex. "We can always go out in the lawn..." We both laughed at how ridiculous his suggestions were getting for a second and then he broke it to go awe around the house some more. I stayed where I was just to think. I still felt anger towards Ms. Nicole and still felt sad that Sampson saw me differently. The house was on my mind for some unknown reason as well. I hated being in this house. If I had somewhere else to go, then I would of went. We spent the entire day just bringing our bags in the house and trying to sweep up. Most of my parent's furniture was in storage, which meant my uncle would be paying movers to bring them back during the week sometime. I also didn't feel comfortable with just T-Boy and I being in the house. It wasn't that it was T-Boy, because I would love to be anywhere with him. It was the fact was that we were just two people. It made me scared. It made me even more scared when T-Boy chose his room to be around the corner from mine. We were almost like on separate sides of the house! Didn't he want to be near me? I didn't expect him to sleep in the same bed as me (I did kind of hope though), but I did expect him to sleep in the room next to mine. T-Boy's bedroom was two bedrooms down from my own. I hated being so alone in the house, especially at night. I kept waiting for T-Boy to sneak in my room trying to get some sex late at night. He didn't though. I was alone in the darkness of the house. I hated the feeling of death that surrounded this house. ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ T-Boy and I let a week pass before we went back to school. It was one of the craziest weeks ever. We both worked hard on looking for part time jobs and refurnishing the apartment. We needed the part time jobs to buy groceries or what not. At the end of the week, I was the one who found a job. I was going to work at a restaurant. I laughed because I knew the lady who hired me had a huge crush on me. The uniform was funny as hell too. The restaurant had this 70's theme going on so I had to go to work with a muscle shirt and tight bellbottoms on that showed off my ass curves like it was on display. It was funny how quickly the lady hired me to do the job. I said that T-Boy should go apply, but he said the lady was too perverted for him. She wasn't perverted, she just had young, sexy boys working at the restaurant with tight pants to show their bulges. Well ok...she was perverted. T-Boy promised he was going to find a job, but I didn't know how he was going to find the time now that we were going back to school. I reminded him that Ms. Jenkins (my perverted boss) said that if T-Boy had the good work habits (meaning good looks) that I had, then she'd interview him for a position. He refused though, again. "You go out with T-Boy!" Shane roared at the lunchroom table. I hushed him quickly. Despite our little fight, Sampson, Mercedes and the rest of that little crew still sat with us. T-Boy and Sampson acted like they didn't even know each other. Sampson and I had just said a simple `hi' and `bye' to one another. It was so clear to everyone (especially Shane) that something had happened between the three of us. I had to tell Shane everything, including the fact that I was going out with T-Boy. "Yeah, can you be quiet though?" I explained, getting a little embarrassed by his volume, "I don't want the whole school to know." "Why would you do that?" Shane whispered, sharply, "Don't you remember how he treated you?" That was the same reaction that Sampson had. Was it really that terrible that I'd forgiven T-Boy so quickly after he embarrassed me before? T-Boy was apologetic and he definitely did want to be with me now. Why was forgiveness so strange to these people? "I'm over that." "Are you over how he treated Sydney too? How you know he won't treat you like that?" I hushed him again because this time T-Boy was coming back from the bathroom. I watched Sydney coming to the table from the lunch line. She had brought him juice and some food. Shane gave me a look that sort of said, "See, look at that." I wondered...why the fuck was this slut bringing my boyfriend stuff to eat still? "Do you like it?" Sydney had asked T-Boy in this sort of admiring tone. "Slut..." I said to Shane. I had said it loud, but not on purpose. Shane started to laugh hysterically after I said it. He was laughing because of how Sydney's mouth dropped open like she was about to deep throat T-Boy's dick. T-Boy even laughed a little. "Excuse me!" Sydney said, with her signature Barbie `flabbergasted' expression. T-Boy quickly jumped in, "Sydney, just go get me another juice." She shot me a mean look and then gave T-Boy a smile. She went off too, like we all knew she would, to go stand on a mega long lunch line just to get him a juice (which I doubt he needed). I was so fucking pissed at that moment. What the hell was wrong with this girl? What was wrong with T-Boy? T-Boy seemed to know that I was pissed because he pulled me close to him so that we were one seat apart. He pulled our head so close in a soft whisper so that our foreheads hardly touched. If anyone was looking, it would probably look like we were about to kiss. "Are you mad?" "Yeah," I explained to him, "Why the fuck do you have to have her around? She probably thinks, in her mind, that you two are still going together." "She knows that I go with you," he said. "She does?" I was in shock. I hadn't even told anyone but Shane. The big secret that the two of us were dating seemed a little too private to be sharing with Sydney. However, it sort of made me smile that she knew that him and I were going out. "Yeah, she does," he explained, "I told her the day it happened. She was upset, but she couldn't stay mad at me. Its not my fault if she still wants to do things for me. I'm not going to tell her no." "Why not? It's easy. Just say `no'. Doesn't take much." "Hey, it means so much to her," he said, "Why break her heart?" I pulled away, still pissed. He was using her to do shit for him that he didn't want to do himself. I didn't get why he saw that as ok. It was just made me so irritated that Sydney couldn't understand that she was being used. How hard was it to understand? Didn't she listen to what I had told her before or was she just too pigheaded? "Whatever." "Hey," he explained, "Your birthday is this Friday right? How about we throw a party at the house? It can be like a birthday thing and it could be housewarming." Half of me knew he just wanted to make me feel better by offering the party and the other half of me knew he actually wanted to have the party. I gave him a look and then nodded. The bell had rung that moment and as we parted I was beginning to rethink my decision. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By my next period, three or four people started to ask me about party. It was weird how quickly news traveled around the school. I knew T-Boy probably told a few people and they each probably told a few people. Brunswick High was an extremely gossipy school. Everyone talked about everyone else. I hated that about Brunswick High but now it seemed like that same thing I hated had made me a local celebrity. "I hear you got a party," Yolanda had asked me. She would definitely be the first to know. I nodded and then rolled over to go to sleep. She was in my class for the next period. She usually sat next to me and since I was sleeping through most of it, we never really talked. In fact, that was exactly what I was planning to do now. The class was extremely boring. It was one of those classes that I didn't need to graduate and so I really didn't care about it at all. As I slept, Professor Something (the teacher) called at me, "Mr. Clinton, are you with us?" "No, I'm not," I replied, keeping my head down. "Mr. Clinton come to the front of the class." I got up lazily. I knew I was just going to go up there to embarrass myself. I had no idea what they were talking about. I didn't remember the teacher's name. Heck, I had no idea what the subject of this class was! I looked across the room. Trash was in this class?! I hadn't even noticed before. She was sitting across the room with these other bird-brained chicks that only lived to make her happy. If I wasn't going to be embarrassed enough, Trash had to be in here to make it 10 X worse. When we made eye contact, I knew she would say something. "Professor McIntyre," Trash called for his attention, "I think you should ask Syn who Rousseau was. If he could answer that...then he deserves to sleep!" "Great, idea Ms. Kelson," the geeky teacher replied, "Syn...who is Jean Jacques Rousseau? Tell me this and I won't refer you to the Discipline office." Trash was such a bitch. Everyone did what she said, including the teachers. One time, a teacher stood up to Mercedes and Rex found the teacher's son to dislocate his elbow. I put on a dull face, "I have no idea." The teacher sighed in an annoyed fashion, "Sit down Mr. Clinton and next time pay attention." "Professor, you said you were going to send him to the Disciplinary office," Trash snitched, "You should do that or else everyone could sleep." "I suppose you're right. Mr. Clinton, come here." I shot Trash a deadly look. She was SUCH a fucking bitch! I wanted to scream it across the room, but I knew that I couldn't. I would get her back! I stared her down as the teacher wrote a pass for the Disciplinary office. "I knew you would pull some shit like that," I said across the room to Trash. A couple of the girls laughed as though teasing me and then Trash's smile rotted away to a dismal grimace. She rolled her eyes at me with this strong ass nerve, "Do something about it!" I shot back a grimace, "Maybe I will..." The class was in a riot. I didn't know whether it was the fact that I talked back to her or whether it was the fact that Trash seemed too surprised to say anything. Either way, everyone seemed to be surprised at what had just happened. The teacher looked at me with this sort of look as though saying, "You shouldn't have done that" and then he gave me a pass. "Um...don't push your luck," he told me and then turned to the class, "Can someone volunteer to take Syn to the disciplinary office." A couple of girls, who had a crush on me, raised their hands, but the teacher ended up picking Yolanda who seemed the most eager out of anyone to take me. Trash was still speechless. I didn't look her way, but I was sure that as I left the class, her eyes were burned into my head. Yolanda walked me to the disciplinary office. She seemed so excited, which wasn't unusual. Then all of a sudden she stopped me in my tracks and looked me in my eyes. She looked at me with a hopeful expresion. "You realize that you have just become number 1 on Trash's hurt list." The hurt list was a rumor that had been going around the school for a while. People said that Trash had a hurt list. Yolanda was sure that she did. Yolanda had said that before I was number 5 and that Yolanda herself was near number 14. She said that the more a person got on Trash's nerves, the higher they went on the hurt list. When they reached number 1, then Trash would be setting to hurt them or get her brothers to hurt them. "The hurt list is an urban myth," I hoped. "Haha," Yolanda laughed, dismissing the thought, "Either way, you can't let that bitch get away with it." "Bitch? I thought you and Mercedes were best friends." Yolanda laughed, again, "Yeah right! How can I be friends with someone who treats my baby cousin like that?" She was acting real weird. She never cared how Trash treated me before. Why all of a sudden did she care how Trash was treating me now? Yolanda had sucked up to Trash more then any other girl in the school and now she was behind her back calling her a bitch. Yolanda was a very, very shady person. I looked at her with doubt. I didn't hide my suspicion, "What's your point?" Yolanda looked slyly around the hallways and then pulled something out, "I'm talking about extra security." "What is that?" "This is a tape recorder," she explained with a devilish look, "This is the way that you are going to check her." "How?" "Trash is going to come to you later," Yolanda explained, "When someone is at the top of her hurt list, she gives them one threat. I want you to record the threat." "What is the point of doing that?" She gave me a look as if I was asking a dumb question, "Security. See, Trash talks a lot of shit during that threat. She talks about a lot of people. If you can record the threat..." "No fucking way!" I muttered, gazing at Yolanda like she had two heads. "Syn listen," she continued, "If you record the threat, she can't touch you. I'll blackmail her, I'll tell her not to touch you or else I'll let everyone listen to the tape. That way she won't mess with you." "She may fuck with me just because we are blackmailing her!" I replied. "No. Trust me. You will get hurt if you don't do this," Yolanda explained, "Mercedes cares more about her image then anything. She won't risk her image just to beat you up." I gave Yolanda a look. Everything she was saying was reasonable, but I didn't like how she said it. The thought of how sneaky the whole thing was, began to send shivers up my spine. I didn't like to get involved with Yolanda when she was on her little sneaky trips especially if she was plotting against MERCEDES. "I don't know..." "Trash can't step on people forever. I know you are scared, but imagine Lex coming at you trying to send you to Emergency Care. You don't want that. Only way to stop him is to blackmail Mercedes. This is all about you." It didn't sound right. Why was Yolanda helping me? What was Yolanda getting out of it? The whole thing about Yolanda helping me because I was her cousin seemed like bullshit to me. She never cared before. I looked at her still hesitating, "So Mercedes will take the blackmail. She won't get her brothers after me? No one will need to hear the tape, right?" "Exactly...no one, I promise," Yolanda said and handed me the tape, "Just get the recording." ... I thought about what happened between Yolanda and I the entire time. I had ended up taking the tape recorder. I didn't know how safe trusting Yolanda was, but I knew for sure that if I didn't do this, then Mercedes would get someone to beat me up anyway. I figured at least with the tape, I would have some leverage over the situation even though it would probably just make Mercedes angrier. I spent the whole day trying to avoid Mercedes. I told Shane about everything that happened and he basically just looked confused. He didn't say anything about it, but he just sort of nodded and gave no advice at all. I tried to keep focused in the classes, but that was just a wipe out idea. I couldn't stay focused when I didn't have anything on my mind, but now that I did have something on my mind, shit seemed extremely terrible. T-Boy was on my mind as well for some strange reason. I wanted to tell him some of the stuff that was going on, but this was definitely some TOP SECRET stuff. I wasn't sure if T-Boy wouldn't lazily blabber it off to someone. It wasn't that I didn't trust T-Boy, but Shane was the only one who never told a secret no matter what. "Pretty boy..." Shit, I knew that voice. I knew that tone. I knew those words. It was after school. I had almost gotten away with it. I was at my locker. I just needed a couple of seconds to leave. I turned around in disgust to see Trash. She was alone for the first time today and yet she had this whole aura of power around her. "Oh hi," I said, trying to sound as nice as possible. "Fuck the hi, pretty boy," she started, "You know what I like about you? I like your stupidity. You are a walking joke. You make worse decisions then your idiot friend Sampson." I couldn't believe this bitch! Sampson was her fucking boyfriend! She liked my reaction to her saying that, because she paused. All of a sudden I reached in my back pocket and hit record. I didn't want to, but this bitch was forcing me to record the horrible shit she was saying. She deserved it for talking about Sampson like that. "What did you just say?" "You heard me, pretty bitch!" she cursed and then continued, "I said you make worst decisions then your dumb ass friend Sampson. He's a fucking idiot and so are you. You think you can fucking say shit in class and get away with it. I am the Queen bitch of this school! All those other bitches, Erica Carlos, Shirley, Monica, Natalie, Veronica, Tiffany, Yolanda, Anita, all bow down to me. They are dumb broads, that's why. They are all sluts too. Besides me, every girl in this school is a fucking slut. They will bow. You will bow to me too or your ass will be fucked up just like how I did them." I slyly asked, "What about Medusa? I doubt she's bowing..." "Do you have any idea who I am? Medusa is big yeah, but Medusa's a retard. So are all those other big bitches. Ivory is a retard. Yvette is retard. Shit, even biggest men in the school don't got shit on me. Adrian and Mike are pussies. We got a whole football team full of fags. Rob is the biggest fag." "It would be crazy if they knew you were talking about them like that." "And whose going to tell them? You? You're such a fucking pussy. You won't do a damn thing. They are such dumb asses that they won't believe you anyway. I run this school. You...you just attend it. Keep pushing me and end up where Greg Davis ended up last year." She slammed my locker close and left. I hit the stop button. ... Yolanda took the tape recording happily when I told her that I got it. She said that with that tape, she would make sure that Trash didn't touch me. I was worried about the entire thing. I wasn't the bravest soul, but lately I had just been an obvious punk. First it was the whole "afraid of my own house" thing and now it was me being threatened by Trash. "Hey, what happened to Greg Davis last year?" I asked Yolanda. "Oh, poor Greg. Greg had to go for some intensive surgery. Even now, his face looks like it was in a meat grinder. Matter of fact...I think it `was' in a meat grinder... ...... The week had gone by without a lot of complications. I figured either that Yolanda was yet to give Trash the ultimatum to either stop messing with me or we would release the tape to everyone, because Trash continued to mess with me. It was Friday before I knew it. I had spent the whole school day being barraged by `happy birthdays' and all that. I didn't know if I got so many happy birthdays because the people liked me or because they liked the idea that I was throwing a party that night. I didn't care. Truthfully, I didn't know the names of ¾ of the people who told me happy birthday. I didn't care what their names were either. On Monday, we would be walking around each other like we were complete strangers so their names didn't matter. "I can't believe you are sleeping at 4 pm in the afternoon." I had said it to T-Boy. He was laid up in his room with a garbage bag over the window (since he was too lazy to go find the curtains stored downstairs). The room was a pitch black when I walked in and he squirmed when I flicked off the lights. "Hey, baby...I was just resting for the party tonight." "T-Boy!" I whined, trying not to sound too upset, "I called you when I was out looking for the DJ. I asked you to hand out the rest of the invitations." "Don't worry, baby," he continued, looking like he still wanted to sleep, "I got Sydney to do it." "No!" I cried, "Does she have to do everything for you? I mean, its been a week and its really like I've been going out with Sydney. She does all the things you are supposed to do." It was the truth. Yesterday, the girl was helping to arrange the kitchen and the day before that T-Boy had called her to fix the table in the dining room, while he watched `Scarface'. I didn't understand why he didn't want to do anything. Why did he always have Sydney do everything for him? "Baby, don't be mad. The invitations are out. By the way, Sydney mentioned that there was an invitation to Sampson and his girlfriend. Why would you do that?" "T-Boy, I told you to make up the invitations!" "Relax, baby...oh, I guess I had Sydney do it..." "God!" "Baby, are you mad?" That was his damn line all the time. Wasn't I doing a good job sounding mad? He had no clue how irritating his sloth had gotten! I gave him a blank look and just left the room. He was getting on my nerves. Shane had been helping me set up for the party. There was a lot of stuff to do, especially stating that this was the first party that I'd ever thrown. I didn't really understand why `I' was throwing the party. It was T-Boy's idea. He should be doing all the work...but he wasn't. T-Boy was just sitting there...looking cute. He did a good job at looking cute when he wasn't doing anything, but it was getting ridiculous. I wasn't surprised that later on that day, T-Boy had come downstairs and the first thing he did was call Sydney over to help get things ready for the party. She showed up and even though I tried to kick her out several times, she begged me to stay and help. She was so helpful that it was fucking sickening. She was wearing this short little skirt and managed to bend down in front of T-Boy every time she was sweeping. ... By 10' o clock the party was starting. When people started coming in, I let out a deep sigh of relief. Even though T-Boy was less then helpful, I had somehow managed to get it done. The house was looking nice. There was a nice dance floor for the people and the DJ was the best in town. He was Yolanda's boyfriend, I believe. He was cute too, so I knew the ladies would love him and the guys would love how the ladies loved him. Food was there and lots of drinks too. Everything was perfect. By 11:00, the party was basically packed. Yolanda had been the first to give me a present. I forgot what it was, but it was some dumb joke gift, which she found amusing. I smiled in courtesy, but I believed I threw it away afterwards. Shane gave me a scrapbook of crazy pictures that we had together, which I found pretty nice. He was definitely the type to do stuff like that especially since he wanted to study photography in college. T-Boy was watching the entire time. He walked over to me after a few more gifts were brought. T-Boy had this sexy outfit on. His shirt was see-through and he had on a diamond studded belt. He looked beyond hot! I was sure that everyone in the party noticed him, even before me. He was definitely the star of the party. A lot of girls had tried to flirt with him the entire night, but he stayed good (at least while I was watching). "Hey, I guess I should give you your present now," T-Boy said and then added, "I guess it is an apology gift too for being so fucking lazy about this party. I'm just a fucking sloth. I'm sorry." He gave me a box. It was a small box that if you looked at it from a distance, it looked like a wedding ring. When I opened it, it was a set of rings. They were regular bands...bands...what the hell! "T-Boy...what is this!" What was I going to say? We knew each other for a long time, but we JUST now started to actually date. I couldn't fucking marry him! Was marriage between two guys even legal in America? Was I ready to take such a crazy fucking step? I didn't even know if I loved T-Boy, especially since he dissed me the last time I told him I loved him. "Haha, they aren't wedding rings," T-Boy said suddenly and I felt a little relieved, "They are just promise rings. We promise one another that we'll always be there for each other. That is regardless of whether we are in a relationship or not." Shane, who had been the only one close enough to hear it, gave a little snicker. He probably thought it was corny. I knew that if it wasn't happening to me, I would have been snickering with him too. It was pretty corny, but it was personal and sweet. I gave T-Boy this look. It hurt that he gave me this gift because I knew that I was beginning to feel this deep connection to him again. I hated the fact that he knew what to do to make me weak. "God...thank you so much." I leaned over and kissed him. A couple of people had turned our way to see us kissing. The immediate gossip could be heard even through the loud music. I didn't care though and neither did he. We tongue kissed emotionally. I handed him a ring and I wore mine. It would definitely be the biggest gossip surrounding Brunswick High all weekend. Brunswick High never had a male gay couple (at least not to my knowledge). I didn't know how they would handle it, but hey, I was willing to find out. I stared at T-Boy for a little while and he stared back sort of like he was expecting me to react that way to his gift. He definitely didn't care about showing affection openly anymore. He was holding my hand now and whispering sweet things in my ear. I didn't hear a word he said because of the music. I didn't want him to repeat it either because it would break the mood. I figured they were sweet though, as I let him continue to talk. At least the cool breath against my earlobe was turning me on. I wanted to rip off his clothes right then and have the roughest sex with him imaginable. "Look who just walked in?" Shane told me. I looked across the room, passing the face of the familiar faces of Monica and Isis. Near the door there was a large crowd of people. The entrance to my house was big because I had a double door (which was because of some weird house design). From one door came Sampson and Trash, hand-in-hand. "Shit, they are coming over here," T-Boy noticed bitterly. Sampson and Trash walked over. They both noticed that T-Boy and I were holding hands. Sampson just stared while Trash laughed as though embarrassed for us. I didn't understand why though. I wasn't embarrassed. I felt completely comfortable holding T-Boy's hand with everyone around to see us. "Hey, Syn," Sampson said, in a sort of uncomfortable tone. "Hey." "Nice party," he continued. His voice was monotone when he added, "I got you this." He handed me something. He didn't wait to see if I was going to open it before he disappeared, leaving Trash. I figured he had to use the bathroom because of how abruptly he left. It was weird. Trash just gave T-Boy and I a look then gave a little snicker as she went to where Isis, Yolanda and Medusa were dancing. "Syn! Hey!" The voice was loud and excited. I turned around to see Byron. He had this big smile on his face. I put Sampson's gift aside for later. I got up and went over to him. He grabbed me in a hug as soon as I got close enough. His grip was something that could be expected of a wrestler. "Syn, are you ok?" T-Boy had asked, making it clear that he was closely watching me around Byron. "I'm great," I said, giving Byron a slight push until he let go, "So Byron how are you?" "I'm better then ever. I'm so happy you invited me!" He was so excited that I forced my own excitement, "I'm so happy you came!" "Everything has been going so well with Dr. Lopez. I don't know how I can thank you. I...I think my life has completely turned around. I'm even looking to move off my street. It's a bad one. When I heard that you moved... I figured I definitely needed to come see if you need a roommate?" "Umm..." "Just as friends," he said suddenly and laughed, "Dr. Lopez explained that my feelings for you were `misinterpreted'. I understand that now. I wanted to apologize for scaring you. I also want to thank you for being the only one who would go so far out of his way to help me." "You're welcome," I said and suddenly looked over at where T-Boy was sitting, "I'll have to talk to my boyfriend about the whole roommate thing though..." "Oh," he looked disappointed, "I hope he says yes. Since I quit escorting, I really want to stay on a straight course. I can't stay on that course where I'm living now. Dr. Lopez said that close support from a friend might help me get through all of it. She said that it helped you get through your problems..." He was getting to me. He did need to stay away from that whole life. I believed that I could be able to help him. If Dr. Lopez trusted Byron, then I should as well. I knew he was just a confused boy, just like I was. "I'm sure I can try to convince my boyfriend." "Great!" He gave me another hug, which had caused T-Boy to come over and break us up. T-Boy used the excuse of dancing, but I knew he was just nervous on whether Byron was trying to come back for a remixed `crazy attack'. T-Boy and I went on the dance floor to dance. It was weird dancing with another boy. The dance floor was packed and dark, so no one really noticed us, but the fact that we were actually dancing was weird. The dances that guys did with girls definitely had a couple rules to them. The girls would turn around and grind their asses on the boy's crotch, while the boys imitated the humping gestures that dog's make. I didn't know how the hell T-Boy and I were going to do that. Neither of us seemed near a flamboyant feminine type to play the girl's position. He grabbed me around my waist at first and pulled me close. I just went with what he was doing because I had no idea what to do. His chest went up against mine and he was letting our bodies thrust up against one another over and over to the beat of the song. I noticed that I was getting hard in no time. Every girl in the party wanted T-Boy since he was probably the sexiest boy in the house because of how he pampered himself. The fact that I now had him dancing so close to me was beginning to cause my hormones to do dance moves of their own. He noticed my hard dick. He gave me this weird look and I knew I needed to fix my bulge. My dick wasn't normal hard, but it was rock hard! Rubbing against him like we were doing wasn't going to help out the situation either. I was so fucking embarrassed! "I need a drink." I pulled away immediately and I knew my body temperature was immediately rising from being flushed with embarrassment. Either T-Boy didn't hear me or didn't give a fuck. He pulled me back when I tried to leave and strapped me even closer then before. We continued to dance on the floor and I noticed that his hand had somehow wedged between our close bodies to touch my cock. I let out a loud moan just as he did it. I was sure that if the music wasn't so loud that everyone in the house would of heard me. I tried to control my raging cock as we began to dance. Then I noticed! This wasn't dancing. I was horny as fuck and it shown. He began to squeeze my cock periodically in addition to grinding up against me. "Kiss me." "Dammit baby, what are you doing?" "I want my milk." "Your what?" He didn't wait for me to make the move because all of a sudden he kissed me. I felt my dick shake as he tongued me on the dance floor. My dick let loose with orgasm and I could feel the white stuff beginning to drip down the side of my leg. Oh...that was the milk he meant... My head had leaned back in extreme pleasure and for a moment it was like T-Boy was the only other one in the room. I let the sperm come as it would and there was a lot of it. I believed it had gotten all the way down to my ankles before I had stopped cumming. "Do you have my milk?" he asked between switching from kissing my lips to kissing my neck. "God yeah," I panted, breathlessly. "How much?" "A whole pant leg's full." He reached into my pants now, trying to dig past my belt. I could feel his hands come in contact with the wet sperm that was still dripping down. He had happened to touch my upper thigh, which because of my pubic hair, held the majority of the loose, dripping, wet sperm. He pulled his hand back. "Damn...you weren't lying," he said and he pulled out a hand that was full of my sticky sperm all over it. We both laughed at how retarded he was for sticking his hand into my pants after I had an orgasm in them. "Um...I'll go clean up," I retorted. I left immediately because my drawers were so wet and it was definitely getting weird since I noticed that we were still in a room packed with people. I guess none of them noticed, which was good. I skipped stairs as I ran upstairs to the bedroom area. My legs were bowlegged like a cowboy because I didn't want my thighs to touch and spread my cum stain worse then it already was. I went in my room and locked the door. That would have been some embarrassing shit, if it didn't feel so fucking good! In fact, I guess that was the most positive thing that had happened to me all week. It was my birthday and I was having an orgasm dancing with about 60+ people at my birthday party. I pulled off my pants and cleaned everything up with a large roll of paper towels. I liked my new room because it didn't have any bathroom entrance and I knew for sure no one would see this. I was so horny that I had started to beat my dick as soon as I cleaned up the other orgasm. It hadn't even dried before I stared to make the next. I began to stroke it steadily. I was thinking mostly about T-Boy and how he looked that night. I was thinking about how he had squeezed me. He was so fucking sexy if he wanted to be... BANG! There was a hard knock on the door. It was so alarming that I knew it was at my door and I knew it was someone knocking. I quickly stopped beating my dick and went to find some jeans. I threw on the nearest jeans I could find and went to the door. At the door, I saw a letter, taped to it and it said my name "SYN" in clear red letters. It was handwritten and yet I knew that whoever it was had gone through a lot to disguise it because they were perfect letters. No one had perfect handwriting unless they really tried. I opened the note: YOU THINK TOMMY REALLY CARES ABOUT YOU. HE REALLY DOESN'T. TOMMY IS ONLY USING YOU LIKE HE DID SYDNEY. YOU ARE TOO GOOD FOR HIM. YOU DESERVE BETTER ANDYOU DESERVE ME. I AM NOT TRYING TO ALARM YOU, BUT I JUST THINK THAT I CAN DO BETTER FOR YOU. I CAN'T TELL YOU WHO I AM YET, BUT YOU KNOW ME. I WILL TELL YOU WHO I AM WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT I CAN BE A BETTER BOYFRIEND TO YOU THEN HE CAN. What the hell was that? I immediately opened the door and peered outside. No one. I heard a couple of voices at the end of the hallway and quickly went back there to see whom it was. I noticed Shane and some chick standing there. They looked like they were kissing, but I was sure it was about to lead to sex because Shane had asked me if he could borrow the room for the night earlier. "Syn, what's wrong?" he asked as soon as he saw me. I handed him the letter. He read it carefully as though looking for clues that would identify who wrote the letter. I knew he wasn't going to know from the handwriting. That handwriting was fucking disguised. He laughed, "Shit, whoever wrote this is probably right. He can be a better a boyfriend. Anyone can. All Tommy does all day is lay around. Lazy isn't the word to describe Tommy. He's a sloth." "Shane! I'm serious." "Ok, ok," Shane said, "We just got to think. Who would want to see Tommy and you break up?" "Well...Byron might. He kind of had that major crush on me," I explained, "He said that Dr. Lopez got him over it, but I don't know if he was lying just so I could consider him moving in with me." "Yeah, I talked to him downstairs," Shane said, "he told me about his living conditions. He had a way of making me feel sorry for him. I don't think he would write this though. You know that he feels that way. It would be too obvious for him to write that. Plus...he seems like the straight-forward type." "So who else if not him?" "How about Sydney?" I gave him a dumb look, "What have you been smoking?" He laughed, "Think about it. Sydney wants Tommy. Sydney knows you two are in a relationship, so she pretends to be a secret admirer. That way it will draw a rift between the two of you and she could come sweep him up." "Shit, good idea. So it is...Sydney or Byron?" "Or neither. It could be someone that you've never met. Oh! What if it is T-Boy just trying to test you?" Suddenly Byron had appeared. I guess he walked up the stairs, even though I didn't notice him. He looked immediately at the letter that Shane had. Shane threw it to me and I quickly hid it behind my back. "Hey, what's up? What was that?" "Nothing." "You might as well let him see it," Shane whispered to me, "I think I can tell if he's going to lie or not." I handed Byron the letter, "Did you write that?" He looked at it and before he was done reading it, I turned to see T-Boy. Shit! I wanted to snatch the letter immediately but then I noticed the look on T-Boy's face. He had this sudden look of anxiousness that made me forget that Byron even had the letter. I had also noticed that the music in the party had stopped. Immediately I just kept thinking that something terrible had happened. I told the DJ not to stop to music until the party was over. "Syn...something crazy is happening." "What...where!" Suddenly T-Boy had stopped. He had seen the note. I guess he picked up on a few familiar names or phrases in it because he snatched it out of Byron's hands and read it. T-Boy was immediately all in my face as though I had just been caught cheating or something. "Who wrote this fucking bullshit!" he roared, angrily after rolling it up and throwing it at me, "Who wrote this shit!" "I don't know!" I yelled back. Suddenly someone else was running up the stairs. This time it was that guy (I still didn't know his name) who was friends with Shane. He had come right after T-Boy and went to Shane. "You should come downstairs. Some crazy ass recording keeps playing!" Shane and I exchanged looks. Recording? Shit... My stomach began to turn like I had diarrhea or something. I pushed T-Boy out of my way and began to follow Shane down the stairs. Everyone either looked pissed off, sad or extremely excited like they had just witnessed the event of a century. I broke through the crowd and made my way to where I could hear what was going on. All over the dance floor, the DJ's music had been replaced with a voice. The voice was the same dreadful voice that I knew from before. The recording came loud and clear. It echoed over the crowd and my heart sank deeply. My heart was beating like a drum. My hands had gotten sweaty. The recording was heard everywhere. "-You heard me, pretty bitch! -I said you make worst decisions then your dumb ass friend Sampson. -I am the Queen bitch of this school! -Erica Carlos, Shirley, Monica, Natalie, Veronica, Tiffany, Yolanda, Anita all bow down to me. -They are all sluts too. -Every girl in this school is a fucking slut. -Medusa's a retard. Ivory is a retard. Yvette is a retard. -Adrian and Mike are pussies. -Rob is the biggest fag." Everyone Trash had mentioned was at the party! Everyone knew what Trash and me had talked about. They played parts of my voice as well. Everyone knew it was me who was talking to her! She knew that it was me! I looked around. I had to find Yolanda! I couldn't believe Yolanda had the recording played in MY party! Of all the things that I thought Yolanda wanted that recording for, this option hadn't even come to my mind. "We got what we wanted," Yolanda said, as soon as I found her. She had the biggest smile on her face. "I didn't want this!" I shouted back at her, "I didn't want your fucking DJ boyfriend to play the recording at my fucking party, Yolanda! That wasn't the plan!" "Oh well, everyone is pissed at Mercedes now. She's finished in Brunswick." I looked at her sick expression. She was taking pleasure in this. Didn't she understand that I was a dead man? Trash's popularity would have been dead, but she would make damn sure that my BODY was dead along with it! "We have to find her. You have to tell her you planned this whole thing." I took Yolanda by the hand (who seemed to be finding all this amusing). I pulled her to find Mercedes. It wasn't hard at all to find Trash. She was surrounded by a mob of people, all who looked like they wanted to beat her ass. Medusa had begun to pull her hair up to fight. Girls like Erica Carlos and the rest seemed to be ganging up to get their revenge. Everyone was cursing at Trash and Trash looked like was being brought to tears. "I didn't say those things, I swear I didn't!" "You are such a fucking liar!" I heard Rob (the biggest fag) say. "Please..." Trash said, beginning to tear up like a little ass baby. I had never seen Trash cry. I had never seen her even come close to cry. It felt good to know that she was getting what she deserved, but the fact that I was the one to cause it was making me uneasy. "I should of believed Syn when he said you were no good," I heard Sampson yell at her, "You are such a fucking bitch." "No, baby, please..." Sampson walked away. He walked past me as he did, patting me on the shoulder sort of. I came in the middle of the floor where Trash was getting a verbal beating and she looked like she was about to get a physical beating as well. "You...you...I want you dead!" Trash said, pointing her finger at me, "I fucking want you dead!" She had used her finger to come at me and push me hard against the forehead. I backed up. It was hard for me to continue to even talk with her all in my face like that. Trash had nothing to lose now. That was the scariest thing about all of this. She was threatening me out in the open. She had nothing to lose. "No, it wasn't me," I explained and brought Yolanda forward, "Yolanda! Tell her what this is all about." Yolanda looked at me and smiled, "You shouldn't feel bad for what `you' did. You exposed the kind of girl that Mercedes really is." This fucking traitorous bitch! I wanted to hit her but then I noticed Trash coming back at me. She was threatening me hard. The shit that she was saying was so crazy. She was openly threatening my life. She looked deranged. I had never seen someone look so angry. I guess Trash's reputation really was everything that she had. The fact that everyone had turned on her at the same time was too much for her to bear. The recording kept playing and Trash was assaulting me with threats so horrible I couldn't repeat most of it. The last part of it had summed all of it up however. "I'm going to kill you," Trash promised, "I won't stop until I find a way to saw the head off your shoulders. I am going to bury your body and spit on your grave. I am going to keep your head, though. I will keep your fucking head as a my trophy!" GUESTBOOK-