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Chapter 14, Sin: Envy
We were all gathered in the reception area of the police station. Cops were walking back and forth. I had already been worried about whether or not the cops would be able to catch Trash and her murderous brothers. I prayed they would. However, it seemed like something else had popped up to the front of my mind. "You wrote me the letters?" I asked Shane. We all looked at Shane. He looked nervous. His forehead was sweating and there was this little wet patch underneath his arms. I could tell how uneasy he had become. Shane's forehead wrinkled up and his eyes fell to the ground. "Well---not exactly it's a " Shane stuttered, anxiously. "You just fucking said you were the one who has been giving Syn love letters!" T-Boy barked, trying his best to get up, but struggling since his foot was in a cast. Shane was quiet when T-Boy spoke to him. Shane looked at the ground, then his eyes came back to mine. He looked so nervous. I felt embarrassed for him. "Wow," Byron noted and sort of laughed, "This is like a soap opera." "Byron, you aren't helping," T-Boy noted. I looked down. T-Boy gave me a stare as though expecting me to say something that would break the silence. I was waiting for Shane to say something. He wasn't explaining anything. He just sort of stood there looking like he was naked in front of a thousand people. "Look," Shane said, "I didn't plan this to happen. Everything that has been happening is complicated. It's more complicated then how it looks right now. You guys don't understand what is going on." Byron cut in and asked, "Were you the one giving Syn the notes?" "Yes," Shane replied, "But " "That sums it up!" T-Boy interrupted, "If you were sending the notes, how the hell was it that Mercedes set Syn up? What the hell is that all about?" There was silence. I knew that Shane didn't know the answer to that. He looked like he was in regret a little. I had never been so confused about someone's feelings for me before. I definitely wouldn't of guessed in a million years that Shane was gay, none-the-less that Shane also had a crush for me. "They were different letters," I said, after a minute of silence, "I guess Mercedes picked up the rumors that I was getting love letters and she decided to use it against me." It was smart of her if she did. Trash had come so close to getting her revenge. She used Shane's innocent love note thing and manipulated it to her own use. She got me to the park. She got her brothers there. All they had to do was go through with the job, but they had failed. I wondered what Trash was thinking right now It didn't ease T-Boy's frustration to know that Shane didn't have anything to do with the Mercedes luring me into the park. It seemed to make T-Boy even madder. He looked at Shane with this real busted look. I knew that if T-Boy were healthy, he would have been physically taking out a lot of anger on Shane. I doubted very strongly that T-Boy could beat Shane fairly, but then again T-Boy was a dirty fighter. If T-Boy couldn't beat Shane, he would find a way to hurt him a lot. "So Shane is the reason Syn was attacked!" T-Boy concluded, almost announcing it, "If you haven't written Syn those dumb ass letters then Mercedes wouldn't have had the opportunity to exploit them!" "No, please just listen," Shane said, "I never would want anything bad to happen to Syn. T-Boy, you can't really understand what the letter was about." T-Boy's attacks got vicious, "What? You thought you would just write him a few letters and he'll fall completely in love with you? Is that how your mind works?" "No " Shane explained. He was panting. He looked like he couldn't take too much more. T-Boy barked, "Syn was almost killed because of you!" Shane jolted forward. I thought he was going to hit T-Boy. I shook with the thought that he was really going to hit him. The thought that Shane was going to hit T-Boy had caused me to get in between them. I challenged Shane with a stare. I definitely wasn't going to let Shane hit T-Boy especially since T-Boy's leg was in a cast. Shane sadly whispered, "Syn " Byron stepped in as though feeling the tension, "Shane, maybe you should go. It's been a rough night for everyone." Shane looked at me and then looked at T-Boy. He looked a little pissed, a little sad and a little disappointed. He ran out of the police station immediately, leaving T-Boy, Byron and I in the reception area. I felt a little relieved that he left. Finding out that Shane was the one who wrote the letters (the real letters) had come to a surprise to everyone. I think that Byron and T-Boy was equally as surprised as me. We didn't talk about it when Shane left. T-Boy kept muttering things, but they were too low for me to really pick up. He still seemed real pissed about the extension of all these things that were happening. Shane had a crush on me? Shane was the quiet, tall, basketball player with average facial beauty. He had never come across to me as being the slightest bit gay. I mean, T-Boy's laziness was a little gay and Byron's sexuality was clearer then water. Shane was the guy who believed in chivalry with girls. He always talked about hardware and fixing things. He always talked about girls. He didn't seem gay. If Shane 'were' gay, why would he be interested in me? We were different. I was the more honest; 'in your face' kind of guy while Shane was the kind of guy who just didn't say what he felt because he was so considerate. He believed in morals and all those other crazy things that weren't in trend anymore. I kept up with trends too. He was too old-fashioned and conservative to actually want to be with a guy like me. ~~~~~~~~~~~//~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~//~~~~~ "What you thinking about?" I asked T-Boy. We had come home. Byron had gone out to a nightclub (like usual) to go party. He seemed to want to go out every single night. He'd go out with a rainbow flag, which I found hilarious. He kept using the excuse that he was looking for a job at a nightclub. It had actually surprised me a lot when Byron told me he was 21 because I figured he was closer to my age. It was cool though because Byron was legal age to buy liquor. "I'm thinking about you about me," T-Boy explained. I had gone in his room. The house was dark and empty. I had told him I was going to sleep. I meant to go to sleep because I definitely was a little tired. However, I just felt like T-Boy needed some comforting. It was weird. I was the one who was attacked. It should have been vice versa. He should have been comforting me. "What about us?" "I just had real strong feelings about things tonight," T-Boy told me, "It scares me. It scares me because I felt so pissed at Mercedes. I swear, even now, that if my leg were good I would go out looking for those bastards who tried to hurt you." "Damn." "That's not it. If my leg weren't broken I would have hurt Shane, too. It wasn't jealousy. I could care less if he wrote you love letters. I was just so pissed that him writing that letter caused Mercedes to trap you." I laughed and thought about it. I guess T-Boy definitely was the type who didn't get worked up over a lot of things or at least tried to hide a lot of his feelings. Tonight showed a side of T-Boy that surprised me. "Well, maybe the cast on your leg was a blessing in disguise," I grinned, "I would hate for you to get in trouble for doing something crazy. At least your leg keeps you grounded." He smiled. I didn't doubt for a moment that he meant what he said about wanting to get back at Mercedes and her brothers for what they did. I had seen fury being defined in his eyes at the police station. Trash's hatred and Trash's wrath seemed to have transferred onto him for a little while. It was scary. "You think I was wrong for thinking that way?" I shook my head, "No. Who decides what is right or wrong? Societies morals change every day. If you did do something terrible to Mercedes I wouldn't judge you. I'd just hate the fact that you were in trouble." T-Boy leaned over and kissed me, romantically. I hadn't noticed that I said something to cause that kind of response. I tried to reevaluate what I said and look for the reason for the sudden kiss. "I just wanted to make sure of something." "What?" "My lips just wanted to make sure that I was still gay." I laughed. T-Boy was still trying to figure out if he was gay after we had been in a relationship for nearly two months. I found it funny because I knew how serious he was with it too. He definitely didn't understand what gay was. He had sex with guys, but then so did Sampson and Sampson definitely didn't consider himself even bisexual. T-Boy had jumped from the stage of 'curious' into a flow blown gay relationship. He was confused. "You still gay?" He nodded genuinely, "Oddly enough I am. However I think something else wants to make sure that I am gay too." He looked downward at his crotch. I laughed. T-Boy was laying flat on his back in the bed. The leg that was injured was resting on a pillow. He had on jeans shorts and a polo t-shirt. I guess that was what he planned on going to bed in or it was what he planned on wearing to go to school tomorrow (T-Boy would wear his clothes the night before so he didn't have to wake up early). "You are injured," I explained, "We can't." "What you'd rather be with Shane?" T-Boy teased and sneered, "I know that I have to be a little more attractive then that young Goliath." He laughed. I knew he was being cocky, but he was right. His cheeks had these deep dimples. His skin always seemed to shine. It wasn't the greasy shine, but the kind of shine that said he had enough moisture on his skin not to be ashy. His eyes were positive to always capture the light of a room. He was a lot more attractive then Shane. The only thing Shane really had against T-Boy was Shane's height. Shane's height however seemed a little too much for me anyway. I definitely would rather T-Boy. "So, I guess you beat out all the competition," I laughed. It was true. I had thought about Byron and then Shane. I could have been with either of them, but now I was here with T-Boy. He was definitely the most attractive to me. Byron had the best facial features, but there was something about T-Boy. It had to be his scent. It was probably the way his eyes got beady every time he was trying to be romantic. It was probably how he always licked his lips if he was going to phrase a word with a lot of 's' sounds. "Yeah, I guess so," T-Boy said, "But don't feel bad. You beat the competition too." "Sydney? Not much competition." "Definitely not," T-Boy laughed. His dimples were showing. His pearly white teeth parted and his tongue rolled to the roof of his mouth. He let out this deep grunting sound. He reached out to touch my hand. After he stopped laughing, his eyes started to get real beady. "God," I finally started to admit, "You are so gorgeous. I never seen anything like you before really. I want so much more. I want you to be inside of me." T-Boy definitely did have a unique look. At first glance anyone would see a normal guy, but anyone who dared to glance a second time would realize his true beauty. He had a unique glow of hotness all around him. "I want to be inside of you too. We can do this. Trust I won't get hurt." I immediately used that as my cue. I started to kiss him quickly and rip off my shirt. I kept thinking about how many girls would love to be in the position that I was in right now. He started licking soft circles around my neck as I undid my pants. His tongue was soft, cool and wet. The more that he licked, the warmer his tongue got. "Let me get your shirt," I told him, after unbuckling his pants. He lifted up off the bed a little and I pulled his polo shirt over his head. I threw it on the bed beside me. His chest was amazing as I gazed at it. He was one of those people that had a face and you could see in their face that they had good 'specifics'. T-Boy's good 'specifics' included these broad, yet juicy nipples that were attached to his hard chest. T-Boy also had a cute innocent looking navel and rock hard abs that looked permanent among his 'specifics.' I licked all of his specifics. It wasn't long though before I had worked my way all the way down to his dick. I started to lick his dick. I was nervous. I wasn't sure if I should suck it or not. It definitely wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. There was a faint smell of baby powder around his pubic hairs and his dick itself tasted well like a dick. I had expected the distinct dirty bathroom odor but now I was pleasantly surprised. Still I didn't want to suck his dick. I wasn't sure what I was doing. I would just embarrass myself. What if he tried to stick his cock all the way in? I didn't know how to deep-throat. I didn't want to gag on his dick. "Shit, look in my drawers!" he hollered, "Quick, open the first one. I got condoms in it." I sighed with relief that he wasn't going to force me to suck his dick. However, the fact that he was pointing out condoms made me worry even more. "These? Is this lube good too?" I asked, showing him the condoms and lube from the drawers. "Hell yeah!" T-Boy said, "I am so fucking excited." He sounded like it. He sounded real fucking enthralled by it. I could have sworn that I saw him shaking with the excitement of all of it. I wasn't so excited. I was scared. I had no idea what I was doing. I looked at his dick as I saw him putting the condom on. It was a hot, stiff, big piece of meat. The condom folded over the large head and across the rugged veins along the shaft. The head of his cock was so so huge. It looked sort of like a mushroom (not the size though, thank god, but the shape). I wanted this dick. I wanted this dick more then anything at the moment. I wanted it inside of me. I was still so scared, but I knew I wanted it. I kicked off my shorts and jumped over him. He gazed at my naked body for a little while, as I jumped on him. My legs straddled both sides of his waist. As he lay flat, on his back, I squatted over him like ladies who were afraid to sit on public toilets to pee. I began to ease myself down when he stopped me. "What, don't you want me to do this?" I asked. I myself had gotten a little excited about it. I wanted to do it quickly. My dick was standing like the statue of liberty. I wanted to jack it off while riding his cock so bad. I was overexcited. I knew I might not gather the courage to try this again unless I knew for sure that it felt good. He laughed, "You must really want this dick. You didn't even put any lube on." "Ha, that was stupid." I tried to laugh, but I found myself just a tad bit too embarrassed. I gave him this half-baked smile like I was high off weed or something. Embarrassed, I breathed heavily and took some lube out. I squirted some in my hand began to rub it in the crack of my ass. Shit I definitely knew for sure that my ass was eager. "Let me see that lube," he said, "That's not near enough." He opened the lube and poured a handful. All of a sudden I felt him putting his hand up the crack of my ass. I moaned loudly, unexpectedly. I couldn't control it. His hand felt so good. He massaged the lotion around the rim of my ass and then started zoning in more. I wanted to close my eyes in ecstasy, but T-Boy's image was too amazing. He was working his way into the crack of my ass. His fingers began to dig deep into me. I moaned even louder, "Ahhh shit." "Alright," he said and started to lower my ass on it, "Sit. Go gently and try not to tense up. Extract your ass muscles like you were about to take a shit." "Ew," I said. It was kind of nasty, but I knew that he was just trying to help. He started to laugh and I laughed a little too. That eased some of the awkward tension that was between us. It didn't last long though because I quickly realized that I had a sexy guy underneath me and I was going to let him fuck my ass. I extracted my muscles like he told me to. I took a deep breath and started to lower myself. Immediately I felt nothing. I just felt a whole lot of slippery. His dick felt nice rubbing against my ass, but it wasn't really going inside. T-Boy's hands came to assistance. He held his dick straight with one hand and tried spread my ass cheeks with the other. I lowered myself some more and then I finally felt the piercing. "Oh god!" I wanted to jump off. I didn't know how it was possible for me to just stay there, but somehow seeing T- Boy underneath me gave me the courage to face that initial pain. A secondary pain followed the initial pain and the secondary pain was just followed by another. I started to slowly move down on his dick because I figured I had to get used to it someway. "Damn, boy. It feels so good. Are you ok?" "Yeah yeah." I was lowering more and more. The pain lingered deep in me. Why did his dick feel so big? His dick felt like it was going inside my guts and stabbing at my intestines. I kept going lower though. His dick would go every few inches and then it would suddenly stop as though it could go no more. I would strain a little and then take a little bit more of his dick. Suddenly I realized that his whole dick was inside of me. I could feel his pubic hairs against my ass. I stayed there for a moment, enjoying the pain a little. T-Boy watched me. He liked it. I started to slide back up all of a sudden and T-Boy banged his head on the bedpost. I fought the urge to come all the way up and let him out of me. I didn't really have go back down again before I felt T-Boy thrusting upward into me, despite his leg injury. He made these short quick thrusts upward into me. He wasn't putting his dick all the way in my ass, but he was going a lot quicker then I had been doing before. "Damn, you are so tight," T-Boy said and he grabbed my dick. Shit! I wanted T-Boy to let go of my dick. There was too much going on as soon as he started to grab my dick. I mean, I was hard as hell, but still! To have my ass being stimulated and then my dick being stimulated as well began to bring me to this high of extreme pleasure. "Fuck me, oh yeah, deeper!" I said, forgetting the pain immediately. He started to beat my dick faster and faster and his thrusts started going faster and faster. I opened my mouth to warn him that I was going to cum. I knew we had just started, but I couldn't take it much longer. My balls were aching to release. "I'm going to cum!" T-Boy yelled, before I got to it. I started to cum. I sprayed the wet sperm all over his chest and abs. The orgasm felt so weird. It was intense. I had a lot of orgasms, but I never had an orgasm while sitting on a dick. It felt so different. I sighed contently and rolled off T-Boy who had his eyes rolled in the back of his head like the Exorcist. "Was it supposed to be that quick?" I asked. I was only half joking and T-Boy laughed too. We definitely both came to orgasms in like 3 good minutes. I smiled. It was a good 3 minutes even though we had some basic marathon sex. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ School was the next day and our first three periods were full with "Poetry Laureate". All seniors were required to go. I said it was bullshit. The only people that participated in that were the cornball kids who didn't have any friends and thought poetry was their 'great escape'. I said bullshit because just because you were unpopular didn't mean you were a good poet. I walked into the auditorium a little late. I wanted to make an entrance. A lot of people had heard rumors that I was at the police station the night before and it caused a lot of them to be full with amazement. T-Boy wanted me to stay home until Trash had been caught, but I said, "fuck that." I wasn't going to let some pint-sized demon bitch scare me away from the things that I had to do. A couple of people said hi as I walked in the auditorium. A speaker was introducing the whole contest when I walked in. A lot of people ignored the speaker to look over at me. "The poetry laureate has been " the announcer was saying and then paused to look at me. He stared for a little while and I think at that moment, everyone in the auditorium turned around. I knew gossip must have been real hot. The open gash across my face had caused a lot of the gawking, but my appearance in all after being attacked seems to be a simple hype. I put a little bit more in my strut. I looked around. I was mainly looking for Shane. I saw him. He was all the way in the back and looked like he was already falling asleep. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I wanted to show him that I was still his friend. Then I noticed T-Boy. He would be pissed if I sat next to Shane. It didn't matter, I did what I want, but I just honestly felt weird even looking at Shane. T-boy was hanging out with Big Rob's crew on the side. I would of went over there but then I saw Sydney part of that whole group. Medusa, Isis and a couple of Trash's old friends also made eye contact Who to sit next to? They all seemed welcoming. Some were waving for me to go over next to them. I looked all the way in the front. I saw the bitch, Yolanda, sitting in the front. She was alone. Poor bitch. No one wanted to sit with her. "Hi-ya," I said, sitting beside Yolanda. She looked at me like she just met a ghost. It was a weird thing to do. I knew a couple of people who saw me sit next to her were wondering what I was doing there too. I was pissed, more pissed then ever. "Oh Syn, how are you?" she said giving me a fake smile. "I'm great, how are you?" I smiled back. She nodded, trying to hide her discomfort around me. She looked like she was freaked out. I laughed at it. If anyone deserved to be freaked out, it was this backstabbing bitch. I leaned back in the chair. They were announcing all the people who would be reading poetry. I noticed a couple people. Among them was Victor Vargas (Shane's little friend), Erica (the girl who Trash had beat up one time) and most surprisingly there was Sampson. He was sitting at the end. He'd noticed me before I noticed him. He was staring down at me and Yolanda sitting in the audience. I stared at Yolanda while all the people were going up on stage saying their little garbage poems. She looked so innocent. She knew I was staring at her. I knew that she knew. She was acting like nothing bothered her. Before long, it was Sampson's turn. Yolanda and I seemed to be competing on who could clap the loudest for him. I won "Thank you," Sampson said going up to the podium. A wave of booing seemed to start at the left wing of the auditorium. I looked back and saw that it was T- Boy's friends with T-Boy leading the whole pack. The teachers gathered around that side of the auditorium giving threats on suspending people if they didn't respect their fellow students. I laughed. T-Boy and Sampson's little beef was a riot sometimes because it had lasted so fucking long. "Umm " Sampson continued once the teacher managed to get T-Boy's group to stop booing, "This is a free verse I call this Envy. Gosh! I don't give a fuck who knows anymore. I love you. You used to call me your older brother, that's cool and all But I don't want to be like your older brother anymore. Damn it, I wish I could say your name but I can't I am full of Envy I know I tried to play it off like I didn't like you, but I do! I did anything that I could just so that I could be with you People say that Pride is the worst sin, but I don't think so I think it is envy, but every night I go to sleep crying because I am full of Envy I start doing things that I don't want to do and go out with People that I don't want to go out with. I did this all because Of you. I don't love her or her. I love you. I sit at home and Dream of the night you went away. I start to cry all of a sudden I am full of Envy I hate him because he is not me. He always gets what he wants I know I shouldn't hate anyone, but I hate him with all my heart I know he has something that I want more then anything else He has you and I can't stand it anymore. I am full of Envy Gosh! I still think about when you kissed me that time. It was Love. I would trade my whole life to just to be him. I want to Be in his shoes. I just want to be with you. I am full of Envy Some say the greatest sin in the world is pride. That isn't the Story of us. My greatest sin is envy. I want there to be a one A story of us. Lets toast to the Story of us. Lets toast to me And my greatest sin." The clapping immediately started after he was done. Sampson had put his whole heart into it. There were parts where he was tripping with a little corniness (like saying Gosh) but it was mostly sincere. I felt a tear almost fall from my eye. It was so beautiful. I looked at Yolanda. She didn't deserve to be with a guy like Sampson. Sampson had such a real soul that Yolanda just didn't fucking deserve. That was why I got up off my seat. Yolanda immediately shot me a suspicious glare. I walked up on the stage and gave Sampson a hug. He seemed surprised, but none-the-less embraced me warmly. I kept clapping after I was done hugging Sampson. The emotion that he had attached to his poem had really brought tears to my eyes. A couple other people were crying too, but I was the only one that got on the stage. I looked down at that bitch Yolanda. She was watching me she seemed like she was praying. She had reason to. "That poem was beautiful!" I shouted still clapping. A couple people started laughing as though not understanding why I had just walked up on stage. I smiled. They were just going to find out. My mother didn't name me Syn for any reason. I made my way across the stage and to the podium. I heard a couple of people asking me what I was doing, but no one was sure if I was supposed to be on the stage, so they just didn't say anything. I didn't know where the program director was. They should have fired him for sleeping on his job. "Everyone give Sampson another round of applause," I demanded (rather gracefully) and when they were done I continued, "You know poetry is such a beautiful thing. Everyone can appreciate a good poem. I figured, since everyone in this school is always in my FUCKING business, I should read a poem " A couple of people looked like they were shocked. Some people looked insulted. Some people, who for some stupid reason figured that they were not included in what I said, found this hilarious. " This poem goes out to a special bitch," I said, looking down at Yolanda, "I mean, there are a lot of bitches in this school, but there is this one special bitch I wrote a poem about. I call this poem 'Lost my nerve'. I've been betrayed and backstabbed Despite of what you heard She fucking made all these promises She didn't keep her word I've been criticized, victimized Terrorized by the likes of her She set me up set me to fall She's with a man she doesn't deserve This poem is for the lost apologies That still goes on unheard I lost my nerve So soon enough I'll have you I'll have you exiled and forgotten I'll make you feel absurd I'll have you crucified and hated Flown south just like a bird I'll have you tortured and frustrated MAKE YOU COMPLETELY LOSE YOUR NERVE! I'll have you ridiculed and forgotten Like a cat out on the curb This poem is for the lost apologies That still goes on unheard." "Syn, that's enough," Sampson said, touching me on my shoulder. He knew what the poem was about. He understood that shit. What he didn't understand was that Yolanda was a lying bitch. I pushed him away and said to a completely silent audience, "Yolanda betrayed me. She made it seem like I was the one who set Mercedes up. Yolanda is willing to stab both her best friend and her only cousin in the back. She's one special bitch." Everyone's eyes turned to Yolanda. They didn't look at her but a second before I saw Medusa get up to throw something at her. After that, someone else threw something at Yolanda. Then the entire crowd seemed to be throwing pieces of paper at her. I saw one girl spit her gum in Yolanda's hair! Yolanda's eyes watered up. She was screaming! She ran out of the auditorium crying and cursing all of a sudden. I watched T-Boy get up at the exit. At first, I figured he was going to stop her, but instead he picked up the entire garbage pail. My mouth dropped open in a wonderful surprise. T-Boy emptied the entire garbage pail all over Yolanda. My mouth couldn't really close. I knew T-Boy would be pissed at Yolanda setting me up for Trash's wrath. All of this was because of Yolanda. T-Boy having a sprained ankle and Trash trying to kill me was all because of Yolanda. She got what she deserved even though it was the nastiest thing I ever seen. About 10 to 15 security guards ran in the auditorium to break up the riot and save Yolanda. It looked like more people were getting involved in hitting her. Medusa had actually slapped Yolanda and was trying to break past the guards to get to her. Some people were still throwing stuff at Yolanda and some people were just making noise to make noise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had been suspended for a week, since I caused the riot. I was a little pissed that the riot had actually gone down. I had a lot of friends in the school that would fight for me, but I was sure that half of the people involved didn't give a shit about my beef with Yolanda. A lot of them just wanted to see something exciting happen so they joined in terrorizing Yolanda. "You have bad history with poetry," Byron had told me later on in the day and laughed, "Stay away from reading poetry. First you get in a bar fight and now you're suspended from school." I laughed. I had to admit. My poetry definitely did have a shocking impact on people. "I had to say something," I explained to him. "Well did you just make it up as you said it?" Byron asked, "Better yet, do you pre-write these poems?" I shook my head. I had thought about the poem when I was looking at Yolanda, but I didn't really pre-write anything. I crossed my arms and looked down at the kitchen table. Byron was cooking. We talked for a little while until Byron was done cooking. T-Boy had come home just in time for the food to be ready. He just walked inside of the kitchen. He looked a little weird. He didn't say anything. He just walked past me and looked at Byron, "Hey, Byron what you cooking." "Steak " Byron noticed that T-Boy was ignoring me too. I kept looking at T-Boy expecting him to give me a hug or a kiss or at least ask if I got suspended or not. He didn't even look my way. It was like I wasn't even in the room. We sat down to eat and T-Boy sat away from me. Byron gave me a look as though wanting to ask me if I was having problems with T-Boy. I shook my head, reading his mind. I definitely didn't have problems with T- Boy. Whatever his issue was, had caused me to wonder a lot. What had I done to him? "Byron, can I ask you a question?" I said, putting down my fork. "Yeah sure," he said. "Am I invisible?" He shook his head. I looked at T-Boy. He was looking down at his plate. I didn't know what was eating him up, but it was definitely making him pissed. I continued to stare as though I was invisible. "I don't feel like talking about it right now," T-Boy explained, putting his fork in the steak. "Oh you don't fucking feel like talking about it!" I roared and stood up off the table, "You come in here acting like I just had us banished from the Garden of Eden for no reason!" "Don't raise your voice at me!" T-Boy said, raising his voice back at me. "Whatever, 3 minute-man." "You fucking lasted 3 minutes too!" "Ok," Byron said, picking up his tray and deciding to leave the room, "I'll excuse myself." He left the two of us in the dining room and went to eat in his room. T-Boy just put his head back towards the plate. He still looked mad as hell though. His eyebrows were arched like he was about to let out a low growl. I sat back down and just stared at him. I felt bad having to come home to this complete bullshit. I had just got suspended and I already felt bad enough, but now it was like ten times worse. "I don't see why we are even together," I said suddenly, "Why am I with someone who just decides to be mad at me for no reason what-so-ever? You just walk in here and don't tell me why you're so pissed off." "You act like you don't know," T-Boy finally said. I guess challenging my relationship with him was enough to make him start talking. I knew he may have been temporarily mad, but he wanted to keep the relationship going. I figured that T-Boy was a little bit more reasonable then that. I shrugged, "I have no idea what you are pissed about." "Sampson you heard his poem." "Yeah, I heard it," I said, putting my shoulders on the table, "I managed to hear it even though you and that idiot Big Rob were booing for a minute. What about it?" "Don't act like you don't know he was talking about you," T-Boy said. "No he wasn't." "Yeah he was." I looked at T-Boy. I wanted to say, "No he wasn't" one more time, but I was sure that T-Boy would just answer back with, "Yeah he was". We would be going at it for a while. T-Boy was weird. Was he paranoid or something? "You're just jealous he had a nice poem," I said and laughed a little. T-Boy wasn't laughing with me. His face was serious. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Sampson's poem was nice and sweet, but it could have been written for anyone. "You act like you don't know who wrote the note," T-Boy said, "Did you really think it was Shane?" I nodded, "Shane admitted " "Shane said he 'gave' you the note," T-Boy explained, "Shane didn't write it. Sampson wrote the fucking notes. Shane is his new buddy so he just made sure that you always got the notes." "How would you know?" "How would you 'not' know?" T-Boy asked me, slamming his fork down hard, "Why do you keep pretending like you don't get it?" "I don't." "He called you his 'greatest sin'!" T-Boy complained, "You think he kept repeating the word 'sin' for no reason? I know that you get it! He said that the person called them his older brother. How many people is Sampson really close to?" "Maybe his girlfriend," I said, sarcastically, "That would be a good bet." "You know he doesn't like Yolanda," T-Boy said, "he even admitted it in the poem if you were listening correctly. He is fucking green with envy. He said that he wished he were I. He been jealous of everything that I've had since my mother adopted him." "Ok," I asked, "So supposed your right. Why are you so pissed at me because he's jealous of you?" "Everyone knows that he was talking about you in the poem. Medusa knows, Ron knows, Sydney knows only you don't. Then you go on stage and hugged him? The whole school thinks you like him back." I rolled my eyes. It didn't take a lot to make the school go crazy anyway. I looked at all the evidence. The poem was cute, but it wasn't that revealing. The fact that Sampson would have made more sense writing the note then Shane was so-so evidence. Sampson didn't seem like the type to write love notes either then again he did write love poems. "Sue me I fucking hugged him. You sound like the jealous one now." "Syn! I'm not jealous, but he has a crush." I walked out of the room and returned with the phone, "Why don't we call Sampson? We can call him and ask him if he really wrote me love notes or if that love poem was for me." "Don't call him!" T-Boy cried out. "Why not? Don't tell me you are scared to find out. Don't punk out on me." "God, you're pissing me off " I figured that already, but I knew that since he was pissed off, I might as well piss him off all the way. I started to dial Sampson's phone number. I put the phone on speaker. The phone began to ring. The speaker was loud enough for T-Boy to hear. T-Boy's face looked like he was full of worry. He had stopped eating. I couldn't wait to prove to him about Sampson. Sampson was probably curious, but he definitely wasn't gay. I would have known, since I used to crush on Sampson to the point of lust before. Sampson's voice picked up, "Hello." "Hey, this is Syn." "Syn god um Syn, hey." He sounded real weird. I guess he was surprised. We hadn't talked for so long. It had almost been a month since Sampson and I really had a good conversation. All we ever said was "hi" and "bye". He seemed eager to speak to me now however. "Hey, Sampson I just want to ask you a question " "Um, before you do that, I wanted to apologize for today." "You mean with Yolanda? It wasn't your fault. No one could have known for sure that she was such a bitch. Don't beat yourself over it. You don't go with Yolanda anymore right?" "No, I definitely broke it off, but that wasn't what I wanted to apologize for." "It isn't?" I saw T-Boy stare at me with this look. He looked pissed that I was even talking to Sampson, yet alone talking to Sampson on speaking phone. I just wanted to make him feel a little better if he knew that he was being paranoid in thinking Sampson had a thing for me. I was certain that Sampson (of all people) didn't like me. "No, I wanted to apologize for the poem that I read to you in the auditorium, today."