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"I like him, Doc, he's something else " "It's the same thing you said about his brother? Syn, don't you remember?" "Yeah, but this is different." Doctor Lopez was sitting in her usual seat by the window. She was just as beautiful as ever and I was just as relaxed as ever. I lay sat up on the futon and turned towards her. She was the only one that I could stare at that wasn't intimidated when I had clear eye contact with her. It was a week after the incident with T-Boy and I. It had been a week since Sampson had basically begged me to stay. I did stay in the house. After a week, I still regretted making that decision. Things had just been crazy in the house. T-Boy had gone out of his way to avoid me and Sampson had gone out of his way to make me feel comfortable. After a day or two, I just found myself coming to the house less and less. Sampson called my cell phone a couple of times, but I never picked up. I didn't want to be a burden to him. It was the end of the week and I was really thinking about whether or not I should stay in the house with all the tension with T-Boy and myself. When I felt this way, I would always turn to my psychiatrist, Dr. Lopez. "How is he different?" "Well I dunno. He just takes care of me. He puts me first. The other day, I said I wasn't feeling good, so he made me breakfast and brought it to my room. Its little things that Tommy never did " "Syn, have you ever thought maybe it's just their personalities." "Ugh, well sure I thought that, but sometimes the way Sampson looks at me. It feels like like he's " "Attracted to you?" "Sort of. Doc, he's charming as hell. I think I am kind of thinking " "That you are in love?" "Yeah, sort of except well " "You aren't sure what love is yet." That last part had not been a question. That was the thing about Dr. Lopez. She could always read my mind. She had this way of making me feel like we were bonded in a special way. I had never trusted anyone before except her. My parents never could really speak to me, probably cause of intimidation. My female friends all hung around me because they felt like I would be interested in them sooner or later and my male friends only hung around me because of the amount of females I attracted. No one really understood me, except for Dr. Lopez. It was sad when only a shrink understands you, but still... I had been seeing Dr. Lopez long before my parents had died. I had been seeing her for almost 5 years now. We had first met after my parents brought me in for trying to set my school on fire. I was a bad ass kid back then. The things that I did they were too terrible to even say. However, I had confessed them all to Dr. Lopez. She knew me more then I knew myself. She knew how I would react to things. She knew just what to say if I had a problem. It was almost like she was my second half. She was a damn good psychiatrist and I had liked to think that Dr. Lopez was actually a real good friend of mine by now. "I never got the concept of love." I watched as Dr. Lopez folded her long locks of jet black hair over her shoulders. She wore these dark rectangular glasses that hid her pretty eyes. She looked gorgeous, almost shockingly so, even though professionally she had gone through almost everything to hide her desirable looks. There was a time I believed I was in love with Dr. Lopez, but the age thing it was just way too much. "Why don't you play me a love ballad on the piano?" "Sure, I'd love to." Dr. Lopez had brought in a piano in her office. She said that I was the only one that she allowed to play it. It made me feel special because I knew Dr. Lopez spent her own money to by it. Truthfully, since my parents had died, I was not sure who had been paying Dr. Lopez on my behalf at all. Sometimes, I was sure that no one was paying her and sometimes I figured that it was my uncle paying her somehow. Either way, Dr. Lopez never discussed payment. She smiled as I sat on the piano bench and began to play. She used to call me a 'prodigy' for my skills with the piano. I had played a song that I knew best. It was a ballad written by John Legend. The song was best known for being the music, which John Legend had performed "Ordinary People". I played it because I knew it was a favorite of Dr. Lopez. I loved classical music on the piano, but any type of music was really good. "If you could name five things that mean the most to you what would they be?" I thought. I loved how Dr. Lopez made me think all the time. "I love cookie dough ice cream, melted just a little so that that it's moist I like playing the piano I like sex I like our sessions together " I paused again. " I like walking into a room and having everyone in the room turn towards me in complete infatuation." I had told Dr. Lopez about how I felt that happen to me a couple of times. Others would have said that I was completely conceited about my looks. Some people would have said that I was paranoid about whether or lot people were watching. Dr. Lopez believed me though. She believed that even though just for a second, as I walked in a room, people would stare at me in wonder. "You didn't name Sampson." "No no I guess I didn't." "Do you think that means that you really aren't in love?" "I don't know. Things have been so crazy lately." "You mean with your parents " "Now Doc, you know " I hated talking about my parents. I mean; it wasn't that I was avoiding them, but I had talked about them far too much. Dr. Lopez seemed to believe that their death had an influence on my feelings towards others. I just couldn't see it. I had gotten over it, but it seemed like everyone else wasn't ready for me to get over it yet. "Syn, I know you don't want to talk about it, but look at your love life." "What does it have to do with them?" "You admitted to being in love with T-Boy. As soon as he runs away, you find something you think is love in another boy. Doesn't that strike you as odd." "I guess but I can't help my feelings." "Of course not. Truth is that you have feelings for other boys but never even admitted to being gay. Seems like if you don't realize your problem soon enough, you might just get more confused." I stopped playing. I could feel what she was saying. "So what do you think my problem is, Doc?" I looked at her and she looked up at me. She had a note pad, but she barely used it. She wasn't that kind of psychiatrist. It made me worry as to see her taking such a long time to answer my question. I began to feel like maybe I seriously did have a problem. "Have you considered that you have misdirected emotions?" "Misdirected emotions? "Yes, it seems like you are taking the emotions that you feel from your parents death and using that to grow connected to these two boys. The emotions that you should be feeling which is mourning and sadness have been transformed into instant love and affection, which seems now to be centered around Sampson." I paused. It sounded so good coming from her mouth. Misdirected emotions, huh? Well, it would explain why I was thinking about the kiss that T-Boy gave me rather then my parents' death and why I was now feeling like I was beginning to fall in love with Sampson, who was all but a complete stranger. "So what should I do?" "You have to do what you think is right for you. I would say go back to the house. Face you problems instead of running from them. Leaving will just mean that another 'Sampson' will come along and all your emotion will go on that person. Why don't you just go back to the house and get on a comfortable 'friendship' level with both boys?" "What will that do?" "It will allow you to get to know them better. If you give Tommy enough space, I believe he will get comfortable around you again. When all the tension has passed, you will be able to see if you still have those feelings for either of them." "Great thanks, Doc. I'll I'll see you then I guess." Dr. Lopez had made it sound easy. She always made it sound easy. It felt bad leaving the office, but my hour was up. As for not admitting that I was gay, it was because I wasn't sure. I had been attracted to girls. I had even had sex with a female before. However now, my mind hadn't been anywhere even close to girls. All I could think about was Sampson. I kept thinking about Sampson's body. His upper torso was to kill for. His smile was to murder for. His stare was to die for. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Taking the bus back to the house, I tried to think about how I was going to get T-Boy on speaking terms with me again. I still did feel like he was in the wrong, but us being on speaking terms again wouldn't be about him. It was about me. I had to have enough time to figure out all the emotions I'd been having. I had to be comfortable to do that. It was hard being me. The bus ride was short and I gave the bus driver an eerie ass look when I got off. I did this because he had been basically hitting pits and ditches the entire ride. I already had enough on my mind without him adding to the problem with his constant road mishaps. It made me wonder where they trained these guys. This driver was complete trash. He probably could feel my tense feelings as I got off because he looked right back after me with the same expression. I got off the bus and looked up at the house, to immediately hear a voice that I recognized. "Bullshit!" I looked up at the stairs to the brownstone apartment building. It was T-Boy sitting out side. He had a bottle of coke on his lap and beside him was this pale white, anorexic looking chick showing off her legs like they didn't look like they came straight out of a concentration camp. I didn't mean to be rude, but T-Boy always used these ugly chicks and they never really got it. I knew her. Her name was Sidney. She went to our school. As I approached the brownstone stairs, Sidney got up. I hoped to god that she wasn't going to hug me. She was known around the school as the local slut. I didn't want any loose 'trash' rubbing up on me. As far as AIDS, they thought they knew how it spread (sex, needles), but no one was sure how the shit started so I wasn't being too careful. "Is that oh my god, how are you, Syn?!" the ugly bitch said, going towards me, her hands stretched out. I could have sworn her hands were about to touch me, when T-Boy quickly pulled her back. "Sidney, why don't you go get me something to drink," T-Boy demanded of her. "I just wanted to " "Go get me something to drink don't go in the house. Go to the corner store." He gave her a stern little look and she giggled almost like she enjoyed being T-Boy's personal plaything. She looked back at me, gave me a wave and then headed around the block to the corner store. I was sure T-Boy was trying to be mean or something, but I actually wanted to thank him for not letting that nasty hoe touch me. "Hey," I told him, in a low, almost hushed tone. "What the hell are you doing back here?" he questioned, looking me dead in my eyes with a stern ass expression, "I thought you left. At least that was what I was hoping " "Look, what did I ever do to you?" I was trying to sound as patient as possible. I remembered the way Dr. Lopez trained me to speak when I didn't want a confrontation. The last thing I wanted here was a confrontation. I breathed deep, preparing for the lyrical lashing I was sure would follow. "Listen, I just want you to stay away from me," he said, a little harshly, "I want you to stay away from my family as well." "I was invited here. This wasn't my idea. Its not like I conspired against you or shit like that " "You aren't getting it. I don't want 'your' type around me. Period." I sort of didn't get what he was saying. Was he saying that he thought I was gay and that he didn't want gay people around him. I was getting so pissed just standing there. It was almost like he had practiced this. It was almost like he knew just what to say to get to me. We exchanged glances. They were awkward. How could someone so evil be so fucking attractive. Suddenly I heard footsteps and I saw Ms. Nicole running from the house. She had the widest smile on her face. Right behind her was Sampson. Ms. Nicole ran right past her son and gave me a hug. "Oh, I've been so worried. Two days and I already was about to file a missing report on you." I wanted to ask her why she didn't, just to give her a reason to trip over her words, but then I caught T-Boy's stare. He had this striking firm exterior, surrounding his almost perfect, model like face and expression. His handsome as face let out this stare, almost like I was stabbing his mother instead of hugging her. "I don't think he's staying," T-Boy said, the animosity quite clear in his tone. "Ow?" Ms. Nicole stared at me, looking for an answer. I didn't quite have one. I mean; I didn't know it would have been better to me to stay and get things off my chest, but T-Boy's animosity was more then anything I ever expected. "He's stayin', Ma," Sampson had called out from the top of the stares. "Great!" Ms. Nicole said. Ms. Nicole put on her fake little "I'm getting more money from this boy" expression as she led me up the stairs. Sampson watched me as I walked. He gave me a smile and then as I got close enough he sort of pulled me close which was kind of weird. He didn't exactly hug me, but he wrapped his arm around me for a short moment. "You worried me," he said in a small, whispered tone that I was sure not even Ms. Nicole had heard. Truth was that I wasn't sure I heard it right either. Part of me wished that were what he said. I was a little bit confused now on where I should concentrate my thoughts. I was in between trying to make T-Boy stop treating me so bad or whether to make Sampson stop leading me on. I looked back at T-Boy. He was giving me a threatening expression that boy really, really didn't want me in his house. The rest of that afternoon was near terrible. I had about half an hour to talk to Sampson before he said he had to leave to do this community service thing he was involved in. It was for his school and I figured with St. Peters, they did a lot of charitable events. He didn't seem too thrilled to go, but none-the-less he went. I could see he was really beginning to see me as a good friend. I had also realized that Sampson didn't act to the same way he did with me with 'everyone', which I feared on the first day. I figured that maybe it was just his personality and he was ordinarily that nice. I watched him with T-Boy several times. The two weren't exactly the closest of brothers. T-Boy would enter a room, give me a cold stare and say something to his brother which was either a demand or a threat. Sampson wasn't the type to get easily bossed around the house either. They were just a year apart and physically they were absolute matches. They both had that athletic, vitamin water body. Sampson would usually just ignore his brother, almost completely whenever his brother asked him to do something. It didn't seem to bother T-Boy when Sampson ignored him and just remained silent, but when Sampson ignored him and continued to talk to me: he seemed to fume. "Ugh, I'll see you later then," I told Sampson, walking him to the door. It was really like sometimes the two of us were inseparable every time we had the chance to be together. The night after T-Boy and I had that little bathroom incident, Sampson and I had talked for almost 6 hours straight. We had just talked and found out all the things that we'd had in common. The two of us had a lot in common as well. Sometimes I felt like one of us were forcing it just so we could seem like we had a lot in common, but then sometimes I actually felt like we did. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I swear to god," he told me. The way he said it was almost like he thought I needed to hear him promise me like that. The thought came over me that maybe he felt like I was scared of T-Boy. That definitely wasn't the case. I had never really been scared of someone before. I wasn't afraid to be with T-Boy, I was just afraid to be away from him. "Sure " He turned to leave and then turned back, "Hey, promise me you will still be here." I guess I didn't sound too convincing the first time. "Yeah, of course I will," I said, cracking a slight smile. He smiled back and disappeared out the front door. I was in a dreamy state just then, I walked backwards until I fell right into the wall. I just stood there for a second or two, looking at the door. Why did he have to be so comfortable around me? Why did he have to make me feel like we had been the best of friends for years and that I would be in ruins if I stayed long enough without him? Whatever reason he had, it was definite leading me on. He was definitely making me feel like there was an opportunity out there somewhere. "He's straight," I heard a voice say. I turned around to see T-Boy. He was in the corridor, with his hand against the wall that I was leaning against. He had this look on that wasn't like before. He didn't seem angry. He just seemed judgmental. I wanted to have said, "We'll see about that" or something that would have probably pissed him off, but instead I just stood there, continuing to stare at the door. I was just in a daze, completely. "Just like you were when you kissed me right?" I asked, bluntly. I knew I shouldn't of done that because it was just adding gas to an already burning engine. T-Boy gave me this absolutely awe-struck stare. All I could think of what an asshole this guy had turned into since I had told him that I loved him. It was almost like I had given him 'the package' or something. "You really like him?!" T-Boy said laughing he was uncontrollably laughing. "That doesn't concern you " "He's my brother. You can't just waltz in here and think about seducing him." "Don't worry. I'm not gonna seduce him. Why don't you go around ignoring me like you did on the first day? I rather that guy." "You think you can have anything you want. Don't you?" "What?" I looked at him. I had no idea where he was coming from. His hands were shaking like he was getting worked up about the whole situation. I saw him trying to calm down and rubbing the sides of his face. He played with the lobe of his ear where the diamond earring sat. He seemed stressed. "You think just because you got the looks, that you can get anything, anyone that you want? You think just because you have that nice face, those deep brown eyes those lips " "You are talking crazy." I had never given him the idea that I could get anything that I want. His voice sounded so worked up. I didn't know what he was getting so excited about. I figured he had too much time to think about me and not enough to think about himself. "No. I know what I mean. You are trying to seduce him like you seduced me " "Seduce you? I never seduced you. Do you think I seduced you?" It was actually the nicest thing that he had said to me since I moved in the house in a strange, demented way. He was really talking crazy though. He was looking like he had way too much on his mind. How could he say I seduced him? I mean, most of the times I just stood there and let him come to me. Matter of fact, he always approached me on a sexual tip. The only 'coming on' I did was when I told him I loved him. "Whatever. If you keep fucking with my brother, I'm going to tell him. I'll tell him about you!" I laughed, it was hilarious in a weird way, "If you tell him about me, you realize it will also out you as well?" We had been having the affair together. T-Boy was speaking out of hate though. His beautiful picture perfect mouth seemed to be speaking before his brain could catch up. "I look just leave him a lone " He looked stuck as he turned away from me and made his way to the dining room. I myself had walked away, walking up stairs and locking myself in the warehouse of a bedroom that I had. The week had gone by and I still hadn't unpacked a damn thing. I was still considering if I should leave or not. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wasn't about to stop talking to Sampson just because T-Boy had a problem with it. I looked at the time. It was still the afternoon. I figured that I did have to do something to take my mind off wanting to be with Sampson as more then friends. As I figured this I looked in the address book of my cell phone. Kathy...Erica...simple hoes. They wouldn't take my mind of anything at all. They would probably just make me want Sampson even more. I looked down at the address book until I got to a name that said Shane. Shane. I figured calling him to come over later on wouldn't be so bad. I mean, at least I when Sampson came home we wouldn't be stuck alone for me to feel tempted to do anything I would regret. Shane would probably keep me sane while I was around Sampson. Shane had agreed to come, but didn't show up at the house until later that night. I hadn't asked Ms. Nicole if I could have company but then again...I just didn't want to. I mean, it was one of those things that I knew she was going to say yes to, so why even ask. I looked at the time when the doorbell rang. As I opened the door, I noticed Shane. Sampson was standing right next to him and behind both of them was this girl. She was Spanish. She had long flowing hair that fell to her sides. She was a bit on the chubby side, but then again I wasn't gonna judge her, because fat chicks were the nicest girls in the world (ha). "Hey...I uh...met your friend here on the way up," Sampson said, with a sort of half smile/half confused look on his face. Shane was tall. He was a lot taller then both Sampson and I. He was the starting center for the school basketball team, as a matter of fact. He was handsome in a sort of All-American way. He was one of those guys that didn't have to go out of his way to look nice and didn't really care about what he wore. Right now, he had on a white tee and some regular blue jeans with Reeboks. "Yeah, I sort of invited him over," I said suddenly and then stared Sampson in his eyes, "I guess I sort of wanted you to meet a close friend of mine. Is this your girlfriend..." I had been putting on my attention on the girl that was standing behind Sampson. She didn't seem to be even noticing me. She had her hand rested on Sampson's back. I knew that look. She had a desire in her eye that was hard to revoke. "No, actually this is Monica," he said, moving over slightly so I could get a view of her before adding, "Monica volunteered to help me out with the charity even though she didn't have to. I figured the least I could do was take her to a movie or something." Monica giggled. I was hard and annoying. The bitch sounded like she was choking on something. "Isn't he nice?" Monica said, slightly, covering her mouth as she laughed. Aren't you overweight...at least that was what I wanted to ask her. I mean, it wasn't the weight, but this bitch was just annoying me. It was clear that she liked Sampson. I mean, what kind of girl went out of her way to help someone with CHARITY, even if they didn't have to. We weren't Saints, we were high school students. This bitch had a hidden agenda. "Hey, I got an idea," Sampson said, "Why don't you and your friend tag along? I just came to pick up T- Boy and I guess we could all go..." Monica stared at me. She looked almost annoyed. I stared at Shane. He had this blank look on his face. He was usually always quiet and was usually down to do anything so I wasn't really worried about him wanting to go. I quickly thought about it. T-Boy was going? That shit definitely wasn't cool, but then this bitch Monica was going to. I wanted to be there and see if she was going to hit on Sampson or anything... "Sure, I we can. Right Shane?" "Uh-huh," he said with his usual, 'I'll do whatever' look. "Great, I'll go get T-Boy." Sampson went in the house. I came outside, realizing that I was already ready to leave. Shane gave me a look. I wasn't sure what it was about him. Dr. Lopez said that maybe he had a crush on me since he always did whatever I wanted to, but I didn't think so. I didn't even think Shane was gay. Shane did whatever 'ANYONE' told him to do, but the thing is a lot of people saw his size and were intimidated by him. I was probably the only one who wasn't. As T-Boy and Sampson returned, I could immediately feel the tension in the air. T-Boy gave me this hateful glare then suddenly I looked over at Monica. I was sort of amused when I saw her grimacing at me. What the hell was her problem? Was this horny bitch really grimacing at me? I wondered if she k new Sampson had a girlfriend and what chance Sampson would have to leave his (I'm sure hot) girlfriend for her. I actually was sure I had a better chance scoring with Sampson then she did. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As we walked to the cinema which was just a couple of blocks away from the house, the tension began to fade away. At least for me it was. One reason was because T-Boy and Shane were actually quite good friends from school. They walked ahead and even though they didn't talk to one another, it was clear that they were comfortable. Monica sort of walked in the middle and Sampson lagged behind her with me. She tried to walk slow several times to keep up with our pace, but every time she did, I just walked a little slower. She looked fucking annoyed and it was actually funny. "You know she likes you right?" Sampson looked awkward, "Who?" I looked up at Monica who was ahead of us far enough for her not to hear our conversation. "Monica. She's reminds me of a little kids who want cake." "Lol...I'm sure Monica would actually love cake," he said with a sort of innocent and yet teasing humor in him. "Especially if it was on you..." He laughed a little before saying quickly, "Monica does not like me." I got silent. Sampson was so innocent. He really must have not known how attractive he was. I mean his face alone could hook chicks onto him like he was a fridge and they were magnets. Not to mention his body, rock hard abs and rippled biceps. "Deny it if you want..." He looked suddenly like he was thinking about it, then shook his head and said, "Nah, she doesn't like me. Besides you're the cute one..." He suddenly looked my way and I looked back at him. What the hell was that? What did he mean, "I was the cute one." Straight guys had sometimes complimented my looks, but they never really said it that way. They had never come so openly to just say that I was cute. "Huh?" I said. I said that not because I didn't hear him. I said that because I wanted him to say it again. He had said it low the first time almost like he was muttering it. "I mean...uh...you're the one who gets all the girls. Monica would more likely be into you." I laughed. Though still a compliment, it wasn't one that made me question him. I was completely overwhelmed. I wanted to tell him that he was actually sexy as hell. I mean, he started by calling me cute! Dr. Lopez wouldn't be really mad since he started with the compliments. I didn't though. We quickly kicked the conversation to something else. It felt weird talking to Sampson because no body else was talking. Shane never talked and T-Boy looked the most uncomfortable. Monica kept trying to get in the conversation that Sampson and I were having, but sometimes always managed to get lost in what we were saying. It was almost like Sampson and I were in our own little...I guess, world. No one around us understood what was happening. There was never one point on walking there that we had stopped talking. We laughed a lot too. Sometimes we laughed about silly things, but sometimes there were these awkward moments where our eyes met and we just started laughing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So...what movie do you wanna see?" Sampson asked as me as we got to the movie theater and stood up looking at the colorful billboard of all the new movies. "Funny..." I turned around to see that T-Boy had made that comment. It was the first thing that he had said the entire night. He was looking at a poster for that movie "Red Eye" as he said it, but he wasn't really concentrating on it. I could by the kind of smirk he had on it. Sampson walked over to him, "What so funny about that?" "I'm not talking about the poster. I was talking about you two. Sampson and Syn. Haha... its almost like...ah never mind." I knew exactly where he was getting at but Sampson seemed a little lost about it. He was so damn innocent that he probably couldn't even see how Monica adored him, not to mention that I did as well. By now T-Boy had got my attention, as well as Monica and Shane. It seemed like his smirk had grown wider into some sinister looking smile. Sampson didn't seem to know better. He had better not say anything stupid... "Tell me. What did you mean by Syn and I?" Sampson said. I could tell he honestly had no clue. "I mean, stating the fact that Syn keeps giving you all his attention. I would say he had a thing for you. Hm...Syn I been meaning to ask you...are you gay?" T-Boy looked at me as he asked me. Shane and Sampson looked at me as well. Sampson had this blank expression on his face like he was waiting for me to answer. Monica looked at me with this judgmental stare, "Yeah, it was kind of strange...but I was thinking the same thing. So how about it Syn? Do you like Sampson or what?" All the attention was on me. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I just stood there. Way too many seconds were going past as I searched my head for an answer. Dammit! I realized that the timing for a normal answer had passed. Even if I said no now...they would still suspect something. I kept thinking about Dr. Lopez. She wasn't here to help me now. Monica was a bitch, but I was beginning to hate T-Boy. How could he embarrass me like that? How could he ask me that kind of question in front of everyone? I didn't know what to say. I had been embarrassed. No wonder what I said, the question would haunt Sampson. He probably wouldn't be comfortable around me anymore. He'd probably be paranoid and think I was hitting on him with every little thing that I did. I was angry. I was beyond angry as I looked at T-Boy. They had been staring at me for way too long now. It seemed like almost a minute. T-Boy had begun to smile so widely and lift his eyebrow almost like he wasn't about to change the subject until I answered the question. He had no mercy. I couldn't let him get away with this...Sorry for the mistake of putting Chapter 2 as a repeat.