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Chapter 3O: How Ms. Nicole Got Her Groove Back
"Are you serious?" I asked Sampson. He asked me out. He was walking me home from some rude awakening with some new Brunswick kind of organization that I didn't know much about. He had finally asked me out. After all those long months of waiting for him to finally acknowledge and admit that maybe he likes me and we should be together. I'd waited for him to admit it to himself, then to me. Suddenly this grin formed around his face. "No, I was just joking," he said and started to laugh. I stared at him, my mouth open. I couldn't believe him now. I didn't understand it really. Sampson was someone who I believed liked me. He kept leading me to believe that in a way. He was jealous at times (or at least seemed like it) and he clearly said that I was attractive. So why was he still joking. My face expressed the torn emotion that filled my mind. Sampson's crazy laughter lowered to a light grin when he saw my grimace, "Syn, lighten up. Don't you have a sense of humor?" I crossed my arms and stared him dead in the eyes, "No." "Oh did you think I was serious?" he looked confused as though in disbelief, "Its nothing against you. You would make a great boyfriend. Its just that I really don't want to be with a guy after all that crap with Byron." I listened to his excuses. I hated them. What did feminine, posh, stupid, oversexed Byron have that was better then me? I wasn't cocky, but I WAS pissed. I just stared a hole into him. It 'isn't' me. He plays with me, but when it comes to dating me he all of a sudden wants to turn straight. "So you just asked me that as a joke?" I asked. I sounded very serious and I had the right to be. He came out of nowhere with a retarded joke that only he understood. If it were even tied into something we were talking about then it would have been funny. He reached to ask that question. "No, I just wanted to kind of know what you would say," Sampson explained, still smiling. Still smiling? Still smiling! "I would have said no!" I snapped, "You are a fucking immature loser! You wouldn't know what to do with me. You deserve a piece of trash like Byron!" I knew I had opened Pandora's Box and I didn't care. I had a lot that I wanted to get off my chest with Sampson and I sure he had a lot he wanted to say to me. I could tell Sampson was a little taken back by my sudden outburst of anger. He took a step back as though my screams were hands reaching out to punch him with every syllable. "Syn, calm down," he explained, trying hard to keep a positive attitude, "Its not like I was leading you on. I told you a while ago that you aren't relationship type to me." My lower lip quivered with anger. This guy had been playing me this entire time. "Fuck you!" I blasted, "You think you are relationship type? You were in how many relationships since summer? You're relationships don't last! You couldn't even keep a good relationship with your family! Look at T- Boy. Look at Zion!" Something in what I had said had hit him. His anger seemed to lift through it. His smile was completely gone now and replaced by this angry look. I wanted it! I rather had argued with him then to keep holding all this tension in. "Well at least I have relationships," he explained, "You had what one boyfriend in your entire life? I wonder why that is Syn?" I shook my head, "What are you talking about? How long did you know me? Since summer " "So how many girlfriends or boyfriends did you have?" Sampson asked. "None of your fucking business!" I did have a couple of girlfriends, but he was right mostly. T-Boy was the only guy that I'd really been in a committed relationship with. T-Boy was the only one who loved me. I was pissed though. Just hearing Sampson come at me like that was making me angrier. "Exactly..." Sampson explained, "You want to know why? It's because you are an evil, stubborn little brat who always wants his way. You aren't even cute enough to hide that disgusting personality!" "Whatever!" I shouted and took a step closer to him, "I'm not going to be criticized by a guy who fell in love with a fucking prostitute." "But you fell in love with me!" Sampson immediately snapped back, "You think I don't know? I do know. That was the real reason I asked that question. I wanted to see how quick you would answer! You are pathetic! Why else would you like Zion so much!" "I'm in love with you?" I asked laughing, sarcastically. I couldn't believe he was thinking that this entire time. That was probably why he always had up a front and masked all of his intentions. I did have a crush on him. I don't know if it was love, but I guess the whole a thin line between love and hate was true. I was near hating Sampson now. "Yup! Don't even say you aren't because Shane told me himself," Sampson quickly stated, "Remember him? Shane. The guy you told all your secrets to. I knew it even before he told me then. You used to drool over me all the time like the little stalker freak you are." I crossed my arms and looked at him. He thought I was a pathetic loser who was in love with him. The thought burned my chest a little bit, because it was so true. Even Shane noticed it. He was right. "Wow," was the only thing that I could say. I wasn't sure if I wanted this much truth. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to say all that to me. It felt like Sampson had reached into my chest and pulled whatever was in it out. He took my lungs so I couldn't breath. He took my heart so I didn't have any courage to even stand there anymore. I was kind of looking at him. I looked deep in his eyes wondering. He looked in mine and I could see his chest still lifting and sinking with anger. As I looked at him, I think he could see how hurt I was. "Syn listen," he explained, still looking mad, but seeming to calm down. "I don't think there's anymore we can say here," I cut him off. He looked even more pissed off, "I'm trying to apologize dammit!" "I don't want one. I don't even know you anymore." "Fine!" He walked off leaving me immediately. I stood there. I didn't want anything from him. I didn't even want to see him anymore. I none-the-less watched as he walked away. I was still in shock that he thought all those things about me. He basically thought that I'd been stalking him. I didn't really regret the whole argument. I had a lot of stuff that I needed to get off my chest. I wasn't sure if it hurt him or hurt me more. The entire scene had left me moments away from crying. I didn't cry immediately though. I walked home first. ~//~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I entered the house to see Lamont and T-Boy talking. It was more like arguing. I was surprised to see Ms. Nicole was there as well. I lowered my head so that they wouldn't see that my eyes were red and almost brimming with tears. I couldn't let them see me so weak. "Syn, you got to come in here and listen to this total bullshit," T-Boy's voice rang as he made his way to me. "I'm not in the mood," I explained, hardly though because my voice cracked from feeling sorry for myself. "This is serious," T-Boy explained, "Let me tell you what these two have been doing!" I looked over at Lamont and then Ms. Nicole. They both had silent looks on their face. They looked a little bit embarrassed. It almost looked like they were about to break down just like me. "I can't," I said, my voice breaking out into a whimper all of a sudden. "Well let me tell you, these two " T-Boy explained. I couldn't take the pressure any longer. I started to cry and before I knew it was snorting and whimpering. I didn't know what they were talking about but I suspected it had something to do with Lamont and Ms. Nicole. "Tommy, c'mon, can't you see he's in pain," Lamont quickly intervened. He started to walk over to me, but I climbed the stairs instead to avoid it. I didn't want anyone comforting me. I wanted to let that feeling of anger burn in me so that I could realize just how stupid I was to be controlled by my emotions. I wanted to feel stupid so I wouldn't fall for Sampson again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was the next morning and Lamont was standing over me. "Syn, aren't you going to school?" he asked. I knew what he really wanted to ask me. He wanted to ask me about what happened last night. I could see it in his eyes. Lamont wasn't that type of person to just come out and ask though. I shook my head, "Nah, I don't feel good today." Truth was that I didn't want to see Sampson. I didn't want to be anywhere near him. I knew he would probably be in school. I just didn't want to be reminded of how he felt about me. I didn't want to feel like I had felt yesterday. I still felt it a little bit. I still felt the sting of hatred, jealousy and lust crawling in my spine. "You don't feel good?" he asked, "You do realize that today is the pep rally right?" I'd almost forgot. It was Homecoming week for winter sports. I had signed up for the Organization Committee in exchange for getting a couple of excuses on my tardy record. I needed to go to school. I needed to be on that Organization Committee. Sampson was the leader of that committee. In fact, "he" was the reason that I got hooked up with the promise of all those excuses. At that time I was sure Sampson wouldn't make me do any work since we were so close. Now I wasn't sure what he would do. I got dressed and walked down the stairs with Lamont. "So you and Ms. Nicole are having sex?" I asked. I wasn't quite sure. I just threw it out there. Lamont didn't really go for the younger girls. He seemed to be the dependent type. I guess he needed someone to make him feel secure. I wasn't sure what it was. I just had the feeling that he and Ms. Nicole were more then just friends. "No," he explained and then turned, "We are in a relationship." I started to laugh slowly. That definitely tickled me! I was still pissed about Sampson but the whole thought of Lamont being with a woman twice his age was hilarious to me. "Isn't that illegal?" I asked. "I'm turning 18 soon," Lamont quickly added, "We will make sure that our relationship doesn't turn physical until then. Besides who is going to press charges? Big Isaac? He's gone. I can be with Nicole if I want to." I looked at him waiting for the punch line. His face was serious though. "Lamont no " I whined and my face wrinkled up. The thought of them being together was disgusting. Ms. Nicole was physically alright for an older lady (not any Halle Berry by any means). Ms. Nicole's looks weren't her problem. She had that voice. She had that attitude. She had that greed. She was the greediest bitch ever! "I really like her," Lamont explained, "I figured you and T-Boy would understand since you both are gay males. You should understand that you can't help who you are attracted to." "Did you know that both Sampson and T-Boy are older then you?" I asked. She raised two people that were older then her boyfriend? That was just weird. Lamont was tall which sort of made him look older then T-Boy and Sampson, but his face gave away his age. He had a young face that looked younger then mine. I didn't know what to say or do to persuade him about this. I just decided to be quiet and smirk at the entire thing. This was definitely a little bit more interesting then my argument with Sampson. I figured that Ms. Nicole had gone home yesterday and told Sampson about it as well. He was probably thinking about it a lot more then our argument as well. Lamont and I walked to the car and immediately we were stopped by T-Boy. "He is not riding in my car!" T-Boy snapped. Lamont just stood, quietly, reminding me of the quiet boy who never said a word. I figured he knew that even though he was taller, T-Boy had a lot more muscle and natural strength. T-Boy could beat Lamont's ass without breaking a sweat if he wanted to. T-Boy was the temperamental type too. He probably would swing at Lamont if given the chance. "T-Boy, c'mon, you can't blame it all on him," I explained, "Its your mother's fault too." Shit she probably put a curse on him. "She's not riding in my car either." It seemed fair, but I knew Lamont was probably depending on me to support him in some way. I had gone this far supporting him for absolutely NO reason at all, so I guess it became something like a job. "T-Boy please," I begged, walking up to him, "Just for today and after school we'll all go over to your mother's house and talk about it." "No." "Ok," I said turning and letting out a short sigh, "I guess Lamont and I have a long way to walk " T-Boy changed his mind and took us to school. I knew he would. I knew he didn't want me to walk or anything because he wouldn't have anyone to complain to on the ride to school. T-Boy complained to both Lamont and I as he drove us. Lamont really didn't say anything because T-Boy repeated, "I should kick you out right now", about 10 times as we made our way to the school. I could understand his anger although I didn't know what I would do in that position. I honestly couldn't have given two shits about what my mother did. She wasn't a greedy bitch like Ms. Nicole, but my mother was never really alive to me. She was barely home and when she was, we barely spoke. ~~~~~~/// The school was decorated completely with spirit. Our school colors red and gold were everywhere. Jocks walked around in their jerseys all proudly like anyone cared who they fucking were 98% of the time. The cheerleaders were all uniformed and pretending that they actually had some kind of significance to the sport of basketball. T-Boy and I went to the gymnasium to start working for the committee. Lamont said he wanted to help, but he had some things to do. I doubted he was going to come at all. He seemed a little scared of T-Boy and I didn't blame him. T-Boy was very angry and bitter about things. However, Lamont was lucky that he wasn't stuck helping out in the gymnasium with about twenty-five losers who were all specially picked out by Sampson so it would be easy for him to boss around. "Everyone in the Organization Committee gather around me!" Sampson announced. I noticed that we made short eye contact. We both quickly diverted them however. He was dressed in the school sweater that had that school mascot on it. They had changed our school colors and mascot over and over, probably because our student assembly were all total idiots who all took their positions too seriously. Sampson was one of those idiots. I went up against the wall with T-Boy. He still seemed very focused on his anger about his mother and Lamont. He grimaced the entire time. It was like standing next to the Scrooge. Sampson assigned everyone work. He took his time when he came up to me. "Tommy, you are managing seats," Sampson said making his way across the line and then skipped right past me to a little Mexican boy, "Pablo, you are responsible for hanging up banners." "What about me?" I asked. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't see you," he apologized with this aura of fakeness around him. "You can see the little Pablo who is barely 5 feet, but you can't see me?" I asked him, not believing his excuse for a moment. "I guess I have more important things on my mind," he said rudely and then added, "Syn you are on sanitation." He put an emphasis on important as though saying that I wasn't. I looked at this guy. Sanitation? What the hell was that? He smirked after he told me sanitation as though finding it a little amusing. I couldn't believe this was the same guy that I'd had a crush on. I knew he skipped over me on purpose, too. I wasn't sure what his intentions were for skipping over me, but I knew that he had done it on purpose. We were standing in a line. How could he not see me? "Great!" a voice said, "We have sanitation together!" I turned around and saw Yolanda. I grimaced even more. I HATED SAMPSON! I walked away to start the labor as Yolanda followed behind me. She was already annoying and she hadn't even really said anything to me yet. I could feel it coming on though. I went to the first garbage and began to pull the bag out of the pale. The smell was horrendous. The kids in school seemed to eat toxic waste or something. Could things get any worse? I was working with 'Yolanda' on 'sanitation' with 'Sampson' looking over me like some kind of disgruntled boss. I could feel Yolanda's eyes staring in the back of my head. "What!" I asked and turned around. "Nothing," she said smiling a cheesy smile, "I just figured you wanted to talk. You looked a little bit lonely." "Does it look like I have "PBS After-school Special" sketched on the back of my head?" I asked and turned away, "Besides I got enough friends not to be dying from loneliness because of the hour I'm spending with you." She didn't even look like she was insulted. Nothing insulted the clueless bitch. "Well, I just noticed Sampson must not be cool with you," she explained and laughed, "I mean he gave you this job. You're cleaning up trash. I got an excuse. Sampson hates me. What about you? If I were you, I'd be a little upset. Plus you have those freshmen who've been staring at you for the last ten minutes like you were Lucifer himself." I raised my eyebrow looking around, "Who?" "By the middle bleachers," she said. I turned around and looked. They were weird kids. I had never seen them before actually. They were wearing all black and had these crosses around their necks. They looked a lot like Catholic priests except they didn't have the slash and the collar. They were looking at me alright. Their eyes were darting at me. They didn't look too happy about my presence either. They looked a lot like they were sort of pissed about it. None-the-less, one of them was cute. He was the taller of the two and if he was a freshman, he damn sure didn't look like one. "Who the hell are they?" I asked. "Don't you know silly boy?" Yolanda asked and giggled. "If I knew, then why would I ask you?" I quickly said with some attitude flared in my pronunciations. She smiled, "Oh yeah. Well, they are those religious guys. They are like the new Jehovah witnesses, I swear. Only they are even stricter. There's a lot more of them in this school, too. They follow some guy. I forgot his name." "Noah Fold?" I asked. "Yup. That's him." I looked over at the guys watching me. They still looked pissed. I stuck out my middle finger at them and they just stared at it. They didn't look pissed off about it or anything. They were kind of like ghosts or something. The Fold Brotherhood had its members in the school? It felt like they were everywhere. But why would they be looking at me? Did Noah Fold tell all of his little mind slaves that I was some kind of sinner? I thought about it. It would be strange if he did. I didn't want to be thinking about it right now. I definitely didn't want to work with Yolanda and didn't want these weird boys watching me like I raped their mother. I took a couple of steps over to Sampson. He was working with T-Boy. I figured they were talking about the whole Lamont/ Ms. Nicole relationship but when he saw me coming he came off of the bleachers. I had an idea he probably thought I was coming to make peace with him. "I feel sick," I told him, "I think that's it for me today." I guess I had to check up with him before I left because he was leading the committee. I had told him my intentions coldly and that was because I couldn't really stand him. "You can't leave," he told me, bluntly, lax with facial expression, "You remember that I got it so that you are excused for some of those days you missed from school if you help out?" "So what?" I asked immediately, "I feel sick." "No you aren't," he argued, "Where are you sick at?" "I don't need your bullshit right now," I quickly snapped, turning away from him and rolling my eyes. I didn't get far before I felt him grab on my arm. He grabbed on it really hard too. I was going to hit him, but he swung me around so hard that I almost lost my balance. "Why do you have to be such a dick!" he yelled. I noticed a little attention (besides the weird little Brotherhood Freshmen) and I didn't like it. I didn't want to cause a scene today. I just didn't feel like it. It was too early in the morning and I had cramps in my stomach from not eating. I wasn't only grumpy but irritated. I just wanted to be left alone. "Don't ever touch me again," I said calmly. I started to walk away. I gave one more thought about just abandoning the work and going either to class or going home. I figured I would just continue the work but I also decided to go in the bathroom first to leave Yolanda with a lot of the work for a while and leave Sampson thinking that I left. I entered the school bathroom and went in a stall to handle my business. I usually didn't just use the bathroom in school, but I figured it wouldn't be so bad because our school did have really clean bathrooms, plus this was earlier in the morning so I knew I was the first to use it since its last cleaning. I heard the bathroom door swing open from my stall. "Lamont would get his ass beat if I had anything to say about it." "Chill, Tommy. It won't last." I noticed that it was T-Boy and Sampson. I got really still and lifted up my feet just in case they got suspicious. I wanted to hear the kind of trash that Sampson talked behind my back. They were clearly talking about Lamont and Ms. Nicole's relationship some more. It was weird that Sampson was saying how other people's relationships didn't last when his relationships "NEVER" lasted. "Its weird that we are agreeing on things," T-Boy stated and paused for a moment as though thinking, "We never agree on things." "Well there was that thing with Syn and Zion. Remember Syn kissed that loser." "Oh yeah," T-Boy said and laughed, "I think Syn was trying to make me jealous actually." I laughed. What the hell made him think that? "Did it work?" Sampson asked. "Honestly?" T-Boy asked and then paused for a moment, "It kind of did. Syn is just exploring though. Just the other day he was trying to have sex with me. He's going to come back to me." What the hell was he talking about? "Is that what he said." "Yeah. He said that we never really broke up." I bit my tongue so not to shout out how much of a liar T-Boy was. He was the one who never thought we broke up! Why was he making me sound like some kind of hopeless romantic? "Well I don't know what you see in him," Sampson told T-Boy, "Syn is playing games if you ask me. If he really loved you then why would he be kissing Zion?" I really hated Sampson at that moment. His voice alone was enough to cause veins to start forming in my muscles. "Like I said he's just trying to make me jealous," T-Boy explained, "He'll come back when he sees that I'm not going to budge and he wants more Piper." "Piper?" "Haha," T-Boy laughed, "Its Syn. I guess he liked it so much that he named it." LIES! I named his dick? What the hell was he talking about? Him and Sampson kept laughing as though it was the funniest thing in the world as they exited out of the bathroom. They were finally getting along, but they were doing it on my account. T-Boy was lying to his brother and doing it in a way that made me look like I was chasing him meanwhile it was probably vice versa (if you ask me). I mean, T-Boy wasn't chasing me, but hell I damn sure wasn't chasing his ass anywhere either! I waited until they left the bathroom before I came out. I walked over to the sink and started washing my hands. A brush was on the sink. It looked real familiar. I realized that it was probably the brush that Sampson used often. I thought about throwing it down the toilet when the door opened and two boys walked in. At first I didn't really pay them any mind but as they got closer I noticed that they were staring REALLY hard. I noticed they were those Fold Brotherhood creeps. "39 days left to sin," the one who I thought was cute muttered softly, so low that I could barely hear it. "Look you fucking loser," I said grabbing him by his collar and slamming him into the wall, "This isn't a fucking Wes Craven movie. You aren't scaring anyone with this shit!" I damn sure wasn't going to get scared by two dumbass freshmen. The freshman that I had on the wall didn't really struggle. He just stood up against the wall. The other freshman didn't even come to help him. They just watched me, extremely close. "Do you believe in heaven, Syn?" one of them asked. "How the fuck you know my name!" I asked, "Is it that Noah Ford guy!" "39 days left." "What do you mean 39 days? 39 days left until what?" "Syn! What are you doing in here?" came a voice, which I immediately recognized as Sampson's voice. He probably came back to get his brush. He saw me pressed up against the freshman, ready to hit him if he didn't answer all my questions just the way I wanted him to. I rolled my eyes as Sampson walked in. He thought he was so fucking important since he got a little leadership position that wasn't even that important I let go of the freshman and they both walked out of the bathroom not paying any mind to Sampson. I looked over at him and rolled my eyes. "Mind your business." "You are choking a kid up in the bathroom and you want me to mind my business?" He made it sound like it was so unbelievable. "Exactly," I bluntly said and added, "Besides, they are just two kids that probably take that Noah Fold guys sermons a little too literally." "Syn, you can't just bully people." "I'm not bullying anyone!" I answered immediately, "They were staring at me. Shut the hell up. Why do you have to be on my back about shit?" He definitely seemed to be very bitter since yesterday and so was I. He normally wouldn't have been scolding me about threatening two weird kids. He would probably be defending me and 'helping' me to threaten them. "You are a completely different person," he said. Me? Me! He was the biggest hypocrite ever. It was like Dr. Jeckyll making fun of someone with Multiple Personality Disorder. "You don't have to talk to me," I clearly stated and crossed my arms, "In fact from now on, don't speak to me. Don't speak to me ever again." "What?" he asked, as though he was surprised and insulted. "Pretend like you don't know me. Ignore me in school. If you want to come over to drop off Ms. Nicole so she can screw Lamont then go ahead, but call so that I can leave the house first." I could feel that it stung when I mentioned Ms. Nicole screwing Lamont. I immediately got the aura of anger from around him as though he was probably thinking along the same lines as I was. "Fine, you're dead to me already," he immediately said and left. I stood in the bathroom raging. I couldn't believe he didn't care. I had gotten mad and he just walked out. He was just gone like that. The nice Sampson that I knew was gone. It was almost like he was a monster. It was almost like he was being me. I walked out of the bathroom. I didn't understand what was going through his head. Sampson seemed more emotional lately. He seemed like there was something about me that was just irritating him First he cruelly jokes about asking me out. Then instead of apologizing he says that I'm too serious. Now he was taking the sides of guys that he hardly even knew? I wondered what I did to make Sampson so different to me lately. I remembered the guy who used to stand by me through anything. What had caused that change in him? Why come when I got pissed off at him, he just seemed to get more pissed off at me instead of apologized like he used to do before? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When school ended, T-Boy basically dragged me with him on his way to confront Ms. Nicole about her new relationship with Lamont. I knew it would come down to this. T-Boy was the type who was always insulted. T-Boy was pissed. I doubted he really cared personally about Ms. Nicole's love life. It seemed he was more worried about himself. T-Boy was always the type who was obsessed with what other people thought about him. He didn't want Lamont to go out with his mother because he knew it was only a matter of time before rumors spread and their relationship reflected on T-Boy. "The bullshit has to end," T-Boy immediately said as he walked into the house. Ms. Nicole looked embarrassed. Lamont was still in school and I guess Sampson was as well. I stood in the corner quietly. I just wanted T-Boy to hurry up with this whole confrontation with his mother so that I can get home before Sampson arrived. Sampson was actually the type to come home right after school so I knew it would only be a matter of time before he got there. "What I do in the privacy of my bedroom is none of you business," Ms. Nicole said. T-Boy and I squirmed because we both were not even trying to imagine that. We exchanged gross looks and I crossed my arms as though showing him that I was annoyed with even talking to her. Truthfully, I just didn't want to be in the house for much longer. "What will people think?" T-Boy immediately asked, "A little kid with my mother?" "He's not a kid, Tommy, he'll be 18 years old," Ms. Nicole immediately said. "He's my age ma!" T-Boy raged and banged his hand on the table, "Not only is he my age, but he is a loser at my age! Before he started hanging out with Syn, no one even liked him. He was a nobody!" I knew T-Boy would throw in Lamont's popularity history as soon as he had the chance. It just showed how he was embarrassed about it. The kid he used to pick on was now with his mother. That was definitely some embarrassing shit. "Tommy, I never meant to hurt you," Ms. Nicole explained, "This is just its making me happy. Before Lamont, I had all this trouble with debt. Lamont is like a lucky charm. I'm out of debt now. I win at the casinos. I even won two thousand dollars in bingo last night. With Lamont, I'm happy." "Oh! I get it!" T-Boy shouted, "It makes sense. Its not really about Lamont is it! Its money!" He sounded even angrier. It was almost like he was surprised. T-Boy was stupid for being surprised. People didn't really change. Ms. Nicole was greedy then and she would be greedy now. "I I think I love Lamont." T-Boy snapped, "Love? What the fuck! You just fucking met him! How do you love him? Are you stupid?" "Don't you talk to me like that young man!" Ms. Nicole immediately said taking steps to confront him. They stood there for a while in this silent showdown. I could see the flames passing through their eye contact. It was really heated. They stood there for what seemed like forever. Neither of them said anything else. Neither of them looked away. Neither of them changed their expression even the slightest. "T-Boy, let's go," I interrupted, looking at the clock, "Its useless." Just as I said that I heard the door being unlatched. I buried my hands in my palms immediately, knowing that it was Sampson. Who else would be able to unlock the front door? It was still only Ms. Nicole and Sampson living in that house. Sampson walked into the room. He looked at the confrontational eye showdown between Ms. Nicole and T-Boy then he looked at me lounging in the sofa next to them watching the entire scene. It seemed like when he saw me, there was this second eye showdown forming. It didn't last for long though. I immediately rolled my eyes and looked down on the floor as I spotted him. "What's going on here?" Sampson said, walking closer to us. "This woman is completely crazy!" T-Boy started to scream, "She think its ok to be going out with Lamont." "Its my choice!" "He's half you age, mother!" "Yet he acts mature for his age! He's much more mature then you are!" They continued to go back and forth until all the screaming just seemed to blend in together. I noticed that Sampson wasn't joining on T-Boy's side, which was weird. I figured he would be a little bit pissed off that his mother was dating his peer as well. Then again, he was always more understanding of Ms. Nicole then the rest of us. She probably had the chance to explain her actions to him a little better. Sampson wasn't really arguing on either side. He just watched. I was watching as well, but every time I turned my eyes to see what he was doing, it seemed like he was turning his eyes as well. There was just this big awkwardness about the entire thing. T-Boy and Ms. Nicole argued for about 3 hours. Ms. Nicole had decided to fix some dinner for us and they were arguing at the same time. I didn't really get it. Neither of them wanted to back down from their stance on the issue. "Ok, its either going to be him or me," T-Boy threatened after we just finished eating dinner. I was steadily tapping my foot on the floor. I was really starting to wonder what I was still doing here. It was winter so 5:00 pm meant that it was basically dark or getting dark outside. Ms. Nicole argued, "I choose him!" "You can't choose him! I'm your son! You always have to choose your son!" "Well you chose Syn over me when you went to live with him!" "That was different! You did something wrong to Syn. You stole money from him! I didn't do anything to Lamont!" "Oh yeah? Lamont said you used to pick on him. What about that? Isn't that doing something wrong?" I picked up my dish and looked at Sampson. I figured I might as well take his dish as well as a sort of way to show that I hadn't completely meant what I said about us disassociating with one another. He whispered a low thank you as I picked up his plate and went to the kitchen. I hardly heard it with all the back and forth screaming in the house. I put the dishes in the sink and left them there. I kept looking at Sampson from the room. He was so beautiful even then. His face. His presence. There was just something about him that made me wonder what it would be like to be with him. I rinsed my face with water. What was I doing? Why was I thinking about Sampson? Sampson the guy who was supposed to have asked me to be with him a long time ago, but when he finally did ask it, he was just joking. Why was I allowing myself to fall for someone over and over again? I walked back in the room to hear T-Boy saying, "My dad would shake in his grave if he knew what you were doing!" "Well truth is, I feel more of a connection with Lamont after a couple days then I did with you dad after 8 years! So I don't care!" I couldn't take this shit anymore. It was like watching the British Parliament 'resolve' issues. There was yelling and screaming, but in the end everyone would do what they felt like doing. "Listen, I'm going," I said to T-Bo as I walked up to the table. "Yeah," he quickly said to me before turning to his mother, "I will not have you talking about my father like that! You don't deserve to speak on him with the bullshit you're doing!" I just shook my head and decided to walk out of the house. There was no point. T-Boy was pissed and he probably didn't really hear me say that I was leaving. He was so overwhelmed with arguing. I felt a little bad for him, but then again I wasn't really insulted about Ms. Nicole's relationship anymore. I really didn't care. It didn't seem like it would affect me in anyway. I walked out onto the curb and noticed that it was definitely dark outside. It was a quiet night. It was almost too quiet. I began to walk out into the darkness. For some reason I was afraid. My heart beat faster and faster as I walked. I was probably afraid because of how empty the streets were. I knew it was dark, but still, I never remembered the streets to be so abandoned. It was almost like everyone was scared indoors. I made my way to this alley. It was an alley that would save me probably a couple of blocks if I cut through it. It was long though and very dark. I took a deep breath. No reason to be scared. No reason to be afraid right? No reason except the firm hard hand that grabbed me from behind almost causing me faint helplessly! "Syn, don't be so jumpy," Sampson said, removing his hand from me. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw his face. I was kind of embarrassed because I think I let out a slight scream. Still it didn't matter. I started to breathe more easy immediately, not believing I had gotten so scared just from walking down a dark alley. Soon, the comfort I instinctively felt around Sampson began to be engulfed by my original awkwardness around him because of our recent arguments. "What are you doing here?" I asked. I asked it with a little annoyance, even though I was ecstatic that he showed up at the time he did. I tried to hide how happy I felt that he was with me, but the sudden smile that spread across his face showed that he might have had a clue about how I felt about him showing up when I was scared. "I wanted to go over to your house and probably have a little chat with Lamont," Sampson explained, "I guess since they are together now, I want to ask him what his intentions are with my mother." He laughed when he said it, probably because the normal phrase was "What's your intentions with my daughter." I didn't laugh though, probably because he was being corny or probably because I was too hypnotized on how his lips moved when he said the word, "intentions." We walked together silently through the alley. I wanted to say something to break the awkwardness, but I couldn't think of anything. There was no way I was going to apologize for being upset about what he did to me. He did it. That was all that mattered. After we walked halfway down the alley, I noticed how close we were walking. There was this noise all around us like a scrapping. It sounded a lot like metal against brick. The little security that I 'thought' I had around Sampson was gone. I kept imagining the scariest things. I kept imagining a guy with a gun at the end of the alley just scrapping the gun on the wall and waiting for some poor fools to practice his shooting on. "What are you doing?" Sampson asked. I looked at him with surprise. I wondered if he noticed my hard breathing or the heavy thundering sounds in my chest as my heart worked quickly. "What do you mean?" I asked, hoping that he hadn't noticed how scared I was. "Um you are holding my hand," Sampson said. Shit! I hadn't even noticed grabbing onto Sampson's hand. All the emotions of fear I had were conquered at that moment by feelings of embarrassment. I felt like a complete and utter idiot. Sampson already thought I was obsessed with him and then I go do something like this without even noticing. "I'm so sorry," I apologized and let go of his hand. His hand swooped mine up again and then he said, smiling as he spoke, "No its ok." I didn't understand it. I didn't understand if he confirming my weakness and trying to offer my security in holding my hand or if he was trying to show some type of romantic affection. I hoped it was a little bit of both but there was no way to be sure. Things never were clear with Sampson. He held my hand and walked with me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was as though we were pretending like we hadn't been fighting lately and we hadn't basically completely broken ties earlier. "Syn, I got to talk to you," he said. I didn't understand why he would ask to speak to me. Why wouldn't he just speak? We were walking very close. My head leaned up against his and he rested his cheek on the top of my head. His arms brushed up against mine. His smell filled my nostrils and I felt this arousal that I'd never felt around him. I wanted it to last forever, but my mind thought escaped from that moment as it concentrated on these footsteps. There were many footsteps. They were very loud and almost commanding. I held onto Sampson's hands a little tighter as though trying to alert him of this oncoming presence. "What's that?" I asked and turned around in authority, "Who the hell is there?" I noticed the black figures coming up from behind us. They must have followed us into the alley. They were dressed all in black. It was almost like they meant to do harm. They carried torches in their hands. I heard laughter as they walked closer to us. "Its that Fold Brotherhood!" Sampson said. I looked and noticed what he was talking about. There were definitely members of that religious movement coming our way. There were people there I noticed. They were people I had went to school with. They were normal people or at least people who had been normal. They were people I considered friends. I noticed one of them right of the back. Erica. She was probably the only female there, but she seemed to be leading them. She had a torch in her hands and it's light illuminated other weapons that the Brotherhood had in their grasp. "Erica?" I asked almost not believing it, "What kind of shit is that?" "There they are!" Erica immediately shouted at the top of their lungs, "Those two! They are two sinners!" I didn't get it. She had turned against me, just like Byron. I was a sinner now because I was gay? She used to appreciate my difference. I saw her eyes for a moment and recognized the evil intentions in them. What the hell were they trying to do? "Syn, we better go," Sampson said, pulling my hand. He didn't have to say it twice. We started to run down the street. Then they were chasing us. I felt like I was being chased with by a mob. I felt them against our heels trying to catch us. What was going on with Brunswick? This brotherhood was chasing us for a reason other then to preach to us. They wanted to hurt Sampson and I. Hate crimes weren't usual in Brunswick. Things like that just didn't happen. Brunswick wasn't the best city, but it definitely wasn't a city where things like this happened. I didn't know what else to do but run. Sampson and I made our way out of the other side of the alley and into a more busy street probably where they wouldn't be able to follow us. Thankfully they didn't follow us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~//~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I walked in my house and locked the door behind me when Sampson walked in. My heart was still racing. I looked up and down the house for Lamont but he wasn't even there. I guess he had something to do. I wasn't really sure and I didn't care. I kept thinking about this whole thing. I got this feeling in my stomach that made it twist up. Sampson didn't leave the house when he found out that Lamont wasn't there. He stayed probably to comfort me about what had just happened. "They could of caught us if they wanted," Sampson explained, "They had a lot of people and they weren't that far behind us. I think they were trying to threaten us." "I figured that much," I answered and noticing my sarcastic tone immediately answered, "Sorry." I sat down in the chair and put my hands over my head. I hated the thought of being a victim. I hated when I heard stories of how people were abused. I always figured, "Not me". I was supposedly different from the other gay guys. I was supposed to be somehow immune to being made a victim. I was wrong. "This city is getting crazy," Sampson said, "It seems like everything is off. Me and you are fighting, when we never fight. My mother going out with a guy half his age. Then you have Byron and Erica joining some kind of demented cult." "Byron said it wasn't a cult," I remembered. "What do you think?" He was right. It was a cult. They might call themselves something else but the Fold Brotherhood was nothing but a cult. They were a radical organization that used sin to 'attempt' to get rid of it. "I I just want to go to sleep." I was tired and it was just the middle of the day. It wasn't every day that I got chased down an alley because I was gay though. I figured it took a lot of energy out of me this time. "Syn, wait I want to talk to you first," he explained. I sat down in the chair, "Wassup?' "Its everything," he explained and sat next to me, "I just really got to apologize. I realized how you would react to me asking you out and then saying it was a joke, but I did it on purpose." I raised my eyebrow. It seemed like being with Sampson was some kind of emotional roller coaster each time. I was angry again after just being calm and comfortable around him. He looked at me with these soft eyes and yet the things that were coming out of his mouth were poison. He admitted to knowing how I would react but playing with my emotions anyway. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sampson," I answered and got up. I went to the door and opened it for him. He looked at me for a moment before getting up. I tried not to look in his eyes. I knew just where that would lead me. It would lead me to either forgiving him or getting pissed off to the point that I was screaming at him. Sampson went off and closed the door but he didn't leave. He looked at me. He had this strong presence as he pulled me into him. He started to kiss on my neck slowly nibbling it at first but then starting to suck on it. I was startled. It felt so good. I could feel my body fill up with heat as he wrapped his hands around me. I was confused, "Why?" He had said he didn't want me. He let me know what he felt about me. So why was he doing this to me now? Why was I letting him do it to me? "I wanted to see how you felt about me," he said and them smiled, "I knew if you were really mad about me joking about going out with you then you really liked me." "Get off of me," I immediately said. I backed away. Half of me thought he was lying. Why would he go through all that just to test me? I had made it clear that I liked him. "Please," he begged, "I want to be with you as a boyfriend." "So why now? Why after you had Byron? Why after he left you?" He started to walk up to me and touched me again. This time he grabbed me from behind. He clutched close with this desire that I could feel. I could feel him grabbing onto my ass and immediately I had to turn around to face him because I knew where that would lead. It seem it was what he wanted though. When I turned around he kissed me. His lips wrapped around mine and pecked me at first. He wanted to do more. His mouth was open and everything. I pulled back though not giving him the chance. "Syn, I know I was wrong to hide it from you," he explained, "I tried to soften my feelings because I didn't think you felt the same about me. I didn't want to embarrass myself." "So you embarrassed me instead?" I asked. "No," he said as I once again tried to move away, "I know I was wrong. You were too. You have to admit that. Let's just start over." "Nah " He didn't wait for me to answer before immediately he dropped my pants. My eyes bulged open as I watched this determined guy. I wondered what he was doing immediately as my pants fell down to my ankles. That was when I saw Sampson drop to his knees. I looked down and saw him feeling around in my boxers. He found his way to pull my dick out of the slit that was in my boxers. My mouth watered with this deep hanger and desire to have him with me. I was forgetting my stubbornness. He started to kiss my dick. He kissed it thoroughly. I leaned my head back but not too far back. "Aw, shit," I moaned as he put my dick in his mouth and started to suck it. He used his teeth at the shaft and started to move it down the length of my cock. When he got to the tip of my dick, he started to suck the extra- sensitive parts without his teeth. His hands started to jerk it as well as his head acted like a bobble-head against my dick. The wetness in his mouth made it so slick as he grasped onto my balls. Sampson pulled off of my dick and showed me this smile as though he was acknowledging how good it tasted. I figured that I loved him at the moment I felt his finger sneak up from behind and thrust into my ass to push my hips forward and sway my dick further into his throat. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but I couldn't. I was too taken back as he started to slowly finger my ass and continue sucking me off. His lips made love to my dick in a way that made me confirm that this was the best blowjob that I'd ever had. I felt the feeling of an orgasm come over me. It felt strong. My hips rocked in and out of his mouth and I tensed up as though to warn him that I was going to cum. He still didn't move his head off of my dick though. "I'm about to cum," I warned him. I held back the sensation for him to move his head. I wondered how long I could hold it off. I wondered why he wasn't moving his head. I guess he didn't want to. I couldn't help but to release as my cumshot inside Sampson's mouth. It felt so weird to see him swallow it. I was never the type to swallow. I was surprised, but it felt romantic in a way, because I knew Sampson wasn't the type to do it either. He got up off of his knees and told me, "You know I only do that for my boyfriend right?"