Hells Syn

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Chapter 4 A Bad Lifetime Movie

Angelina smiled at me, "Oh my god, you look so cute."

Angelina and her slut sister Dani had come to my gas station mini market job to see me on my first day at the gas station. I was standing there in my uniform looking really out of it.

I had spent hours the day before listening to my boss talk about his boring little rules about standing there collecting money for gas. Who gave a fuck what was going on? Seriously?

Dani rolled her eyes, "He doesn't look that cute."

"Sorry I can't be Porter, Dani," I replied, giving her the same look.

She started back at me with these lazor darted eyes, "My boyfriend is Quan. Porter and I are just friends. Nothing more."

If her boyfriend was Quan, why the hell had he been spending the last couple of days with my boyfriend all the fucking time. It was really pissing me off. Sampson was doing with Quan what he should have been doing with me. Angelina rolled her eyes almost just as fast as I did, "Anyway, Syn, are you going to come to the party tonight? The Kappas are throwing a party at Quan's house."

"For what?"

"Well Quan's a Kappa. You know what the Kappas are known for right. The pretty boys."

"I don't think Quan would want me there."

Dani nodded, "There's one thing we can agree on."

Angelina pushed Dani back, "Stop it, Dani. If I'm welcome to come, you are welcome and I dare someone to tell us different. We're heading over right now. Make sure you come after you're shift is over."

They exited the store, Dani not even saying goodbye. The girl really didn't like me. She probably wasn't used to someone telling her

And old lady came in after the. I didn't get along with old ladies. Immediately I picked up a magazine. The topic on the magazine was Jon and Kate breaking up. I didn't get it.

The bitch got knocked up with 8 kids and she's a celebrity. After 8 kids it was definitely done for her though. Who the hell would want to date someone with 8 kids?

The old lady started waving her cane in my face, "Hello...I've been trying to get your attention for several minutes now."

"Congratulations."

I raised the newspaper back up.

Jon wasn't really that much of an attractive guy. How was he going from woman to woman so easily. He was definitely something like a dog or whatever...

"AYO!"

The voice was deeper. I really didn't want to lower my newspaper. This article was way too interesting. "AYO!!! DON'T YO HEAR ME MOTHERFUCKER!"I lowered it just slightly. It would have been strange if it was that old lady talking to me like that.

It wasn't though. It was a guy in a ski mask. He was wearing all black. His voice wasn't that deep. He had to be a kid or something.

He was wearing a long coat and had something in a plastic bag. Something like a gun. But was it a gun? I wasn't sure. Who put a gun in a plastic bag?

"Um...I'm a little busy."

I raised the newspaper. Jon was wearing Ed Hardy. Now all of the trifling things in the world. How the hell are you a father of 8 kids and yet you can afford expensive clothing like that. You got famous for knocking someone up. How is that real fame. I needed to be really famous. I could teach them famous.

"Put Down the Daily DIGEST FAGGOT, this is a stick up."

Faggot?

I lowered the magazine and looked at the little kid. I looked over at the old lady. She was shaking. She was scared shitless. She hadn't moved from the position she was standing in.

"Please just give him what he wants!" the old lady stated.

"No..."

I lifted the newspaper back up and all of a sudden this ski mask little brat took my newspaper away from me and threw it on the floor.

"AHHH!" the old lady screamed from the little show of aggression. She was annoying as shit.

I lifted up my legs, "You picked the wrong person to rob."

"GIMME THE LOOT!" he demanded, pushing his plastic bag closer to me, "I'll blow your fucking brains out."

"With a plastic bag."

"This is a gun motherfucker..."

"Prove it."

He looked at me weird. The old lady looked at me weird. Both these people were looking at me as though I was crazy. How the hell was I crazy? He was the one robbing a mini market with a plastic bag and she was the one about to piss on herself in public. And I was the lunatic.

"You got a deathwish?"

"No I just feel like calling you bluff."

He moved closer to the old lady. I could see her squirm. That was it. She let go. Oh my god, she pissed right there!

"I'LL BLOW THIS BITCHES HEAD OFF!" The piss firsts showed in her blue plaid skirt and then it began to form a puddle. It was so disgusting. I must have been in the twilight zone or something. This was too much. "And then what?" He looked confused. He looked at the old lady. Looked at his supposed gun under the paper bag and then looked at me. He seemed puzzled. "FUCK YOU MEAN!" "And then what? You shoot her. And then you have a dead lady. And then what. I'm not cleaning her ass up. You not hurting my feelings. I'll grab another article and get into Jon's news girlfriends." "Oh my good please, please, sir," she said begging me. "Why you begging me, I'm not the one threatening to kill you, you better talk to him," I stated. I reached over for another magazine. Damn...this one had Paris Hilton on the cover. Another bitch famous for spreading her legs. What an amazing day. "YOU PISSING ME OFF, MOTHERFUCKER." "Humph," I stated, clearing my throat and flipping to page 1. "I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL THIS BITCH." "Why do you talk so loud? It's not more intimidating. How about you form out a good plan and then I'll might...no promises...CONSIDER giving a fuck about what you say." "MOTHERFUCKER, YOU CRAZY!" He shove the fake gun in his pocket and took a run for the door. He ran hard as hell. Hard and fast. He was running like I was the one who had a gun pointing it at him. That was crazy. I looked at the old lady as she fainted. "You're welcome..." 15 minutes later, the police and ambulance were there. They asked for the story a million times. I told them how it happened and they gave me the same look that the robber gave me. They gave me the same look that the old lady gave me. I wasn't mentally right in the head to them. I thought I was just fine though. Then my boss came in. He listened to the story once and then got in my face screaming all crazy. I didn't listen to half the stuff he was saying first.

He had this heavy ass Arabic accent that sounded like he was singing a song or something. I listened to the harmonic tones more then I listened to him.

"She could have died," he stated.

"He would have shot her if he wanted to. Why not?"

"That's not the point."

"You didn't lose any money."

"That's not the point!"

"Then excuse me if I ask you this question really quick. If you weren't robbed and no one got hurt, then please tell me what the fuck is the point?"

"PROCEDURE!"

"Fuck Procedure...with no lube."

Just like that I got fired on my first day.

I started walking to the party. Of all the bullshit. I just realized how much I hated people at that moment. Realized how fake people are. People weren't real at all. They were just...moving, living, breathing concepts of confusion.

I kicked the rocks.

Fired and I just started a job. I hated how things just seemed to blow up in my face like that. The party was packed. I could see it immediately that this Kappa fraternity was very popular.

I walked into the party, looking at everyone as they stared back at me.

"Syn!"

I turned around to see Sampson. He was standing with none-other-then Quan. I hated them always being together. It was so annoying.

I walked over. Sampson pulled me close and hugged me. He hugged me deeply and just at that moment I looked back at Quan and I could see him grimace, fucking GRIMACE like he was somehow disgusted or something.

What the fuck was that all about? "Syn, you seem early. Sampson was telling me you started work. Didn't think you'd show up for the party. Not mad or anything..."

Fake.

Sure he was mad. He was heated. Fuck did he care what time I showed up at the party for?

Sampson looked over at me, "Yeah, you are early. Didn't notice baby. What happened?"

I shook my head.

"Um..."

He would have been upset. How embarrassing was it to tell him that the same reason I found a job was the same reason I got fired? I was supposed to be staying out of trouble.

Sampson shook his head, "Baby..."

"Nothing. He just let me off early because he was going to remodel the store."

"Oh, really? Why wouldn't he have told you that in advance?" Quan asked.

"Because he was being a dickhead like you," I replied.

"WHOA!"

Sampson pulled me away. He grabbed me and put his arm over my shoulder. Quan stared at me from behind Sampson's back. A smile spread across his face. There was something about this dickhead that I didn't like. He was real weird.

"Syn, why you seem in a bad mood baby, you want to talk about it?" he asked me, putting his hands on my face.

"I'm not in a bad mood. I'm ok."

"You sure?"

"Ya."

"Ok. You know I'm proud of you right. You are really turning over a new leaf since we got back and I know its hard, but you made so much progress. Just don't let little things upset you ok baby?"

He was preaching to me...again.

I looked back at Quan. A smile was still on his face. I wanted to smack it off. He was a sneaky little rat. He didn't say anything, but something about the facial expressions he made was conniving. Something about it was so wrong.

"Ok," I nodded.

"Gimme a kiss now. I got to run. I'll be back though."

"You got to run where?"

"With Quan..."

I grabbed Sampson's hand. He didn't expect me to. He looked at me funny with this weird looking. I knew I was being clingy. I knew what it looked like but right now I really didn't are all that much.

"Can you stay?"

"Syn, what's wrong? Why you want me to stay?"

"I don't now."

"Well figure it out cause I have something to go do?"

"What?"

"Quan and I had plans baby. I thought I explained this to you already. We are in college. If we want to make this work, we are going to have to give each other the space that we need."

Space. He was bringing up the word again.

I rolled my eyes, "You know what fine."

I walked away pissed off. Damn I was mad.

Sampson didn't follow me either. That pissed me off even more. He turned around, went to Quan's mustang and drove away as though I didn't matter at all.

I hated the feeling. The feeling building up inside of me. I was so FUCKING angry.

"You look like someone just beat you up," Angelina stated, as I walked into the party and saw her standing there.

"My boyfriend is fucking Quan," I replied bluntly.

Khan and Angelina both looked at each other. Then they started laughing. It was obvious by how they didn't stop laughing that they were intoxicated.

Angelina shook her head, "Quan's straight."

Khan shrugged, "Well you thought Sampson was straight too. But even if Sampson wasn't, Syn how can you really believe that Sampson would do that to you. Right in front of your face."

I shrugged.

I didn't think it. Still I was a pissed off dude.

Angelina smiled at me, "Syn, you need a drink. Here..."

"What is it?"

"Everclear liquor. It's like illegal..."

I pushed it back away from me. No I didn't like being drunk. God knows what happened when Syn was drunk. I ALREADY had a hard time controlling myself. I didn't need to add this into the mix.

"Where's Porter?"

"Upstair...um..." Khan started and shut up, "I'm so fucking drunk..."

"Khan I asked you where Porter was and you said he never showed up, now you are saying that he's upstairs. What the hell is that about?"

Khan looked at me.

I could tell he was begging for help. He'd lied to Angelina. He meant well. He was trying to protect her.

"He's probably upstairs fucking your sister in one of Quan's guest rooms."

Angelina looked at me, then at Khan. Then she ran up the stairs like a mad woman. I couldn't believe it.

I looked over at Khan and shrugged.

"Thanks for helping the situation Syn," he stated sarcastically.

I ran after. He was right. I shouldn't have told Angelina that. I was just in such a pissed off mood and I just kind of knew what was going on right underneath her nose. I ran up the stairs after Angelina

But realized as I got up the stairs.

It was too late.

I was a little more right then I wanted to be.

Angelina was at the bedroom all the way at the bottom and she ran out of the room, chased by Dani.

"I'm sorry!" Dani kept screaming from behind her.

Angelina wasn't listening though. She was in tears balling.

It was so sad to watch her. She was just a little girl looking for love and it was just obvious she was looking in all the wrong places, especially if she was interested in Sampson at first It was like a bad Lifetime movie watching her.

I was about to say something to Dani, but I watched as Khan instead stopped her and took the time to say something. He put her hand out, "You did enough."

Then he ran after Angelina himself trying to calm her down. Dani just looked up the stairs at me. It was almost like she knew for sure that I had something to do with it.

I turned away from her and walked towards the bedroom.

Porter was there.

He had his shirt off. His pants were unbuckled. Damn...that body was amazing. I could see myself immediately getting completely bothered.

He tied pulled his long locks into a ponytail away from his face. It was they probably didn't have sex all the way, but they had probably come really pretty close. I could see by the way he barely looked over at me that he was intoxicated

"God, what the fuck am I doing?" Porter asked.

I sat on the bed.

I was confused as hell too.

"What are you doing Porter?" I asked and shook my head, "I don't know how close Quan and Dani are, but I don't think he'd like you fucking his boyfriend...in his house." Porter shook his head, "It's not even like that."

Porter just shrugged and smiled. He was amused by it. I could tell he was amused by it.

"What is it like?'

"You wouldn't understand. You probably get girls all the time. It's hard for me."

I shook my head, "First off, I don't get girls. And secondly, what do you mean it's not easy for you. Look at you."

He laughed a little bit.

"I mean, ok, girls want to have sex with me, but people don't really want to get to know me anymore. They feel like all I want is sex so that is where their mindset goes to."

"Porter, you are an idiot. Since when are cute guys victimized."

We laughed a little bit. He knew it was the damn truth. He was sitting there and actually trying to make me feel sorry for him. I didn't feel sorry for him. Hell no. Truth is things happened for a reason.

"You think I'm cute though?"

We stopped talking. A weird question.

Then I remembered. He didn't know I was gay. I hadn't really told him yet. I just got around to telling Angelina. Porter was looking at me all weird.

"Listen, read my lips...Elroy. You need to stop messing with Dani," I stated, getting back to the point, "Someone else wants to be with you boy. Why don't you figure that out?"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Who?"

I laughed a little bit. Who! He didn't even know Angelina liked him. She hadn't even told him. What the fuck was she so upset about then? I didn't understand females for the life of me.

"Open your eyes and look."

He sat there thinking, "I'm just mad confused right now. Like I hear what you're saying. I just...you know being young. I just don't know what I really want at this time. Not anymore."

He did sound confused.

He was sitting there thinking quietly like he wanted to say something else, but he really wasn't. I don't know what all that was really about though.

"You'll be good. Just stop fucking with Dani...she's taken and even if she wasn't she's not the right one for you."

"I know and I got Angelina all mad at me now. I mean I understand Dani got a boyfriend but she was really pissed off looking."

"You're so simple."

"Huh?'

"Nothing. Hey come back down to the party."

"I feel like I'll throw up. Stay up here with me.."

I rolled my eyes. Great, babysitting the drunk ones.

I laid in the bed next to Porter.

We sat there completely blank looking. Porter turned towards me. He didn't seem too drunk, except for the fact that he was breathing extremely heavy.

That was all the sound except for the base beating against the walls from all the people downstairs. Then all of a sudden there was all silence.

"I'm so drunk," he repeated, lowly, his voice almost like a whisper.

I know.

Porter looked me in my eyes. I looked back. He was beautiful. He had these dark eyes that looked right at me. His hair turned folded over his shoulder, falling out of the ponytail that he had.

"You're breathing so heavy," I told him.

He laughed a little bit. He shook his head, "I don't know why it is. It started just a few minutes ago."

"Maybe you still excited about Dani..."

"No...it was after Dani."

We laid there for a couple seconds. He was still looking at me with this look that I couldn't really read. He was drunk. He was a quiet drunk, but he was drunk. And I felt maybe it was about time I get up off this bed.

That was when he leaned over to me. I didn't know what he was doing at first, but when he stopped and he was so close to me that our noses almost rubbed, that our lips almost touched...he stopped.

"I am so drunk," he repeated.

That was when he did it...he kissed me. It was a quick kiss and a different kiss. It was almost like he wasn't sure if he should do it or not. It was as if I wasn't sure either. The liquor was so deep in me.

"What the hell?"

"Oh wow, look at what we have here," I heard a voice say.

I turned around to see Quan at the door, just standing there looking.