I know there are a lot (sorry!), but it covers tons of things. And you don’t have to answer them all if you don’t want to. So you can either reply to the post, message me your answers privately, or reblog with your answers attached and I’ll read them. Please! A yes or no is fine, if you want to give explanation go ahead as well.
Marriage and Children
1.) An interracial couple decide to get married. Is it wrong that they are marrying a different ethnicity?
2.) A married white couple adopt an Asian child and a Hispanic child. They don’t change their lifestyles. Is it wrong for the children to grow up in a home that does not practice their respective “traditional cultures”?
3.) Two adults decide to move in together and have children, but they decide not to get married. Acceptable?
4.) A man and wife get into a huge argument and he goes to stay with a friend. They have four children. The man wants to come back and make up, but she doesn’t want to. Is she being selfish? Should she suck it up for the kids benefit?
5.) Your neighbors have been yelling at each other every night for a month and you can hear it from your bedroom. You know that they have toddlers in the house. Do you say something to them about not fighting with their kids around?
6.) You and your neighbors are good friends. They are happily married. Then one day a third party moves into the house and they inform you that they are starting a three-way relationship. Do you support their decision?
7.) The same situation as number 6, but this time the married couple has children and still invite the third party into their marriage. Does your answer change?
8.) A young single mother has three kids and loses her job. To keep supporting them, she becomes a stripper. Is this okay?
9.) A man and wife are happily married. One of them is in the military and gets diploid for almost a whole year. During this time, the other spouse is told that the military spouse is missing and to prepare for the worst. They are distraught and end up having sex with a friend. However, the spouse is found and returns home from the army soon after. Should they admit that they cheated or keep it a secret?
Teenage Relationships and Issues
10.) A 17 year old girl is dating a 13 year old boy. Okay or wrong?
11.) A 17 year old boy is dating a 13 year old girl. Okay or wrong?
12.) A twelve year old girl identifies as bisexual. Is she too young to know what she is?
13.) Two highschool friends are very close. They like to make out and booty call each other when they’re horny, and they continue to see other people. Wrong or brilliant?
14.) A 16 year old wants to get a sex change and his parents are willing to pay for it as a birthday present. Is this too young?
15.) A girl is going to get boob implants. She is 14. Too young?
16.) The girl from question 15 is 19 years old. Old enough now?
17.) Two people get married. One of them has a 16 year old daughter and the other has a 17 year old son. The two teens are now step siblings, but they feel extremely attracted to each other. Before long they realize that they have feeling for each other and want to pursue a relationship. Is it okay for them to, or should they back off each other?
18.) A gay teenager has strong feelings for their straight friend. One night they are having a sleepover, and the gay teen decides that they want to try to convert the hetero friend by coercing them into sex. Is this morally wrong?
19.) A teenage boy is realizing that he may be transgender and that he feels more comfortable in “female clothing”. He begins to wear female clothing, including the occasional skirt and dress and heel and wig. The school tells him that if he continues to wear these clothes he will be suspended and possibly kicked out. Should he be allowed to continue, or is it a distraction to other students and the school had the right?
20.) A teenage boy is soliciting sex for pay among his classmates. Is it wrong?
21.) He’s using the money to help pay for medical bills. Is it still wrong?
22.) An underage couple both decide that they’re ready to have sex. Is it an acceptable decision?
23.) A boy gets his girlfriend pregnant, but she doesn’t tell him. She goes to have an abortion without discussing anything with him. Okay or not?
24.) A straight young college student decides to be “gay for pay”. This is a program in which he will be payed if he kisses and has sex with other straight boys. Morally wrong? Or perfectly fine?
25.) Two cousins meet for the first time at the age of 19 and enter into a relationship despite their family’s arguments. They later get married. Is this an acceptable marriage or should it be illegal?
This last question I want more details about how you would feel, how you would react, if how you felt about this friend would change, and if you would tell someone in order to stop it.
26.) You and your best friend have been close for years. In your sophomore year of high school you find out that they are in a secret relationship with their birth sibling and have been for many years. The sibling is a year older.
Please help me out by doing this. I would love you forever! :)
My love for you is a rose
So beautiful it’s magic.
But in that beauty I found a thorn
The painful sting was tragic.
I took the time to care for it
And worked to make it grow.
But the rose had other plans
Of which I did not know.
In the winter it deserted me
And wilted away to dust.
Leaving me with tears in my eyes
And an unsatisfied lust.
But in its spot grew another rose
When spring time came around.
This time I took it home with me
And kept it safe and sound.
My love for you is completely a rose
And now that rose is dead.
And I have a new lovely rose
All the more beautiful and all the more red.
What is a soulmate?
Well…..to me a soulmate isn’t just a lover.
It’s that one person who you can always be exactly who you really are with. That person who you smile with, who you cry with, who you laugh with, and who you vent with.
It’s the person who will come into your life and never ever leave.
It’s the one that is always in your visions when you think about what your future will be.
It doesn’t matter if it’s just a friend, a lover, or a family member. A soulmate is just your other half that you were destined to always be with for the rest of your life, whether in person or spirit.
I just can’t help myself
I’m a straight girl who realized that she’s basically in love with her best friend (who has a vagina).
And the girl that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with just started going out with a dude.
Me = This Picture.
How would you describe “love”? Not family or friend love, but “I’m in love with you” kind of love?
It felt amazing. Just us two spending time together in that room. Being goofy and just being kids. If was fun. And when we just sat down and layed there on the floor, talking, I was really happy. How the music would turn to the perfect song, and we’d just look at each other and laugh. How when the Katy Perry song filled the room, it was just too perfect and coincidental to not laugh at. And I loved how everytime our fingers touched, or our legs touched, or you stroked my arm, I was so excited. I wanted more. I wanted to kiss you. But of course I was too scared. Too shy. Too nervous.
I see your hesitation. I see all the little details that hurt me. Like how everytime we somehow ended up holding hands, you’d pull away. Like how when we got down to almost saying it, you changed the subject.
And then the spell over us, in that room all alone, was broken. We had to leave. And when we got out, he was there. The one you’re going to be with. The one who likes and you like him, and you can be together without complication. There was no jealousy in me. Just hurt. Just realization that everything in my head is simply that. In my head where it will stay. I hated him at that moment. And when you said bye to me, he was there with you.
The spell over us was broken, and now I’m left in pieces.
I don’t care who reads this. I don’t care if people who know me in real life follow my tumblr and see this. I don’t care what people think.
Because their opinion on this matter isn’t important. I just wish that I was saying this to you, and not writing it on a blog that most people will never see anyway. I really like you. I like you so much that I just wanna grab you and hold you in my arms all night. I like you and it hurts. It hurts to think about what will happen. It hurts to know that we could be together so easily, but I wont do it because I’m scared.
I’m scared of who might find out. I’m scared that when I hold your hand, it won’t really mean anything to you. I’m scared that we’ll break up, and everything will come falling apart. I’m just scared…because I think that I love. I think that I’m in love with you. And even though I’m crying right now, even though I keep imagining us kissing, even though you TOLD me that you like (and probably love) me, too, I don’t have the balls to actually walk and pull into a kiss like I want to.
So I can say that I don’t care, but it’s not true. I do care. I care too much. And I’m scared. I love you. I just wish I wasn’t such a pussy and could do something about it.
Why do I have to care?
I promised some friends I’d have it up, but I’m not very sure about it. I think it was a bit rushed. Anyway, chapter 4.
Chapter 4: Dirty Little Secret
Derek POV
“But it was out of nowhere,” Derek said, lying on his bed while he repeatedly threw a tennis ball against his wall, “He asked. I answered. And then nothing.”
“Really?” Chante asked, throwing some extra blankets on the bed. “Well I’m not really surprised that he brought it up. It had to have been on his mind just as much as it was on yours. But why would he ask you if you were gay when it’s already pretty clear you are.”
“We’re pretending that none of the gay stuff ever happened,” Derek reminded her, “As part of being friends again. Maybe he asked because he wanted to check. You know, because maybe he wants to be…something.”
Chante lied down next to him on the bed and sighed. “Look, I already told you how I feel about the whole thing when you told me that yall had started talking again.”
“Yeah, well, I was a bit too happy to listen to your downer talk. So tell me again,” he whined, putting the tennis ball down.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for anything to happen between you two right now.”
The pair just stayed quiet for a bit. Chante started following the ridges in the ceiling with her eyes, waiting for Derek to answer. Derek, however, was lost in his own thoughts. He liked Jevon. But Jevon was pretty intent on not being gay. Maybe Chante was right.
“Why?” He asked her finally.
“Why what?” She asked back.
“Why do you think me and him are a bad idea?”
“Because he’s too unsure of himself. He can’t accept that he’s gay, and it would be unhealthy for someone like you, who can accept it. He’s…unstable.”
“So if he accepted that he was gay, you’d give us your blessing?” he asked, turning to look at her.
“Maybe. You guys would have to keep it a secret, though, if it was him. Would you be okay with that?” she asked, returning his gaze.
“Yes.”
The two stayed quiet, staring at each other. Suddenly Derek was pushed off of the bed and hit the floor with a loud thud. Chante laughed and said, “I guess you have my blessing then! Anyway, where’s the remote? I need to watch my future husband!”
Laughing, Derek crawled back onto the bed. “Did you already tell your parents that you’re staying over?”
“Yep.”
Derek looked at the TV screen as the Batman theme song played throughout the room and he laughed. “You do realize that your future husband is a fictional character?”
“Shhhh. Don’t say things like that!” she playfully snapped at him.
“Speaking of future husbands, how’s the new guy?” Derek asked curiously.
“Damon? He’s cool. We’ve only hung out a few times,” She answered.
Derek could hear the nervousness in her voice despite the fact that she was trying to sound casual. She had been specifically avoiding the topic of Damon since she’d started talking to him. She hadn’t even introduced him to any of their friends.
“Have you two done anything yet?” he asked, silently slapping himself because he hadn’t actually meant to ask that.
She didn’t seem to care as she casually answered, “Nope. The occasional hug in the hallway. Let’s hope he doesn’t expect much.” She half laughed, but it sounded forced. Kind of hollow.
“Oh yeah. I forgot about your chastity belt.” Derek shifted on the bed so that he was laying half under her with his arm around her. “I’m sure he won’t care.”
“Oh shut up,” she laughed, “you don’t even know him yet. How would you know.”
“Speaking of, you need to introduce him to me tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she answered softly, resting against Derek comfortably. She was obviously done talking about him.
Now that the Damon topic was over, Derek’s mind jumped right back to Jevon. He closed his eyes and thought about the boy at practice earlier that evening. He had been great. He was a way better basketball player than he’d been freshman year. And he always managed to look amazing when he played. As the images in his mind got dirtier, Derek quickly pushed the thoughts away before he got a little too excited.
“I can’t stop thinking about him,” Derek whined to Chante.
Apparently, he’d just woken her from drifting off to sleep, because she irritably sat up and glared at him.
“If it’s bothering you so much, just call him and ask what’s going on with you two!” She snapped, picking up her cell phone and pushing it to his face.
Derek grabbed a pillow and smothered it over his face. “I don’t want to!”
“Fine.” She stood up off the bed. “I’ll do it.”
He felt his heart plummet. But before he could stop her, she’d already found Jevon’s name in the contacts list and hit send.
“Stop it!” He said, trying to make a grab for the phone.
“No.” She stepped back a step and pushed him back onto the bed.
Derek closed his eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. Laughing, Chante put the phone on speaker and plopped down onto the bed next to him so that he could hear. After a few rings, they heard the click of the phone signaling someone had answered. Derek felt himself holding his breath. What was Chante going to say? And Jevon? God this is a mistake.
‘Hello?’ Both teenagers froze.
Who the fuck is that? Derek’s eyes shot open. This was definitely not Jevon’s voice. Did she click the wrong contact?
‘Um? Chante?’ The mysterious voice asked when neither of the two friends spoke.
“Who is this?” Chante finally asked.
‘This is Shane.’ Derek didn’t recognize the voice, but he knew the name. Suddenly he felt his body growing tense without knowing exactly why.
“How’d you know my name?” He heard Chante ask. She clearly didn’t know him at all.
‘Caller ID.’ Shane chuckled through the phone. How fucking annoying. Everything about Shane was suddenly annoying, bothering Derek more and more every second.
Rolling his eyes, Derek turned away from Chante and onto his side.
“Right. Okay, cool. So where’s Jevon?” Chante asked , confusion evident in her voice.
‘He’s in the shower.’
“Isn’t it kind of late for a party?” Chante asked, clearly fishing for the reason the boy was currently at Jevon’s house.
‘Yeah.’ Shane laughed out loud. ‘I’m here for…school work.’
Derek rolled his eyes again. Shane was obviously lying. The stupid son of a bitch. Everyone was quiet and an awkward tension filled the line.
“Um, I’ll just call him later I guess,” Chante said, wanting to hang up very much.
‘Do you want me to take a message? Oh Hey! Jevon’s back!’ Shane excitedly said, clearly happy to be getting away from the conversation. Chante and Derek waited and listened to the conversation taking place on the other end of the line.
‘Jevon! Phone! Take it.’
‘Can it wait? I’d like to get dressed.’
‘No. Take it.’
‘I can’t talk on the phone and hold the towel at the same time.’
‘I’m pretty sure you can.’
‘But I won’t.’
‘Fine, your choice. Take your phone now!’
‘Fine. But prepare to see it all hang out.’
‘It’s not like I haven’t see you naked already!’
Derek felt a strange anger boiling up inside of him. It was a giant mess of…something. He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly he was feeling, but he did know that he felt like yelling at Jevon and murdering Shane at the moment. It was a strange, aggressive feeling. He couldn’t even comprehend the conversation he’d just heard. What the fuck were they doing over there?
‘Hello?’ They finally heard a laughing Jevon speak into the phone.
“Jevon! Hey! It’s Chante. And Derek.” Chante choked the words out, putting emphasis on Derek’s name.
Then there was nothing but quiet. Jevon and Shane had stopped laughing. Derek could feel Chante’s leg shaking next to him. Probably with worry. Derek closed his eyes again, waiting for someone to talk and break the tension.
‘Is something up?’ Jevon asked finally, his voice sounding…painfully normal. As if it didn’t matter what he had said with Shane. As if it could have been anyone on the phone, and it wouldn’t have changed anything. As if he was the same as everyone else. ‘I thought you would have left Derek’s house by now, Chante.’
“I’m sleeping over. You’re having your own little sleepover I guess,” she responded, glancing at Derek for a brief second. It just annoyed him at the moment, though, to have her worrying about him. Everything seemed to be annoying him right now.
‘Yeah, Shane is…a friend of mine,’ Jevon explained hesitantly, ‘But what did you call for?’
“I was wondering if you’d accidentally taken my Lit book home with you?” Chante lied. She was good at that. Derek had watched her come up with countless, very convincing lies right on the spot. Some of them were small and simple and insignificant. Others, however, were big and complicated, and he was often amazed that she could keep up and remember it all. He could never decide whether it was an amazing gift or a dangerous curse.
‘No, I didn’t. Sorry,’ Jevon explained.
“It’s cool. I’m sure it’s lying somewhere around here. Nighty night!” Chante was about to hang up the phone when Jevon quickly spoke.
‘Derek.’
Derek felt himself stiffen as Chante looked at him. He tried his best to sound normal, but his voice still came out strained. “Yeah?”
‘It’s about tomorrow night. We can’t hang out after the game.’
There was a sharp pain in Derek’s chest.
“Okay.” This time his voice didn’t crack. His voice came out monotonous, without emotion. He wasn’t trying to sound apathetic; it just came out that way. Because apathetic was the last emotion he was feeling right then.
‘Sorry,’ Jevon continued, ‘It’s just-‘
“Don’t worry about it, see you later.” Derek grabbed the phone from Chante and hung up. He just felt like going to sleep. Luckily Chante was really good at not being an in your face, nosy bitch.
He watched her get up and move some things around. Then she turned out the light and the TV and lied down with him again.
“Goodnight,” She said quietly.
“Night.”
“Does this look right?” Chante asked Derek as they walked into the school. She was referring to a piece of paper that Derek hadn’t even glanced at.
“Sure,” he answered. He didn’t really want to be at school. He wanted to be at home sleeping. He felt like shit. Unfortunately, he couldn’t skip out because they had an important game today, and it would his first game since he hurt his arm.
Suddenly he felt himself get shoved into the row of black lockers.
“Look. If you’re gonna mope around, you need to at least talk about your problems. Confide in me. Otherwise, if you’re not going to say anything, you need to stand tall and pull a smile out of your ass and onto your face!” Chante snapped at him.
He looked at her with a shrug of his shoulders and replied, “I’m fine.” His pout was still intact.
With a frustrated sigh she turned and started to walk away. “I have to get to class.”
And then she was gone.
He let out a sigh and started walking to his own class. History. I’m being stupid. He stopped at the entrance to the classroom, took a deep breath, and put on a copy of his usual carefree smile. Everything went as usual. He talked with some friends. Some people tried to copy homework before class started. But then the late bell rang, signaling the start of first period and he actually remembered who else was in his history class.
Jevon walked in and sat down in his usual seat next to Derek, and Lexy followed and sat behind him. Fuck, he did not want to deal with either of them.
“Dude, what the hell? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” Jevon asked, turning to look at Derek as the bell rang.
“Sorry. I didn’t know you called.” Derek’s smile had disappeared and now he felt irritation flowing through his system.
“That’s bull shit. Is this about tonight? ‘Cause I said I was so-“
“I don’t give a shit about tonight, Jevon,” He snapped.
“We can hang out tomorrow night?”
“Would you just shut up. I don’t care when we hang out. It’s fine if you can’t hang out tonight.”
“Of course he can’t hang out tonight. He’ll probably be too busy fucking another girl,” Lexy interrupted them with a smile on her face.
“Shut the fuck up, Lexy. Stay out of my business.” Jevon didn’t even try and hide the hate in his voice today.
“You sure you want me to leave you alone? Or would you rather go have sex again?” She taunted him.
Derek’s breathing hitched. What did she just say? Lexy apparently saw the confused look on Derek’s face, because she said, “He didn’t tell you? What a good friend he is. Yeah, Jevon and I had sex. Or more correctly, a ‘five-minute fuck’.”
Jevon was about to say something to her, but Derek stood up and said , “Both of you just shut the fuck up.” Then he walked out of the classroom shouting “Nurse!” over his shoulder to the teacher. He just needed to walk for a while. It made his head hurt to think about Jevon and Lexy. It hurt his head to think about why it happened. He didn’t want to think about it, but the images of what could have happened just kept pouring into his head.
Suddenly he was tired. No. He was exhausted. The anger and pain were mixing together and causing that strange aggressive feeling again. He still couldn’t pinpoint what it was, though. As he walked into the cafeteria, he sat down and groaned to himself.
“Derek, what the hell is going on with you?” Derek’s body froze at the sound of Jevon’s voice. He really didn’t want to deal with him right now.
When Derek didn’t respond, Jevon spoke again. “Derek.”
Jevon sat down next to him and put his hand on Derek’s shoulder, only to have Derek snatch his shoulder away and say, “Just go away.”
“C’mon. We’re best friends.”
“No. We’re not.”
There was a long silence as Derek realized what he’d said. But he didn’t take it back. He knew it was true. Jevon, however, looked confused. His body tightened as he asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that we’re not best friends anymore. We barely act like friends at all! I’m sick of being around you!” He wasn’t really yelling, but the words were coming out harsh. Derek felt himself let go, and everything just poured out. “I hate thinking about you! But I do! Every second! I’m gay now, Jevon. And it’s your fault! If you hadn’t started it, I would never have known! And we could both living in ignorant bliss, fucking girls and being best friends! But apparently we weren’t very good friends to begin with, considering you were able to go two god damn weeks ignoring my life! And in those two weeks I kept convincing myself that you’d come around. You’d realize you were gay, too, and we’d… I don’t know! We’d something! But no. Instead you’re too busy going around and having sex with Lexy!”
“It was one time, and I don’t even li-“
“You don’t like her! I know! See, that’s just it! You have sex with people you don’t even like! And when I think about that, it makes sense that you did…things with me! Because you don’t have to like me! You just needed someone to blow you because you were horny. It didn’t have to be me!”
“That’s not how it is! Just let me talk!”
“Or maybe you are gay! Maybe you do like dicks! Maybe it’s just me that you don’t like.” Derek’s words were filled with venom. “You suddenly became friends with Shane. Shane! Since when did you ever hang out with Shane! The only thing I can come up with is that you’re having some good old fun with him in bed, too. Is that what you do? Have sex with all of your best friends?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Jevon interrupted, “I don’t even know why you’re bringing Shane up! I’m aloud to hang out with other people Derek. I’m not your boyfriend! I’m not gay. And I don’t know what that fag loving Chante has been putting into your head, but you’re not gay either.”
“Look. Just don’t talk to me! If you can’t admit you’re gay, that’s your problem. But don’t tell me what I am!”
“Well someone has to knock some sense into you! Listen to yourself! Where did all of this even come from?!” Jevon asked angrily.
“It came from you! My head hurts! I feel sick inside! There’s this strange blend of anger and pain twirling inside of me that I don’t. Get. It’s chaos. You keep me up at night just because I dream about that one fucking night we had! You give me mixed signals! You confuse me! And listen to me!” Derek pointed at himself. “You have me sounding like some crazy, whiny, bitchy woman! So you know what, just go. Don’t talk to me. Stay away from me. Go be a closeted gay jock and secretly fuck Shane. Let me forget about you! Maybe I’ll even-“ He paused shortly and took a breath before continuing, “-even get a boyfriend. You’re not good for me to be around.”
“You don’t get to act like you’re the only victim here.” Jevon spoke angrily, but his voice was shaky at the same time. He grabbed Derek by the collar and pulled him up.
For a quick second, Derek thought that Jevon was going to kiss him. A whole picture-perfect movie-moment popped into his head of them both roughly crashing their lips together and making out right there. But then he felt Jevon’s fist pound into his stomach, and the image immediately vanished. The pain seared through him and he hunched over slightly form the blow. He watched as Jevon walked away with his fists clenched at his sides.
Derek’s energy was officially gone. He made his way to the locker room and took a nap on the couch inside, trying his hardest to erase the whole morning from his mind.
One 45 minute nap, one awkwardly quiet lunch with the basketball team, four painfully boring classes, and one annoying coach’s speech later, Derek found himself sitting in the locker room with his number 5 jersey on. The rest of the team was currently dressed and they all sat on the couch praying. That’s what they did before games. They were only minutes away from going out onto the court and warming up, and Derek was more nervous than he’d ever been in his life. Every little thing that could be stressful about that day was happening. For the first time in a long time, his arm actually hurt. And it was probably all in his head, but his arm just kept on throbbing and sending surges of pain up through it. He was also starting. He hadn’t played in a few weeks, and he was starting. Stressful. He was also starting with his ex-best friend Jevon. He and Jevon hadn’t even looked at each other since that morning. Plus, he was also all pent up with tension and unresolved issues because he hadn’t been able to bring himself to vent to anyone.
With a quick ‘Amen’, the team filed into the gym and began their warm-up routine. As the music played, Derek found himself calming down. And before he knew it, they were standing around the circle about to start. He looked out to the crowd and found his parents, Chante, Ciara, and Angelo. Then, sparing a glance towards Jevon, he noticed the black boy’s eyes were also on the crowd. Derek followed his line of vision and saw exactly what Jevon was smirking at. Or rather, who Jevon was smirking at. Shane. Mother fucker.
“You nervous?” He heard his teammate ask him quietly.
“Nope. I just found a new source of inspiration for a whole new level of aggression.” Derek grinned and took his spot. The ref threw the ball into the air and that was that. The game went great. Derek’s arm stopped hurting. He was playing as if he’d never had to bench. On the court, him and Jevon were teammates, regardless of what happened off the court.
The buzzer sounded throughout the gym and cheers were heard throughout the crowd as the final score read 43 to 39. They had won. After the giant dog pile of purple and white jerseys on top of him and Jevon, he glanced at Shane. The aggressive feeling that had been haunting him all day was back. Only this time he knew what is was. And this time it helped him play a great game. Because no matter what he said to Jevon, Derek was just jealous. Extremely jealous of the thought that Jevon chose Shane as his dirty little secret instead of him.
Chante POV
Chante plopped down onto her bed. Alone. She hadn’t been alone on a Friday night in quite a while. None the less, here she was. Pajamas on, chip bag in hand, Scooby Doo on the TV, and her lying in bed at 10:30. After the basketball game, she had congratulated Derek and then left. She asked if Derek wanted to come and talk, but he said he’d rather just go home and sleep. She was fine with that. She’d been exhausted lately. Exhausted with too much worry. She was worried about Derek and the whole gay-thing. She was also worrying about Ciara. She’d been acting strange lately.
As she lied back on her pillow, she heard the vibration of her phone. Groaning loudly, she sat up and grabbed her phone off of her bedside table. She smiled as she read the screen.
‘Hey you. How was the game?’
It was Damon. They’d been texting and talking on the phone for past few days that they’d known each other. She…liked the guy. Liked in the sense he’s a good guy. Her feelings for him were unknown at the moment, though. He was cute, very chill, sweet, funny, blah blah blah. He was too perfect right now. She had yet to see one of his flaws. And it’s not like she was looking for a flaw as an excuse to leave or something. She’s not one of those people. The lack of a flaw bothered her because everyone has flaws. It’s human. So if he really was as flawless as he seemed, she’d have to assume he was an alien. Which is what she’d been secretly calling him in her head actually. She’d been forced to introduce him to her friends at school today, too. It went okay. They seemed to like him enough. Whatever, though. She had started talking to him with the hopes that he would change up her life a little. So far there was no such change.
With a sigh, she texted back, ‘Good. We won. Fun night. Tired night. I’m actually in bed now.’
A couple minutes later the phone vibrated again. ‘Sorry :( Talk later?’
She looked at the phone and thought for a second, then typed, ‘Hang tomorrow?’
She held her breath unconsciously until she got the response. ‘Yes :) I’ll call you.’
‘Cool. Night ^-^’
‘Nite.’
Smiling she set the phone back on the night stand and within minutes she was sound asleep.
The next day was pretty good. She talked to Derek. He wasn’t leaving the house. Probably moping. Angelo was on a date. He needed one. He really wanted a boyfriend. Ciara hadn’t said much, but she was over at another girl’s house. Chante didn’t know the girl. Chante’s own date had gone good. It was…perfect. Painfully, painfully perfect. He was a gentleman. He was like prince charming and your knight in shining armor wrapped into one ultra-Adonis. It had been a day date. They went to a movie, then had lunch, and then went window shopping around the outlet mall. He dropped her back off at home around dinner time and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Chante couldn’t take it. There was something severely wrong with this dude. She’d contemplated many ideas that he could be. But only one stuck out as obvious. And it was just her luck. He must be gay.
Derek POV
It was Sunday night and Derek hadn’t left his house all weekend. Even he thought that it was ridiculous, and he was the one moping. But every time he went to leave, he’d stop at the door, turn around, and go back to his room. He’d made a huge mistake. He had convinced himself that he shouldn’t have blown up on Jevon and that they were done as friends forever.
That’s why Derek was surprised he got a text from Jevon asking to meet at the park down the street. He quickly grabbed a jacket and threw on some shoes, then set out. When he got there, Jevon was on one the swings. So he sat down in the swing next to the boy and waited.
After a few minutes, Jevon finally started to talk. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too. I shouldn’t have said those things. We’re friends. Best friends. That’s how it should stay.” Derek didn’t want to say these words, but it’s what needed to be said.
“No. We haven’t been acting like friends. Because…things have happened that weren’t very…friend-like.” Jevon struggled to get his words out. Derek was stunned. It seemed like Jevon was actually about to talk about it. About everything. After a deep breath, Jevon continued, “I don’t know what to say to you. I don’t really have any organized thoughts in my head. I just texted you without thinking and now I’m just going with the flow.”
Derek swallowed the lump in his throat. This was either going to be really awesome, or so bad that he’d cry. Jevon continued, though. “So…I. God. Okay. You’re gay?”
Derek nodded his head.
“And you like…me?”
Derek hesitantly nodded his head again.
“Okay.”
There was silence. Jevon was staring at the ground. After a few long minutes of no one talking, Derek said, “I know that it’s gonna be weird. But I’m not asking for an answer. I just…want to be friends again.”
“But I don’t. I can’t be friends with you.”
Derek’s heart dropped. He felt an explosion in the back of his mind and the familiar pain in his chest.
“I can’t be friends with you, Derek. You’re gay.” He paused, took a deep breath, and said, “And I might be, too.”
Derek blinked. Did he hear that correctly? Holy mother fucker, Jevon just admitted it! What should he do? He didn’t know how to react. So instead of saying anything, he just sat there and waited for Jevon to continue.
“I don’t think that I like dudes,” Jevon stated, “But…I do…like you.”
And then Jevon was standing up and stepping in front of Derek. Before Derek could actually comprehend everything that was going on, Jevon pressed their lips together lightly and pulled back quickly. His face was three shades of red with embarrassment. When he finally processed that this was really happening, Derek stood up and pulled Jevon into another kiss. This one was more passionate, though, and lasted much much longer. In that moment, there was only the two of them. Every other thing and person left Derek’s mind and he focused all his attention on the boy in front of him.
When they pulled apart, Jevon spoke again. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but…can we keep this-“ He stopped.
Derek understood, though, and nodded. “Our secret.” Jevon nodded with relief until Derek continued, “On one condition.”
“What would that be?” Jevon asked nervously.
“It happens more often than every few weeks.”
Both boys smiled awkwardly and laughed. After another hour or so of making out and talking, the two boys went to their separate houses.
Derek felt dizzy. A good kind of dizzy. He lied down on his bed, still in his day clothes. Not even caring to change, he turned out the light, pulled the blanket over him, and drifted off to sleep, praying every second that he wouldn’t wake up and find that it had all been a dream.
Derek had never been more excited for school than he was that Monday. As the bell for first period rang, he grinned at Jevon and Jevon grinned back at him. Wow. Jevon was his. It didn’t matter if no one else knew because he did know. His thoughts were interrupted as the teacher addressed the two boys.
“Are you two talking again?” asked their teacher, Mr. Dunstan, as he stood up to start the lesson. “Because you two have changed friendship status for the past few weeks.”
“Yeah. We’re friends again,” Derek laughed.
Jevon looked at him sideways, then looked at their teacher and said, “Actually I’ve got one more problem. Can we go resolve it quick before it explodes into something big?”
“I don’t see why not,” answered Mr. Dunstan with a shrug and a smirk, “After the way you two played last night, go ahead. You’ve got 10 minutes.”
Derek was confused, but went along with Jevon into the hallway. Jevon led him into one of the corridors leading upstairs, and stopped at the bottom of the staircase. Then he turned to Derek and smirked with his hands in his pockets and asked, “So, we’re friends again are we?”
Derek suddenly felt nervous as he nodded.
“Really? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure we’re something very much different than ‘friends’,” Jevon said, grabbing Derek by his shirt and pushing him onto the staircase. Then slowly, he started to nip at the white boy’s neck.
“S…stop it. We’re gonna get caught,” Derek muttered, making an attempt to push the other boy off of him.
“So? That just makes it more fun,” he answered, kissing all over his neck. Then through his grin, he whispered, “Don’t you feel the rush?”
Derek was about to continue protesting, but he stopped short when he felt a warm tongue tickling his ear. Then a gasp escaped his lips when he felt his shirt get untucked from his pants and a cold hand rub their way up his chest until they found erect nipples. He couldn’t contain himself anymore. Reaching his hand behind the dominant boy’s neck, he pulled Jevon down and pressed their lips roughly together. Jevon grinned and deepened the kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance in the kiss as Jevon moved his hand from under Derek’s shirt and began to work at undoing his belt. Derek felt the excitement surge through his body. Not only from the excitement and anticipation of what his secret lover was about to do to him, but the excitement that they could get caught at any moment. Derek let a moan escape from his lips, which made Jevon grin even more.
“Well, well. You guys have no shame at all.” Both the boys froze in their spots. Despite the thrill they got from the possibility of getting caught, neither of them actually thought they’d get caught.
“Anyway, sorry to interrupt, but your teacher told me I could find you in the hall, and I heard voices, so I just…really? In the hallway? On the staircase? At school?” Chante scolded, a worried look of irritation on her face. “Get up.”
Both of them breathed with a little relief. Thank god it had been Chante. Anyone else and they would have been screwed. Jevon visibly pouted as he brushed his shirt off and followed her pointed finger back towards his classroom. Derek stayed behind, tucking his shirt back in and fixing his hair. Chante just looked at him, the worried look still plastered on her face.
“What?” He asked, suddenly feeling somewhat guilty.
“I don’t like this. I’m worried about you.”
“I know I know, but… don’t. Worry I mean. It’s just… just don’t worry. I have it under control,” He choked out, not even sounding sure to himself.
After a few moments, Chante smiled a little and said, “Okay. Then on a bright note, I hope you had fun.”
“I did. Very much. Too bad you interrupted before we got to the best part,” Derek grinned back.
“Well, Good. Now come on. I’m doing an article on the basketball team for Lit, and I need to interview you,” she explained, guiding him to her own classroom. “I just wish I could print what I just saw.”
“Too bad you can’t. Because we’re kind of a secret.”
“No way!” Chante fake gasped and they laughed again. Just be careful,” She warned him.
“I will.”
Chapter 3. I like this one. I think. Lol Please excuse my terrible ability to write hetero sex scenes. I promise I will get better at them :)
Chapter 3: I’m not gay, I’m normal.
Jevon POV
As the water rushed down onto his face, Jevon groaned in irritation. He looked down at his erection and with a sigh he turned the knob until it hit the blue, causing the water to fall onto him like ice.
It had happened again. The stupid dreams that he’d been having. The ones about him. Jevon didn’t understand why he was having these dreams about Derek. It didn’t even make sense to him. He didn’t talk to Derek anymore, really. Maybe he was just really horny? Nope, he’d already thought of that. But every time a girl tried to have sex with him, he just brushed it off. That doesn’t mean he didn’t welcome anyone who wanted to blow him off or jack him off, but he hadn’t had actual sex in… a while. It just didn’t appeal to him lately. He was starting to worry. Maybe he was depressed. Maybe he should see a psychologist. He hadn’t been feeling very good. He hadn’t been feeling very normal. The most normal he’d felt in the past week-ish was at the club dancing with Chante. Which was strange because he hadn’t hung out with Chante in over a year. But he’d been noticing her a lot lately. With Derek. He’d been noticing how she and Derek were suddenly best friends again. Out of nowhere. But whatever. Derek had been at the club, too. Jevon couldn’t remember exactly. He just remembered seeing him there, probably with Chante and her group of friends. He wondered if Derek was the reason Chante came up to him suddenly. It hadn’t crossed his mind before, but she was probably trying to distract his attention. For whatever reason.
Stepping out of the shower he examined himself in the mirror. He always looked at himself naked. He was one of those people that looked good, and knew it. The rest of his morning routine was pretty normal. Fifty push-ups, get dressed, eat breakfast, and then go to school. Sometimes he drove to school, sometimes he took the bus. It all depended on the day. Lately, though, he’d been driving every day. He didn’t want to see Derek.
After parking his car at the school, he went into the basketball gym to shoot some hoops. This was his life. Sports. Staying in shape. Eating right. This was how he was gonna get to college. This was what he had to do. Or at least, that’s what he grew being told by his dad. His mom had died when he was four.
Throughout the day, he spent time with friends. Mainly his basketball and football teammates. No one really super important, though. He misses hanging out with Derek. They’d been close friends so long that he’d forgotten what life was like before they spent every second together.
At the end of the day, he had basketball practice. Derek was still sitting today, but coach said he’d be practicing by tomorrow and playing in the next game. Jevon was happy for him, but didn’t say anything and still avoided all eye contact with him.
Jevon decided to chill at the school for a while before going home. He was happily sleeping in a nice spot under the bleachers where no one could see him when suddenly he felt pressure on his chest.
“Hey Jevon!” He opened his eyes and saw the last person he wanted to see right then. Or ever. And she was sitting on his chest as if they were friends.
“What do you want Lexy?” he asked, not bothering to try and get her off of him.
“I’m bored. Derek has been avoiding me. I thought you might know why?” She looked at him questionably.
“We haven’t been very chatty lately,” Jevon answered.
“Yeah, I’d heard, but I didn’t think it was true. What happened? Did y’all get in a fight?” She asked, starting to mess with his shirt.
“Is it your business?” He asked, more annoyed every second.
“Don’t be so mean, I was just asking. I don’t know why you hate me so much! Anyway, you have no idea why he might be avoiding me?” She asked, bringing the conversation back to Derek.
“Maybe he realized what a stupid whore you are and decided he didn’t like you either.” Right as the words slipped through his lips, he felt a sharp slap on his face.
That was it. He was pissed. Grabbing both her wrists, he turned them over and slammed her to the ground roughly. He had her pinned as he hovered over her. “Don’t touch me you stupid bitch.”
“Why the fuck do you always treat me so bad? I know that you secretly want me, Jevon. Stop acting like a kid!” She yelled, trying and failing to get free of his grasp.
“I want you? What makes you think that?” He asked laughing.
“I can feel it? Why else would you have me pinned so sexually to the ground?” She spurt out, once again failing to get free.
“Sexual? This isn’t sexual. My kind of sex is nice and rough. You’re pretty little bitch ass couldn’t handle my kind of sexual. You couldn’t even keep up.” Jevon didn’t really know what he was saying anymore. He was just talking. Just going off of whatever she said or did.
“I can keep up with anything you do!” Lexy countered.
“You tell yourself that all you want, princess.”
“Then just do it. Fuck me! I can keep up!” She half shouted.
He just laughed and then looked straight at her. “You horny bitch. Was this your plan all along? You want to have sex because you think it’ll get Derek’s attention, don’t you? Well he won’t give a shit. And sorry for you, but I don’t want you.”
“I don’t need you to want me, I need you to have sex with me god dammit.”
And then for some reason he crashed his lips onto hers. Maybe because he was bored. Maybe because he just wanted to have sex. Maybe because she actually had a good plan, and he thought sleeping with her would get Derek’s attention. Maybe not, though.
The kiss was rough and hard, without emotion. As he moved his tongue inside her mouth, he felt her purr into his. He quickly started undoing her belt, breaking the kiss for only a second to pull off her shorts and quickly toss her shirt. Lips back on hers, he reached behind her back and unclipped the pink lace bra she was wearing, and tossed it next to her shirt. And then with one quick removal of her equally pink panties, she was naked. Lying completely exposed. Jevon had to admit, even if she was a stupid and bitchy whore, she at least had a body. Snapping back to the task at hand, he brought her right nipple into his mouth and started sucking. She immediately responded, moaning loudly and bucking into him. He didn’t really care much for the foreplay; he wanted to get this over with. But he had a little problem that stopped him from doing so. The kind of problem where his dick wasn’t hard. None the less, he continued. He removed his tongue from her right nipple and started sucking on the other one.
“W…wait! Jevon! Stop!” She cried, pushing at him.
Angrily, he stopped what he was doing and gave an irritated, “What.”
“Why are we going so fast?” She asked, almost panting.
“Because. We’re not making love. We’re not even having sex. What we’re doing is having a five minute fuck. Now shut up.” And with that he was back at it. While he licked and nipped at her skin, he slammed two fingers into her already wet pussy. She almost moaned loudly with pleasure, but held it back by biting her bottom lip.
“I s…still think we could at least take our t…time!” She bucked as he moved his fingers skillfully inside of her.
“I don’t give a shit what you think, bitch.” Then he removed his fingers and watched her back arch in ecstasy as he plunged his tongue into her pussy.
“Derek always listened while we had sex!” She whined before moaning loudly again.
Jevon pulled his tongue back and said, “Yeah, but Dere-Bear isn’t as good with his mouth.”
He grinned before returning to his task of eating her out, licking as he plunged in with his tongue. Then it happened. An image of Derek’s mouth on his dick that he’d seen so many times in his dreams popped into his brain. He groaned into her, getting him another almost scream from the girl underneath him. Then he felt his dick bulge in his jeans. Well now at least I can finish this. He removed his tongue from her and sat up, taking a second to watch her tired form pant as he pulled down his pants and boxers to his ankles. So much for being able to keep up with me.
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. Once it was on, he positioned himself over top of her and said, “Tell me when you’re ready.”
She nodded and said, “On three then. One, two, th-” Her words slurred into some sort of incoherent sound as Jevon slammed into her. She was panting and shouted, “Wait! I need to adjust you ass hole!”
“I told you that I played rough you stupid whore.” He quickly pulled out, slamming his dick in and out repeatedly. She couldn’t protest or bitch anymore. She couldn’t even speak as random moans and noises slipped from her lips. And every time she was able to catch up with his rhythm, he’d pound faster and harder.
“C’mon you stupid bitch, hurry and finish!” Almost as if his command had worked, she arched her back once more, letting out a gasp as her fluid surrounded Jevon’s cock. Barely a second after, Jevon pounded harshly one more time into her, spilling his own cum into her and riding out his own orgasm. Finally. Jevon pulled out quickly, bringing his pants back up to his hips. Then he stood up and started to walk away.
“Whoa! What the hell!? Ur just gonna leave?” She asked in disbelief, still naked with the exception of her underwear.
“I told you, princess. Five minute fuck. No emotion. We orgasm and then we leave. Next time don’t be such a whore and let a guy who doesn’t even like you fuck you senseless under the school bleachers.” Jevon walked straight to his car and pulled out of the school, heading straight for home. He chose to completely ignore the only reason he was able to get hard earlier was because Lexy had brought up Derek.
When he got home, Jevon’s mind finally calmed down and he lied down to relax on his bed. Did he really just sleep with Lexy? It felt like it hadn’t even happened.
Sighing, he clicked the TV over to SpongeBob. Then he pulled out his homework and after finishing, he went and worked out some.
He needed to do something. Lately he’d just been going through the motions. It felt as if there was some giant gaping hole in his life. Maybe he should make up with Derek. He wanted to. He could admit that much. He didn’t even know why they weren’t talking. So they had some drunken incidents? It wasn’t really a big deal. Tomorrow. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.
The next day came and brought the same morning erection, the same cold shower, the same drive to school, the same superficial conversations, the same classes, and just the same routine all around. At the end of the day, Jevon walked into the gym ready to get changed and relieve some stress at practice. Instead, he found his team huddled around their coach.
“Good, Jevon’s here. So the game is on Friday. You’ve all been working hard. Today, go ahead and go home to rest. Come back tomorrow and we’ll work our asses off for the game,” their coach announced, commanding the team managers to collect the basketballs everyone had gotten out.
The team erupted into a series of ‘yes!’s and ‘Finally!’s as they dispersed. Jevon sighed. He’d been looking forward to practice. He didn’t really want to go home yet. He picked up a basketball, but was distracted when he noticed Derek walking towards the door.
“Derek!” He felt the name roll of his lips before he could stop it.
Derek turned around, looking completely shocked and surprised. “Hey Jevon, something wrong?” He asked, even his voice filled with shock.
Jevon said nothing at first. He just observed Derek for a second. His brunette hair had gotten a little longer. His eyes were the same, though. Hazel, with specs of blue that hypnotized you. Then when he noticed Derek shuffling his feet, he snapped back to the situation.
“Uh. Friday. We have the game. You wanna come over afterwards and hang?” Jevon asked, somewhat awkwardly.
“Yeah.” The answer had come out almost immediately after Jevon had asked, loudly and excited. Then, in a more calm and casual voice, Derek said, “Yeah, sounds good.”
Relief spreading across both boys’ features, they bumped fists and then laughed at how lame they were for doing so. In that one moment everything seemed normal again, like there had never been any weird shit between them.
“Uh, so do you wanna come over? It’s just me and Chante,” Derek asked.
“No, I think I’m gonna hang out here and shoot for a while,” he answered, pounding his hand on the basketball. “How ‘bout tomorrow? I can drive us after practice?”
“Sure. Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Derek said hesitantly, but it had almost come out as a question.
“Yeah. Tomorrow.” Jevon grinned at him.
Jevon turned around and heard a short “what are you so chipper about?” from what sounded like Chante. Then he heard the doors close and he felt himself smile. He felt great suddenly. It was as if the giant hole inside of him was gone. Finally, they were friends again and could pretend like the last two weeks hadn’t even happened.
Except those dreams I have every night.
Nope. He wasn’t even going to think about it. He was about to shoot the ball when it was suddenly pulled from his grip. He looked and saw that it was his coach who had taken it.
“We’re closing the gym. A day off is meant for resting, Jevon. That includes you,” his coach scolded as he walked away.
Sighing, Jevon grabbed his bags and walked out to the back of the school. After looking around for a second, he found a nice secluded tree to sit under. He didn’t want to go home, yet. He should have just gone with Derek and Chante.
He grinned as he thought about Derek. And then he thought about his friendship with Derek. He used to get confused because of the weird feelings connected to Derek. That’s where all the problems came from. So now, all he had to do was ignore and deny things so that everything stayed simple. Sure, he was happy when he thought about Derek. Why? Who cares. That was his new philosophy.
Suddenly he was brought back to his most recent dream, where Derek was very naked and very tied up, begging him to touch him. They’re getting really weird lately. And then he felt it. God mother fucker.
He just sat there for a second with his eyes closed, deciding how he should handle his now erect dick. “Whoa now, excited about something are we?” He heard a playful voice and his eyes shot open.
“Shut up.” Jevon quickly sat up and covered the bulge with his back pack.
“Hey now, I’m not judging. So what were you thinking about that got you so excited?”
The boy’s name was Shane. He was a junior, one year above Jevon. Jevon didn’t really know him because he didn’t play any sports. They just had a lot of the same friends, so he did see the Asian boy around a lot. The dude had…an interesting style. He wore a lot of bright colors, and then a lot of black at the same time. His hair was short and black with a slightly longer green mohawk . He had tons of friends, and yet no one really seemed to know much about him. The only obvious things known were that he seemed pretty rich, got great grades, and whenever he wasn’t socializing and charming everyone around him, he had his face in a notebook that no one had ever looked in.
“A friend.” Jevon stated, putting his guard up.
“Must be a pretty special friend.” Shane laughed out loud, taking a seat by Jevon.
“What exactly do you want?” Jevon asked, suddenly feeling exhausted.
“Not much. Saw you and thought that I’d make a new friend.”
“Oh really now?”
“No.” The Asian laughed out loud again. “I came over with a purpose. Your ‘friend’ made this purpose so much easier to attain.”
“What?” And then there were lips on his. Just a short peck. Jevon didn’t move as Shane nervously returned to his own bubble. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what had just happened.
When Jevon didn’t do anything, Shane suddenly placed a hand on Jevon’s still hard cock and slowly kissed him again. Jevon instinctively flinched away from the hand and whacked the Asian’s head.
“Stop it!” He snapped, realizing just how child-like his reaction was. What was wrong with him? Then the hand was back, slowly starting to rub. He didn’t react right away, but then he flinched away again and whined, “Dude! What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Shane’s face was dead serious.
Jevon could feel his erection start throbbing, craving to be touched. His mind felt dazed. He felt almost like….he wanted whatever was about to happen to happen. It wasn’t the same feeling he’d gotten when this situation had come up with Derek. It was just….he just wanted this boy to continue.
The two guys just sat there in silence for a moment, looking at each other. Then, slowly, Shane reached and put one hand on the back of Jevon’s neck. Jevon felt himself tense up, but he didn’t move. He could feel his heart pounding rapidly throughout his whole body as Shane moved closer until their faces were only inches apart. Warm breath tickled his face.
“I’m not gay,” was all Jevon could say.
Keeping their eyes locked, Shane simply said, “Neither am I.”
“I don’t have feelings for you. It won’t mean anything,” Jevon almost whispered, suddenly feeling a little woozy.
“I don’t want to go out Jevon. I don’t want your love. This doesn’t have to mean anything.” Anthony never broke eye contact as he spoke. He didn’t smile or laugh and Jevon could feel the seriousness in his voice. Then Jevon saw the awkward nervous-ness disappear from Shane’s body and get replaced with confidence, almost arrogance.
Then the soft lips were brushing against his own. Jevon pulled away fiercely, but Shane tightened his grip on the neck that was now damp with nervous sweat. After letting Jevon breathe a few more times, he pulled Jevon’s face roughly to his own once again, crashing their lips together. This time, Jevon didn’t pull away. He kissed back hesitantly. But as soon as he felt the warm tongue snake out and lick his bottom lip, his instincts told him to push away. Going against his instincts, he allowed the tongue inside his mouth.
What the hell was he doing? This wasn’t okay! It needed to stop!
Feeling Jevon’s body tense, Shane pulled away and commanded, “Stop thinking.” And then he pushed Jevon’s back against the tree so that he was on top of Jevon.
Wincing from the slight pain, Jevon took another look at Shane’s grey eyes. The eyes of a predator stalking its prey. There was no way out of this. Or maybe there was and he just didn’t want to get out of this. He might as well do as he was told.
As he closed his eyes and took a deep breathe, he felt the lips on his own again. Without taking the time to process what exactly was happening, he let his body respond on its own by deepening the kiss. He could feel Shane grin against the kiss. The feel of the expert tongue in his mouth drove him wild.
Then the lips were gone. Jevon opened his eyes to find the Asian boy removing his shirt and undoing his belt. Jevon quickly reciprocated the action. After he’d gotten his pants off, leaving his boxers intact, Shane nearly jumped on him, pinning Jevon’s arms above his head. Then he began kissing the black boy’s neck. Jevon groaned softly as Shane’s tongue grazed a spot right near his adam’s apple. Feeling the younger boy’s excitement, Shane focused on this spot. First he bit down lightly, and then slowly sucked on the spot, leaving a deep red purple spot in place of his tongue. Jevon clearly enjoyed it, because he had started grinding his hard groin into Shane’s own dick.
“You’re pretty eager,” Shane chuckled. Pressing his body down against Jevon’s, Shane grinned at all of Jevon’s reactions to the friction between the two groins. He grabbed hold of the elastic along the caramel skin and quickly pulled the boxers down. Then slowly, almost teasingly, he brought the erect dick up to his mouth. First he licked it from the base to the tip, and then he engulfed it in his mouth. As he bobbed up and down, Jevon wriggled with pleasure, tangling his hand in the Asian’s hair.
Then Shane stopped. Sitting up, he brought two fingers up and shoved them into Jevon’s mouth. “Suck.”
There was something arousing about being man-handled, so Jevon did as he was told and wet the fingers in his mouth with his tongue.
Shane took his fingers back, smiling deviously at the boy below him. Without warning, Shane shoved his index finger into Jevon’s hole, eliciting a loud moan from him. Then after entering another finger, he began scissoring the boy beneath him.
“God, you’re tight.” Jevon bucked his hips roughly, grinding up into Shane. Moans escaped his lips, and then he felt himself saying, “More.”
Shane chuckled again. Then he took his other hand and grabbed Jevon’s still hard, wet cock. As Shane teased the dick and continued his scissoring, Jevon’s whole body erupted with pleasure. Within a few minutes, Jevon felt the familiar rush of pleasure forming.
“I’m…!” he gasped, getting his point across without actually saying it. Shane nodded, pumping the dick faster. Jevon gripped the grass underneath him so tight that his knuckles turned white, and his back arched as the white substance sprayed both of their chests white.
After cleaning themselves off and putting their clothes back on, they just stayed there in silence. Shane looked over and saw that Jevon was lying down on his back, hands covering his eyes. What the fuck? I’m such a fag. A disgusting fag. And why do I keep having sex on school property. I’m a hoe. A fag of a hoe!
“Stop it.” Shane’s voice caught Jevon’s attention.
“Stop what?” He questioned.
“Stop being disgusted with yourself. There’s nothing wrong with what you just did. And I don’t think you’re really upset because you just let a guy do you. I think you’re upset because it was the wrong guy.” Then he was walking away, and Jevon sat up and sighed.
The wrong guy…? An image of Derek popped into his mind. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and stomach. Whatever. Jevon got up and left to his car, suddenly feeling Déjà Vu of the previous day. He suddenly felt so tired as he pulled out if the school. He just wanted to go home and sleep, which is why he was surprised when he turned off his car and found himself in front of Derek’s house.
“Alright! Good work! Go get changed and get a good night’s sleep!” Their coach commanded them. The team filed into the locker room. Jevon walked up and hit Derek with a towel.
“You’ve gotten sloppy while you were out!” He teased the brunette.
“And yet I could still whoop your ass!” Derek joked back.
The two joked around as they got changed.
“By the way, you sure your okay with Chante coming, too. I know y’all don’t really hang out anymore,” Derek asked, collecting his backpack.
“I don’t mind. We’re going to yur house, dude. So it’s your choice. besides, you haven’t talked to her in how long? And here you guys are, best friends once again.” Jevon slammed his locker shut and started walking with Derek to the door.
“Yeah. Something just brought us together again.”
Before Jevon could ask anything more, they heard a teammate ask them, “So you two aren’t gonna tell us what the hell has been going on?”
Jevon and Derek turned around looking confused.
“You two have been avoiding each other every day for the past two weeks, and suddenly everything is okay again?” Another teammate spoke up.
“Guys it was just a little…break.” Derek tried to laugh it off.
“Yeah,” Jevon added, “Just needed some time apart.
“Okay love birds, glad the married couple is on good terms again.” The whole locker room agreed jokingly and laughed, returning to their own business. Jevon felt himself tense up at the statement, and with a short glance at Derek, he saw that he had tensed up too.
With a small push, Jevon just laughed and said, “Let’s go. If I remember correctly, Chante doesn’t like waiting.”
“Right.” Derek laughed, too. Then they started on the topic of school, neither of them wanting to bring up any awkward topics yet.
When they reached Chante, who was leaning on Jevon’s car with a book in her hand, they threw their stuff into the car. Then Chante said, “Fuck! We forgot to get the Spanish assignment, Derek!”
“God dammit.”
“Y’all go get it, I’ll pull around and pick you up,” Jevon said, “It’s not a big deal.”
“Okay cool, we’ll be right back!” Chante assured, pulling Derek along with her.
As he watched Derek go along with Chante, Jevon just smirked and turned to get into the driver’s seat.
“So that’s him. Yeah, he’s pretty attractive.” Jevon froze.
Opening the door and sitting down in the passenger’s seat, Shane smiled at him.
“You guys make quite the pair.”
“What are you doing here?” Jevon asked, turning the car on and being careful to avoid Shane’s eyes.
“Nothing. Just saying hey. You know, seeing how you’re doing,” Shane playfully said as he looked around at the interior of the car.
“Really?”
“No.” Shane laughed. “Well, sort of. I wanted to apologize for yesterday. i had my own selfish reason for doing what I did. Plus, I came to see the guy that made you gay.”
He was speaking so casually, almost sounding a little perky. But the perky felt…fake? Ingenuine?
“I’m not gay,” Jevon snapped.
“No dude. I’m not gay. You. You’re gay.”
“How the fuck am I gay when you’re the one who hit on me?” Jevon asked, not really angry just a little confused by the Asian boy sitting in his car.
“I’m not gay. I’ve never really been interested in anyone, actually. The only relationships I have are for a reason. The only sex I have is for a reason. Including yesterday. If you remember correctly, I didn’t even get hard. Not because you aren’t attractive, but because I’m not into dudes.” Shane’s voice remained the same happy and casual it had been this whole time. “But we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you and your boyfriend.”
Shane motioned in the direction that Derek had left, and Jevon felt himself get defensive. “Shut up. It’s not like that, because we’re not gay.”
“Look, maybe you’re not gay. Which you are. But your friend is most definitely gay.” Shane sighed and stepped out of the car. “Listen, I’m just saying that if you ever decide that you are gay, you should hurry up and make your move.”
Then as he turned and walked away casually, he waved and said with a little more seriousness, “If you feel like confessing your ultra gayness, I’m here to listen.”
Jevon just sat there. He didn’t really know what to say. So, deciding to forget about it, he put the car in drive and pulled around to pick up his two friends.
They were all piled up on his bed, playing Mario Kart like they used to when they were kids. Chante had beaten them five times already, and as the game console shouted “Winner!” once again, she jumped up and down on the bed shouting, “Suck it bitches!”
Then she jumped off the bed and walked to the door saying, “I’m gonna take a break from beating your asses and go make me some food.”
And then she was gone, and Jevon and Derek were laughing. Deciding to take a break from the game, they turned on Family Guy and sat in silence. Derek sprawled onto his stomach at the bottom of the bed while Jevon sat cross-legged next to him. Jevon couldn’t stop thinking about Shane and what he’d said. He looked nervously at the white boy next to him. He wanted to say something, but then he didn’t at the same time.
He found himself observing everything about the boy. He noticed how Derek’s hair was messy as always, but it still looked amazing. And his hair lightly brushed down over his forehead, barely reaching his eyes. Jevon watched as Derek’s eyes brightened every time he laughed. How as he laughed, his shoulders shook ever so lightly. Then Jevon found his eyes wandering down the arch in his back, carefully examining the toned muscles throughout his body.
Then he felt himself ask the question that he’d been wanting to ask for hours, and he immediately wished that he hadn’t.
“Are you gay?”
Derek didn’t even move. He just continued watching Family Guy. Then, when Jevon was about to ask again, Derek answered, “I think.”
“You think?”
“I think.”
And that was that. He wasn’t going to get anything more out of him. Jevon felt something inside him change. He felt like he had something to say. Like maybe he wanted to tell Derek something.
“Derek?” When he heard a grunt he continued, “We just got beat in Mario Kart six times by a girl.”
That was definitely not what he wanted to say. But it was the only thing that came out.
“Yeah,” Derek laughed, “Aren’t we pansies.”
“Practically have vaginas.” The two laughed again and started talking about the episode of Family Guy that was on when Chante walked back in with popcorn and a 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew.
“Alright bitches! Prepare to get your asses whooped in Black Ops!” The two boys laughed and pulled the girl down onto the bed with them.
It had been a long day. A good one, but long. In silence, Jevon lied face down on his bed, looking at a piece of paper with numbers on it. After a couple of phone calls, he’d managed to get the number in his hand, and now he didn’t know what to do with it. Slowly he sat up and punched the numbers into his phone.
After ringing a few times, he heard a click and then a familiar voice say, ‘Hello?’
Taking a deep breath, Jevon exhaled and said, “Hey Shane. It’s Jevon.”
‘Hey, is something wrong?’
“Yes. No. Something’s wrong with me.”
‘Well what is it?’ He heard Shane turn his TV off.
“I’m gay.”
Chapter 2! Not as scandalous as the last chapter, but I like it none the less. You get into the mind of another character ^^
Chapter 2: Life is…whatever.
Chante POV
Slowly pulling open her locker, Chante pulled out a literature textbook and examined herself in the small mirror located on the metal door. She was exhausted. That had definitely not been her typical Sunday. She normally slept all Sunday to recover from whatever activity she had partaken in on Saturday. But instead, she spent her Sunday catching up with one of her oldest and closest friends, and then comforting that same friend when he was rejected by his would-be gay lover. She had thought that she was done with comforting “New Gays” after her latest and greatest fag had finally come to terms with himself.
“Hello darling.” Speak of the devil. “So you spent yet another day playing the comforter. Who was it this time?”
“That is none of your business my dear Marco.” The obvious pout that formed on his face made Chante laugh. Angelo DeMarco was her newly outted gay best friend. And by “newly outted”, she meant he came out almost a year ago. Due to his very outgoing and flamboyant self, he didn’t exactly have a bunch of problems coming to terms with his being gay. The problem had lied in coming out of his flaming closet. He was Italian, and Italian parents weren’t usually big on having homo sons. But he pulled through it after his dad decided to pretend nothing was ever said. His mom never said anything either, but she had mini panic attacks whenever she saw another boy anywhere near Angelo.
Chante had a lot of gay friends, but Angelo stood out somehow. There was some magical chemistry between the two that made everyone think that if Angelo wasn’t gay, the two would get married someday. Angelo was also a bit of a stereotype. He was flamboyant with an attitude- your “typical fag”. However, unlike the stereotype, Angelo wasn’t afraid to get down and dirty and just be a dude sometimes.
“Fine miss suddenly wants to keep secrets. Anyway, aren’t you tired of playing big sister Dr. Phil? You do it all the time,” He asked with his signature sass, grabbing her backpack as she closed her locker.
“I’m not gonna get upset that my friends feel comfortable coming to me when they have problems. Besides, it makes me feel special inside,” She answered, dramatically bringing her hands to her heart and sighing dreamily.
“Oh please. Feel special? With a best friend like Ciara? She makes you out to be a goddess. Are we sure she isn’t a lesbian?” He asked jokingly.
“I don’t know, let’s ask her,” Chante answered, feeling slim arms wrap around her waist. “Ciara, are you a lesbian?”
“Me?” She asked, coming up so that she was walking side by side with her two friends. “No. I am not a lesbian. I just really want to fuck you.”
“See? Not gay at all,” Chante laughed along with Angelo.
Ciara was the half white, half Columbian best friend of Chante. She was a bit…different than most girls. She always seemed to be in some other world almost.
“Why are you talking about me anyway Angel?” Ciara asked.
“Because guess who went out and got another pity case?” He asked, pointing at Chante.
“What! Chante? If you wanted to play Oprah that bad, you could have just called me and i could have come up with some sort of issue. You know I got issues coming out the ass.” They all laughed as Ciara motioned with her finger that she was crazy.
“Your mental issues don’t even come close to mine Ciara,” Chante started, “besides this wasn’t just some person i barely know. It was an old friend. A close friend. And I care about him a lot.”
“Just don’t replace me,” Angelo stated as they came to a stop in front of Chante’s and Ciara’s first period. Lit class.
“How could I do that?” Angelo and Chante pecked each other on the lips and he left to go to his own class as the warning bell rang.
Chanted sat down and Ciara took her seat behind her. As the late bell rang, Ciara leaned forward and whispered to Chante, “You know I was serious about fucking. You’d love it.”
But before Chante could say anything back, their teacher walked in and began the lesson.
The rest of the day was normal. The same as usual happened. “The usual” consisted of learning, eating with her friends, and just going about her day. She didn’t really have any problems with her classes, and she was fine with most of her teachers, being an A student and all. The only difference to her day was that now when she and Derek saw each other in the hallway and at lunch, they communicated. They also had fourth period Spanish together, which they now actually spoke to each other then as well. Her day was… good. Boring in a sense, but good none the less.
When she got home, she was surprised to see her parents sitting in the living room. In an attempt to ignore them, she started up the stairs.
“Honey. Come here for a second.” Of course god wouldn’t let her live in peace.
“Yes?” She asked, sitting on the arm of the loveseat that was currently occupied by their golden retriever, Skip.
“We want you to come to church with us this Sunday.” It was her dad that spoke, but neither looked up from the TV.
“Any reason?” She asked, suddenly irritated.
“Well we get your whole ‘I’m not a Christian’ thing, but don’t you think it’s time for the phase to end?” Her mom had spoken this time. They were both looking at her now.
“It’s not a phase. It’s called a belief.” She replied impatiently.
“Now honey, don’t get angry with us. We are very accepting of your…beliefs. We let you dress how you want to dress. You’re allowed to go out. We even let you hang out with those homosexual friends of yours, and you know how we feel about homosexuals. Can’t you just do this one thing for us?” her mom asked.
“I’ll think about it,” Chante answered, turning and going up to her room.
She wasn’t really going to think about it. She wasn’t a Christian. She wasn’t anything, really. She was more about letting life just happen how it happens. She often referred to god in normal conversation, though. But when she did, it wasn’t god as in God - capital G-o-d from the bible. It was more like lower case g-o-d, a “power of the universe” that she could blame. She ignored religion. Her parents had a hard time accepting that. Her parents annoyed the hell out of her with their beliefs. She didn’t hate them, though. Contrary to what others might have thought had they heard the conversation moments ago, her parents weren’t being mean or snobby. They honestly thought she was going through a phase of some sort.
Honestly, she was shocked that they had been home. They usually worked pretty late. Chante didn’t really talk to them much during the week. The only time they really talked was during Sunday dinner. And this wasn’t in the ‘they have a bad relationship’ kind of way. This was more of a ‘they just don’t have anything to talk about’ thing, due to conflicting interests.
Taking a deep breath, she lied down on her bed next to Yin, her black and white kitty. Then, she took out her cell phone and called Ciara like she often did.
The rest of week happened very similarly to Monday, with the exception of her parents’ involvement. It was a routine. Nothing really changed. And by the time Friday had come around, Derek was already considered a friend by Ciara. He hadn’t met Angelo yet, though, and Ciara and Chante were looking forward to the meeting. Derek was progressing in the whole homo department.
After school had ended, Ciara and Chante sat at Ciara’s house doing some of the homework for the weekend. Then after they’d finished, they started getting dressed for the night.
“C’mooooon. You should come out with us,” Chante whined into her phone.
‘I don’t know. Maybe it’ll do me some good to spend a weekend alone,’ Derek depressingly stated from the other line. Derek and Jevon hadn’t really spoken much since the previous weekend. Only superficial conversation had been exchanged between the two.
“No. What you need is to have some fun that doesn’t involve your basketball buddies,” Chante stated, “C’mon! If you really need an excuse, we can pretend we’re celebrating your victory yesterday in the basketball game.”
‘I didn’t even play.’ Was all the response she got.
“Okay, you’re being as serious downer! I even went through the trouble of setting up a blind date for you!” She whined.
‘I’m not…ready for dates.’
“Yes you are! And if he’s not your type, then forget him! Find another guy! Find a girl! Fuck someone! Get drunk! Do something! Please.” She stated almost pleadingly.
‘Thanks, but I’m not going.’
“You’re coming? And that’s final.”
‘No. Really I’m just gonna stay in tonight.’
“Great! We’ll pick you up at 8. Be ready!” Chante smiled into the phone.
‘Chante, I just said no.’
“I love you, too. See you in an hour!” Chante hung up the phone before he could protest anymore.
“You finally got him to agree?” Ciara asked, adjusting a shirt in the mirror before flinging it off and tossing it aside.
“Nope. But he’s coming anyway,” Chante stated and they both laughed.
Chante sighed deeply. It’d been kind of a long week. Or was it short. She didn’t remember. Nothing new ever happened so she usually was always bored of life. She fell back onto Ciara’s bed and closed her eyes. She was also lacking a boyfriend. She had her gay boyfriends, and she flirted a lot, but she wasn’t interested in anyone right now, and it bothered her.
Suddenly pulling her out of her thoughts, she felt soft lips press against her own. Eyes still shut, she slowly kissed back. Then when she felt a tongue lick her lips, she parted them granting the tongue access. Chante moved her own tongue, teasing the one currently exploring her mouth, but she didn’t fight for dominance over the kiss. She never did. She preferred to be handled. When the kiss ended, she opened her eyes and found herself looking up at two green eyes.
“What was that for? We’re not even out partying yet.” Chante just smirked and pushed Ciara off of her.
“You looked like you had a lot on your mind. That’s why we do it, remember? To relieve stress.” Ciara hit her friend softly with a pillow before standing up to try on some more outfits again.
“Yeah.” Chante didn’t really talk much about it. It had started a few months ago right after the two had become best friends. Ciara had said that she thought Chante was hot and then kissed her. But when Chante asked if she was gay, Ciara said no. And Chante believed her. Because out of everything that Ciara was, gay wasn’t one of them. But Ciara did admit to having a girl crush on her. ‘Besides.’ She had said after it had happened again. ‘Since we don’t like each other like that, we can kiss and mess around to relieve stress.’ Chante had said whatever to the whole thing. Their sleepovers often involved a lot of kissing and touching, but Chante never let the girl get too far. Lately, Ciara had been bitching more and more about going farther and just fucking already, assuring her that there were no feeling involved and that it was just because she was horny.
“Anyway, what about this?” Ciara asked, posing for Chante.
“No. Too slutty.” Chante commented, snapping out of her memory.
“Then it’s perfect,” Ciara laughed, “Maybe it’ll get you to let me deflower you tonight.”
“Shut up with that already,” Chante laughed.
“No. I wanna do it. Besides, if you let me fuck you then you’ll still technically be a virgin. You’ll just get all the joys of an orgasm. And there’s no risk of getting preggers,” Ciara tried to bargain.
Yep. Chante was a virgin. Why? Because she didn’t want to have sex in high school. That’s just how it was. Mainly because she had this seriously intense fear of getting pregnant, but also because she just didn’t want to. Chante was pretty much an angel actually. She didn’t do drugs, she didn’t have sex, she got good grades, and she didn’t like to drink. But she did on occasion get drunk for the sheer thrill of it.
After the two had gotten dressed and Angelo had picked them up in his car, they stopped at Derek’s house. An unwilling Derek came out of the house after being dragged by Chante, and they pulled off to go their destination.
“Derek, meet my boyfriend Angel. Marco, meet my cock loving jock Derek,” Ciara laughed at the intro, but Derek just gave a “really” look and hit Chante lightly on the forehead.
“Hey! It’s not like I was wrong!” she defended herself.
Angelo said hi and eyed him up and down before returning his vision to the road, clearly excited. He usually only got to hang out with gays who had been gay longer than him. He was a little excited to be the more experienced one. Derek, however, looked almost… nervous. He was clearly checking Angelo out the whole car ride, and yet he still seemed hesitant, almost unwanting, of the little date tonight. None the less, with all the staring going on, the rest of the ride was nothing but everyone singing along to the radio.
The club was loud. Loud and crowded. Which is exactly why it was perfect. Chante chose it specifically because of that. Here, Derek could be gay without worrying about who saw and she could let go without worrying about who witnessed it. Lately she’d been feeling depressed. Not because of something that happened. It was just this nasty feeling of depression creeping into her.
“Don’t get sloppy tonight, okay honey,” Angelo scolded teasingly as he pulled Derek away from her.
“Wasn’t even planning to drink tonight girlfriend.” They laughed and then kissed before Angelo dragged Derek into the crowded floor.
Suddenly she felt two arms wrap around her waist. “Let’s dance!” Ciara shouted over the music. Chante just laughed and the two started moving their bodies to the beat. They laughed at the stares they got, and soon they were a bunch of teenagers just dancing on each other in a giant group.
“I’m gonna go get a drink!” Chante giggled at a drunk Ciara, who really wasn’t paying any attention. After reaching the bar and getting a shot of… something, she almost choked on it. Directly in her line of vision, Derek and Angelo were making out in the middle of the dance floor. Not just any making out. Full blown, tongue on tongue, hands on ass making out. She started to laugh to herself when she caught sight of something else. Oh fuck. Jevon was there. And he was dangerously close to where Derek stood.
Without really taking the time to think about it, she grabbed another drink and brought it over to Jevon. “Heeeeyy! We haven’t talked in so long!” She pretended to trip over herself.
Jevon laughed, catching her in his arms. “Chante….You’re right, it has been a long time.”
Chante just kept laughing. She was a really good actress and could fake her way through anything. “Let’s dance! Oh my gosh wouldn’t that be so much fun?!” She laughed some more.
He just chuckled and asked, “Are you drunk?”
Downing the rest of the shot, she discarded the glass and brought her finger to her lips in a ‘shhh’ motion. “Come on! I love this song!” She attempted to pull Jevon in the opposite direction from where she had seen Derek and Angelo.
“Alright, what’s going on?” Jevon asked, pulling her back before she could drag him along. “What do you want?”
Taken a little by shock, she continued with the drunk act. “What do you mean silly, I just want to dance!”
“No. For all I know, you might not even be drunk. You never do anything without a motive or a reason, and we both know it.”
This time she didn’t have to act when she angrily snapped, “Well excuse me! I just thought that maybe you’d wanna spend some time with a friend you never speak to anymore!” Fake tears slid down her face and she saw Jevon roll his eyes.
“Okay. Okay. Let’s dance,” he finally gave in, pulling her into him as a slow song came on. They both laughed and she mentally cheered when she looked and saw that Derek and Angelo were no longer swapping spit on the dance floor.
The rest of the night was basically a giant blur. Somehow in the process of pretending to be drunk, Chante had managed to actually get drunk. There was a lot of kissing and a lot of dancing. Then she was being picked up and tossed over Angelo’s shoulder and put into the back seat of his car with Derek, and then she remembered a soft bed.
The fuck? Chante sat up, looking around at her surroundings. This isn’t my room. She looked down at the big T-shirt she was wearing. And these are not my clothes.
“Good morning.” She turned and saw Derek coming in through the door. “How do you feel?”
“Like shit,” she answered, burying her face into her hands.
“You should,” he responded, “You were trashed last night.”
“All for your dumb ass,” she groggily said, stepping out of the bed and going over to the mirror on the wall. “Because your lips were attached to Marco’s, I distracted the problem child so that there was no drama.”
Kissing her on the cheek, he said, “Well thank you, but it might have been in vain. I don’t like crushing you so early in the morning, but my blind date and I decided to just be friends.”
“What! But you two are so cute together!” She whined.
“Yeah, so are you and Ciara.” He stuck his tongue out at her and she pushed him.
“I’m starved.” The pair made their way down stairs and into the kitchen, only to find his parents scurrying around.
“Honey don’t- just. Give me that! Good morning Derek.” His mother seemed rushed. When she looked up, she froze. Then a smile replaced her shock as she said, “And good morning to you as well young lady.”
“Good morning Mrs. Mitchell,” Chante said awkwardly.
After a few moments of silence passed, Derek spoke up, “Mom, you remember Chante don’t you? She only slept over, like, every other night.”
“Chante? Oh! Hello dear. I didn’t recognize you. It’s been a while.” She and Derek’s dad started to gather some things again. “We’ve missed having you around. Well, we’re about to head out. You two have fun, play nice, play safe. And Chante, you should start coming over more often.”
She gave one more smile and then she was out the door. His dad opened a drawer and pulled something out. Then he walked over and grabbed Derek’s hand for a second before following his wife’s lead out the door. After they’d both left, Derek opened his hand and groaned.
“That’s wonderful.” He held up a pack of condoms.
Immediately, Chante burst into laughter. “Holy fuck! Your parents want us to have sex! That’s rich.”
“It’s not funny. It’s weird. He just casually handed me the condoms. With you in the room,” Derek said, sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“They always did love me. Always talked about us getting married someday,” Chante was still laughing as she walked around the kitchen getting supplies to make eggs. Then she added, “You know what else is funny. They keep condoms in a drawer in your kitchen.”
Derek dropped the pack on the counter and groaned again. Their laughter echoed through the house as she finished making the eggs and they sat down to eat. Then after a brief moment of quiet, Chante asked, “What happened last night?”
“You kissed Jevon, Ciara, me, and some random dude. You basically dry humped Angel. Other than that, not much. You danced and apparently had fun,” he recapped for her.
“Not too much damage,” she mused, the she asked with a little worry, “How was the night for you? I’m sure shoving my tongue down Jevon’s throat didn’t help. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. I had fun. I was pretty drunk, too, so I didn’t even register that y’all had been together until I woke up this morning,” he laughed, “besides, you were drunk. You didn’t really know what you were doing.”
Smiling thankfully, she asked, “So what’s this about staying friends? Marco seemed to like you.”
“Kissing was admittedly fun. But we clicked more as… well, friends. Besides, I’m not ready to be…” he stopped short, suddenly finding his hands more interesting.
“It’s okay, hon. You need to come out when you’re ready to come out. Until then though, I think I’ll be a good cover.” She laughed, opened up one of the condoms, and then threw it into the trash. “Trust me, they’ll look.”
The rest of the day passed by pretty quickly. They just lazed around the house all day, and then got ready to go out again. Tonight they’d decided to go to a party at Lexy’s house. Derek had protested at first, but later agreed stating, “I just won’t be gay, then.”
At Lexy’s house, the music was loud. Some were drinking, but it was pretty chill. Chante wouldn’t touch a cup that held anything but lemonade in it. Before long, she found herself and Angelo in a game of spin the bottle with some school friends.
In some strange play of fate, her first spin landed on Angelo.
“Alright! Come here Marco!” She laughed.
“Booo! Boring! Y’all kiss every day!” A classmate whined while some others made thumbs down motions.
“Fine, fine. We’ll make it a really sloppy kiss. Gosh!” She giggled as Angelo’s lips touched her own, and they both parted lips so that their tongues teased each other. Before they pulled away, Angelo lightly bit her bottom lip and growled. Then he exclaimed, “Guys! We have a problem! I think I might be straight!”
Chante pushed him back to his spot on the floor as the next person took their turn with the bottle. She was playing around and laughing so much that she didn’t even notice when the bottle later stopped, pointing straight at her. What got her attention were all the cat calls and whistles suddenly being let out.
Looking up to see who she would be kissing, her jaw literally almost dropped. A gorgeous Latin Adonis had somehow managed to get by her radar. She’d never seen this boy before in her life. All she knew was that he was god damn hot, with his messy black hair and ocean blue eyes.
“Stop drooling and kiss him already!” She heard Ciara yell at her from outside the circle.
Blushing only enough so that no one even noticed, she leaned in. The boy did the same and suddenly their lips were together. The kiss was innocent enough, their lips fitting together perfectly, but barely touching. Then, completely involuntarily, she licked his lips lightly, asking for entrance. He grinned and before she knew it, their tongues were dancing inside their mouths. One of his hands reached behind her neck gently and pulled her in a little closer, deepening the kiss. Soon she found her own hand cupping his cheek. She suddenly felt very dizzy, but she didn’t want to end the amazing feeling. But they both realized that they needed to breath and pulled apart slowly. Both panting a little from the kiss, they looked and saw everyone was looking at them with wide eyes and shocked expressions.
“Um… if you guys would like a room, I can show you to the guest room,” Lexy teased, everyone else once again shouting cat calls.
Mystery boy and Chante quickly went back to their spots in the circle, not breaking eye contact. Then the magic spell was broken as she felt an arm pull her straight off of her butt and onto her feet. Then she was being dragged outside.
“What the hell?!” She yanked her arm from the grip. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Marco!”
“Time to go.”
“I just met someone who was possibly a sign from god that I am meant to date the finest Hispanic boy ever! What could have happened that matters more than a sign from god?” She asked, exaggerating her point by raising her hands and pointing to the heavens.
“Your parents just called me saying that they haven’t seen you in two days and they think you might be dead. They said if I didn’t get your ass home so that you could get a good night’s sleep before church tomorrow, they would personally drag my homosexual ass into hell and then call the cops.”
They just stood there in silence. She had completely forgotten her parents’ church talk. So this had been god’s game. Show me something beautiful, and then take it away. They walked over to his car and got in. It’s just not fair……wait a second!
“They said what to you?!” Chante shouted, pulling Angelo’s face to look at her.
“Nothing. They just asked me to bring you home.”
“Don’t give me that shit. You can’t expect me not to say something to them!” She shouted, pulling out her phone.
“That’s exactly what I expect you to do. I don’t need your parents thinking there’s a reason to go prison guard again. I don’t want them to take you away from me again.”
Chante froze, and just stared at the phone. Then closing it, she sighed and said, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, you aren’t them.”
The rest of the ride to the house was quiet. And when she reached her house, she walked in and slammed the front door.
“Young lady! Where have you been?” her mom asked sternly, dad standing right behind her.
“I was at a party.”
“You can’t just go wherever you want without any word!”
“I did leave word! There’s a message on the answering machine saying exactly where I am.” She walked into the living room and pressed the receiver, which replayed in her voice a message saying that she was at Lexy’s house. “See? There you go. Get your heads out of your own asses!”
“Don’t speak to us like that,” her father stated fiercely.
“I’ll stop talking like that to you when you stop insulting my friends and telling them that you’re going to send them to hell! You disgusting people! Who the hell says something like that to a teenager? And what’s with the whole ‘you haven’t seen me in two days’ bull shit? I was home every day and every night last week. You guys just never know I’m in the house, even when I’m right upstairs. One night. I was gone one night! You want me to go to church that bad? Fine. I’ll go. And every second I’m in there I’ll pray that one day bigots like you no longer exist.”
Her parents didn’t say anything, and she went upstairs with a quick “goodnight”.
The next morning, they went to church as planned. Chante didn’t say much. They all avoided eye contact. But by dinner that night, they were chatting as if nothing had happened. She finished her homework and went to bed pretty early that night.
“I just flipped.” Chante was walking to her locker with Ciara. “I don’t know why, it just happened.”
“You have this weird thing when it comes to Christianity. It’s not on purpose. You just seem to… naturally focus on all the bad things about it,” Ciara explained, “But it’s not all bad. I’m a Christian. I go to church every Sunday.”
“Which is why my parents don’t hate your ass as much as they hate some of my other friends. And I don’t have anything against Christianity. I respect all religions equally. But you’re probably a little right. It’s probably because it was flashed in my face when I was young that I had to believe it,” Chante confessed.
“Well I’ll catch up with you in class. I got to go talk to my teacher,” Ciara said, “You good?”
“Yeah. See you later.” Chante smiled as she walked away.
Man she was exhausted! She just needed something new. Something to distract her. Something fun.
“Hey there. And to think I’d thought you’d vanished from my life forever.”
Chante turned around quickly and saw a messy bunch of black hair and ocean blue eyes. Her expression quickly changed from a surprised one to a grin.
Something new, Someone new. Either way it was all good.
“I’m Damon Milano,” he said extending his hand.
Extending her own hand to shake his, she said, “Chante Evans.”
There you go. Chapter 3 is about Jevon.
Your smile makes me happy
And your tears make me cry.
Conflicting feelings start to form
And I have no idea why.
Logic has no place
In this feeling that I hold.
All I know is that when you’re not around
My whole world is cold.
With your amazing courage and sinful style
You strut around without a care.
And it’s that confidence that haunts my dreams
But heals my every nightmare.
I love when you’re here with me
And I miss you when you’re gone.
But then I feel lost and confused
Because these feeling are too wrong.
I should not feel the way that I feel
It is a crime to want you.
But I think that deep inside I don’t care
Because in the end I might just…love you.
