Anthony's Story by MELODY DUPREE (first ebook reader .txt) 📕

I pushed past them and found Michael huddled in a corner of the bathroom his knees pulled up to his chest and his eyes staring blankly like he had lost his vision. I pulled out a miniature flashlight and shined it in his eyes and it immediately registered that he had a concussion and I pulled out my phone to call his dad. A hand reached out for my phone and I looked at Michael and smiled when I saw the recognition slam him back to reality.

“Hey man are you okay,” I asked and he shook his head and burst into tears as I realized all he had on was boxers and a wife beater and that Junior was in the same thing with the exception of the blood that stained the front of his tank top crimson red.

“Hey man I am going to call your dad so he can get you somewhere safe okay,” I whispered and he nodded and I helped him up pulling him into a one armed hug as I heard Junior’s name called. I let him go and pushed him into the corner and turned my back to him so I could protect him without getting knocked unconscious.

Junior came into the room and glared at me so viciously I knew I was in deep shit. “So let me get this straight Michael: you will harp on us at school with that mass text alert for being gay when you’re in love with Anthony even though you claim you are straight. Why is that,” Junior sneered looking me up and down before turning his full attention to Michael.

I turned to look at Michael also and realized he looked younger than he actually was as he broke down and cried as all of his pent up anger and sadness at my ignorance of his feelings for me came out and he forced the confession out in front of me. I turned to Junior and sent him flying backwards into the wall with a punch that should have knocked him unconscious. I pulled Michael up onto his feet and forced him to make eye contact with me which caused him to throw his arms around me and cry into my shirt.

As I heard Junior get to his feet behind me, I raised Michael’s head and touched my lips to his lips and wrapped my arms around him to secure him to me. I let him continue to cry as I kissed him fervently and ran my hands up his back and into his hair. Behind me Junior let out a scream of rage and threw himself at the two of us and once more I threw him into the wall before turning back to Michael. I smiled sadly at him and shook my head quietly mouthing the words ‘I have to go’ and he nodded as I turned my back on him and walked over to Junior. I glared down at him with so much anger in my eyes he actually started to cry.

“Get out of here all of you because I want nothing to do with any of you anymore. The only time you will see me is in class and on the field for practice and the games. Because from now on I stand by Michael even if he did betray us. Do you understand me,” I snapped and the team nodded with Jason pulling Junior to his feet and leaving with the rest of the team.

Slowly I turned to Michael and pulled him into another hug and this time he met me halfway and was the one to start the kiss. He pulled me into his bedroom and pushed me backwards onto the bed and that was how his dad found us at eight o’clock that night.

“Michael I’m home are you packed and ready to go,” his dad called and I bolted upright on the bed sending Michael to the floor.

“Um no not really,” he called back with a sheepish smile on his face.

His dad came into the room and saw Michael’s position on the floor and my position on the bed and shook his head at the two of us.

“Michael please tell me you have not been making out with him when you should have been packing your room up,” his dad said and I looked up at him in shock.

“How did you know he was gay before us,” I asked and Michael looked sheepish.

“Because I know my son Anthony and that is how I know he hasn’t done any work all day long,” his dad said giving his son a pointed look.

“I have done some work because the rest of the living room is packed and ready to go which wasn’t like that this morning when you left,” Michael protested and his dad shot him a withering glare.

Michael closed his mouth and looked at me and I shrugged not seeing how I could help. Then it came to me: blame the team for what happened.

“Michael wasn’t able to finish because I had called him to see if he wanted help so he told me to come over. When I got here though the team had literally given him a concussion and I was about to call you when he snapped back to reality. Junior got really rude about Michael’s feelings for me and then me and him just sort of lost track of the day from there,” I said and his dad let out a sigh.

After the three of us spent the rest of the night packing Michael’s room I said goodbye to Michael and his dad for the last time after promising to keep in touch with them. I called my master and she came and picked me up and caught me in full on make out mode with Michael. I let him go and whispered goodbye one more time and then left in my masters car and that was the last time I saw Michael.

dear readers,

from now on it is going to flop between two points of views: Anthony's and Michael's. now that they are going to be in a relationship they have to cope and learn how to balance a long distance relationship. sorry for any inconvienence you may be experiencing if you thought this was a new chapter.

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                                                              ravensgirl52

 As I unpacked my new room it quickly dawned on me that I had no friends anywhere except for here if I can make them as easily as I did in Baltimore. But then I remembered that word travels and any gay guy in Washington D.C would not want to be my friend once they found out what I had done to my teammates at lunch that one day. I sat back on my newly made bed and looked out my bedroom window as the rain poured down on the outside. After about twenty minutes I grabbed my car keys and headed to my car to go and view the school I would be going to. Once there I hopped out of my car and walked to the football field to see if they were in the middle of practice so I could get a feel for the game before I tried out next year. I got to the field and found it in use as the Washington High Bruins practiced for this week’s game against the Woodson High School Indians from Fairfax County. I stood in the rain just in the shade of the bleachers so they didn’t think I was from the enemy team but anyways my car’s tail end was facing the field and they would be able to see that the plate was from Maryland. As I watched a strong wind blew the scent of my cologne towards the center of the field where the team had gathered in front of their coach to listen to his speech. The team captain’s eyes strayed away from the face of his coach and he zeroed in on the spot where I was standing, so I stood very still hoping he would not be able to see me in the darkness of the rain and shade.

“I think we are being spied on coach,” the boy said loud enough for me to hear and I quickly shied away from the place where I was hiding and walked over to them.

I kept my eyes open for hostile body language and aggressiveness as I approached but they seemed pretty relaxed, which was what had me on edge. Any time someone was at ease with being spied on it always meant you were going to get hurt sooner or later. I hoped it was later and not right now.

“What’s your name son,” the coach asked as he turned to face me and I looked up into his eyes with a defiant determination.

“I don’t like saying my name because of the ‘king of pop’ jokes that are always centered on my dad and me for our names,” I said and the other boys looked at me in shock while their coach nodded.

“Why would someone make jokes about the king of pop when they hear your name,” the team captain asked me.

“Three, two, one,” I thought and they all busted out laughing.

A small smile crossed my face but I knew the jokes would start soon, so I got to the point of why I was there.

“I was here because I just moved here from Baltimore, Maryland and I wanted to see how the football team here worked together and if it would be worth trying out for the team next year. I played varsity with my last team. We were literally the Baltimore demons on the field. Anything you could think of to throw at us we could overcome and beat you without going into overtime. Every season we went to the state championship and won bringing home the trophy to the excitement of all of Baltimore,” I said and they looked at me in amazement.

“Please tell us your team wasn’t Baltimore High because we play them next week in the final game of the season and that is the equivalent of the NFL Superbowl which we call nationals,” the team captain said.

“I did play for them. They were my former teammates which I just left behind yesterday,” I said and they exchanged a glance that said I had to give up Baltimore High’s best kept secret play.

I gladly started talking about the plays I