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           I remember a time when I enjoyed doing a photoshoot with Jamal. We’d smile and have fun while the photographer snapped shots of us and the mood would be so genuine. After the photoshoot, we’d go back home and have sex like two wild animals. Hell, there were times where we couldn’t even make it home and we’d have to get it on in the back of his Chevrolet Tahoe. I truly missed those moments. Now, five years into our relationship, I constantly found myself wondering if being with him was still worth it.

           “Turn your head toward me,” the photographer directed as he got in position to take another shot.

           I turned my head towards him while facing the wall and he snapped a few shots of me. When I looked up and saw the way Jamal was watching me from across the room, a shiver ran up my spine. I could tell he was still angry because of the argument we had the night before. He hadn’t said a word to me that morning but every time he stared at me; I could feel his anger. When the time came for him to join me, he finally spoke to me.

           “I wanna do a separate shoot, Corey,” he told me as he took his shirt off. “I’m not really in the mood to do that lame ass couple shit.”

           “Lame ass couple shit?” I asked. “You really are on some other shit today. We’re supposed to send in solo pics and pics of us together. They’re not gonna pick us for the ad if we don’t.”

           “So?”

           “Jamal…”

           “Can you go the fuck on already? You’re done.”

           “This little pissy attitude of yours is really getting old. I can’t believe you’re this mad because I used the last bit of laundry detergent last night. It is not that damn serious. All you had to do was take your ass down to the store and buy some more.”

                                           Me (Corey McMillan)

           “It ain’t even about that.”

           “Oh, what the fuck ever, Jamal. I’ve had it with you picking petty shit to argue with me over. And I’m tired of defending your stank ass attitude whenever my friends are visiting.”

           “Fuck your bitch ass friends. All they do is talk shit and eat my food and junk up my apartment.”

           “Your apartment?!”

           “Yes! I pay most of the bills up in that mothafucka! You’ve had it with me, huh? I’ve been had it with your sorry ass! Now get the fuck out my way!” He pushed me out of the way so that he could begin his session with the photographer.

                                               Jamal Grant

           The date July 22, 2009 is a date that I will never forget. It was a cloudy Wednesday afternoon and while I wasn’t necessarily looking forward to Pastor Ballard’s Bible study, I was excited about choir rehearsal because our choir director Mr. Hankinson had agreed to play a song that I composed myself. I’d been trying to get him to use one of my compositions since I began writing music. I wasn’t much of a gospel lyricist so Mr. Hankinson wrote words for the music, and they were amazing. I couldn’t wait to sing the song with the choir for the first time and I really couldn’t wait to sing it for the church that following Sunday. However, it wasn’t my music that made July 22, 2009 memorable. It turned out to be the day I experienced a miracle.

           “You’re not gonna change my mind,” Kareem said to me while putting on his Jordans. “I’m done with school, Ant.”

           “Why now?” I asked while looking at myself in the mirror to make sure my tie was on right. “Baby, why would you drop out of school right before our senior year?”

           “Because it’s pointless. I’m not goin’ to college or doin’ anything important so I don’t see why I should waste my time.”

           “So, being at school with me is a waste of your time?”

           “That ain’t what I meant and you know it. Anthony, I’m just done with that shit. I’m done with it. I’m a grown ass man. Fuck…I mean, forget school. I got other stuff I need to be worried about.”

           Kareem Taylor had been my boyfriend for a little over a year but we’d known each other since elementary school. He was my best friend up until sixth grade, which was when he began picking on me and hanging out with the bad boys at school. I later figured out he picked on me because he liked me and even though I liked him, too, neither of us built up the nerve to do anything about it until the end of our tenth-grade year. I wrote him a letter basically telling him that I wanted us to be boyfriends. He came to my house after school that day and gave me my first kiss. And just like that, we were together.

           Asa Nichols drank from his glass of single malt Scotch while listening to a speech by his soon-to-be stepbrother, Ellis. Their parents, longtime business partners, were finally announcing their engagement to the public and Ellis was explaining to the company shareholders how the upcoming marriage would only strengthen the value of ApexCloud, the family business. It was the fifth anniversary of the death of Asa’s father, yet he was there at the Wise estate to celebrate his mother’s engagement to the man who founded ApexCloud with his late father.

           While Asa was a midlevel marketing exec for the company, Ellis was the head of public relations and the company’s spokesman. The company had been going through recent troubles and was under investigation for a number of criminal and ethics violations. With his natural ability to charm and mesmerize anyone he spoke to, Ellis easily answered questions from some shareholders and evaded questions from others. It wasn’t long before he was making his way around the room to converse with the guests and further calm any worries the shareholders may have had.

           “You are something else, man,” Asa said the moment Ellis stepped out onto the balcony.

           “You’ve been saying that about me for years,” said Ellis with a smirk. “I thought you were gonna skip this shindig tonight?”

           “And miss watching my best friend work the room like only he could? Man, whatever that shit is you use on people, they don’t teach it at Harvard.”

           “It’s all about knowing what people want to hear and phrasing it in a way that’s most palatable to them.”

           Asa leaned against the railing and stared into Ellis’ eyes before asking, “You still hate it, don’t you?”

                                                    Asa Nichols

           Ellis nodded and then asked back, “And you?”

           “You know it, man. You know it.”

           Although they were polar opposites when it came to everything from personality to sexuality, Asa and Ellis truly were best friends. Their fathers had been best friends since high school, so the two were raised together. Neither of them had siblings; therefore, their relationship resembled one of brothers at times. However, there had been an unsaid tension between them ever since the night of their senior prom. It had been nearly ten years since that night, yet the tension was there whenever they were around one another. The only thing that kept them from addressing the tension was the ambiguity of its source.

           “We can wait it out in here until everyone is gone,” Ellis said while leading Asa into his father’s entertainment suite.

                                                     Ellis Wise

           Senior year at Braxton-Jacobs High was definitely a game-changing year for me. I’d gone from being somewhat of a nerd with a handful of friends to being cool with almost all of my peers. I say almost all because although I’d completely changed my image, there was one girl who still treated me like shit. Her name was Danielle Murphy and we used to be cool until seventh grade. For whatever reason, she became a major bitch to me and made it her mission to always fuck up my day. She once talked her friends into playing a prank on me where they somehow got the combination to my locker, stole my books, and tossed them in trash bins all around the school. Needless to say, I desperately wanted to get even.

           “Noah, how do you think you did on Mrs. Howell’s test?” my friend Caiden asked me as we sat in the senior lounge during our free period.

           “I know I got an A,” I answered confidently. “I mean, every question on the test came straight out of things that happened in chapters ten, eleven, and twelve from the book.”

           “Yeah, but I’m sure she put in a few trick questions.”

           “Even if she did, I know I still got an A.” The bell rang for seventh period and I asked him, “Are you staying after school today for the cyberteam meeting?”

                                              Me (Noah Ross)

           “Not today but I’ll definitely be at Thursday’s meeting when we get to hack computer systems again.”

           I rolled my eyes and said, “Of course you wouldn’t miss that. I’ll see you later, Caiden.”

           “Later, Noah.”

           We headed out of the senior lounge in separate directions. I was on my way to advanced biology in the building next door when I heard her annoying voice call out, “Girl, you gone be late if you don’t twirl and skip your fruity ass to your next class.”

           I rarely used Grindr because it was full of fake profiles and paranoid DL men, but I was in a mood that night. I was swiping through profiles when a guy messaged me his phone number. I checked out his profile but the only pic he had up was a pixelated pic of what looked like a pair of shoes. I sent him a message back saying I wasn’t interested and when he asked why, I told him because he had no pics up. He then sent a message telling me to call him and I wouldn’t regret it. I was going to block him and move on but something told me to give it a try. So, I called him.

           “Wassup,” he said to me after answering the call on the second ring.

           “Are you gonna send me a pic?” I asked immediately.

           He laughed and said, “Why send a pic when you can come see me in public?”

           “Your profile said you’re on the low. How can we meet in public if you’re on the low?”

           “Ain’t nobody really in here right now. The store will be closin’ soon.”

           “Store? What store?”

           “Target. I’m in the snack shop part of the store. If you wanna meet up then get yo fine ass down here. Your pics look sexy as fuck, bruh.”

           Flattered, I laughed a little and asked, “You’re at the Target in Fairmount Plaza?”

           “Yep. I’m sittin’ at a table with my dick on brick thinkin’ about what yo head game must be like. Them lips look like they can do some damage. I ain’t never been sucked up by a dude before.”

           “You haven’t?”

           “Nah, but I heard y’all know what to do. I need my dick slurped on and gagged on for real. I ain’t nutted in over a week.”

           “Alright, let me throw on some clothes and I’ll come meet you. If you’re on any kind of bullshit, I swear I will put you on blast in public.”

           He laughed again and said, “Bruh, I ain’t on that bullshit. You’ll see.”

           “I’ll be there shortly.”

           “Bet.”

           I ended the call and tried not to get excited or get my hopes up. I really needed some dick that night and I admit I was a little turned on by the fact that he’d never been with another guy before. True curious men were like unicorns and it was always amazing seeing their reactions to some of the things I’d do to them. Before leaving to go meet up with my Grindr hookup, I told myself that if it didn’t work out then I could still jackoff while one of my anal toys was up in my ass.

                                                  Me (Marc)

          “Kaleb,” my stepdad Leonard called out from downstairs. “Boy, get down here!” I could tell by his tone that he was upset about something. I finished the comic book I was reading before leaving my room and going downstairs to the kitchen. He was standing there holding a full trash bag. “Boy, didn’t I tell you to take this trash out this morning?”

          “I was going to,” I explained. “I’m meeting up with my friends later and I was gonna take it out on my way out later.”

          “Oh, you’re meeting up with your friends, huh?”

          “Yeah.”

          “Not anymore. You’re grounded.”

          “For what?”

          “For not doing what I say. Now take this trash out right now.”

          “This isn’t fair.”

          “What?” He took a step towards me. “I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

          “I said…” I stopped myself and gave up. “I’m sorry.”

          “Yeah, that’s what I thought you said. I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately, but you better cut it out. You’re not in college yet. You’re still living under my roof which means you do what I say. You got that?”

          “Yes, sir.”

          “And don’t even think about going to your mother to get off of punishment. The baby is gonna be due in a few weeks and she doesn’t need the stress.”

          “Yes, sir.” I took the trash from him and stepped out of the kitchen patio doors.

          I will forever hate the day my mama met Leonard back when I was nine. He was the worst stepdad anyone could ask for. Not only was he mean to me all the time, but it also seemed like he made it his mission to fuck with me on a day-to-day basis. In the beginning, I had hope that their relationship wouldn’t last and it would go back to how it was, just me and mama. However, by their eighth anniversary, I gave up. And then mama got pregnant so I knew there was no chance in hell they’d get a divorce anytime soon.

          So after taking the trash out, I went back upstairs to my room. I texted my friends and told them I wouldn’t be meeting up with them at the arcade. I was so mad that I could barely see straight. My whole fucking day was ruined for nothing. Instead of playing games at the arcade and then getting pizza with my friends, I was gonna be stuck up in my room reading comics. Life truly sucks sometimes.

                                       Me (Kaleb Moore)

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