CHAPTER ONE
Los Angeles California
Chresanto's P.O.V
I wake up to the sound of my alarm ringing in my left ear. I reach over to turn off my alarm, hitting and knocking over everything but my alarm. After a few attempts I finally hit the button to turn off my alarm. I have one more day before I have to start my first day of school. I should go to the dance studio and blow off some steam. . I've been feeling many emotions lately due to my father has been drinking more often.
I quickly get out the bed shower, get dress and head down stairs. I come down stairs to see my father; Jonathan looks me dead in the eye. He is drinking a 40oz beer. I see 3 more empty bottles on the ground. I try to head out the door as quickly as possible. I'm stopped dead in my tracks as my father Jonathan's loud voice BOOM though the small house. "AYE BOY, Bring me home some beer when you get back from fucking some random bitches" For some reason he thinks I'm having sex with girls around town. "I'm 16, I'm not old enough to buy beer dad" When I turn around to face my father, a hand hits me across the face, "You're fucking worthless." My father's words hurt me more than his blows can ever can. I put my hand on my face as I hold back a tear. I quickly dash out the door as a single tear escape my eye. I wipe it before it becomes noticeable.
On the way to the dance studio I have to pass though the roughest part of my neighborhood. I meet up with Craig and Rayan. "What's up man?" Rayan greets. "Hey man" Craig adds on. I smile, "Nothing man, just bout to go to make some shit happen." Craig smiles, knowing exactly where Chresanto is going. "So roc, maybe we should make some stuff happen next week" I smile, Craig is almost as good of a dancer as I am. He needs more practice to get to my awesomeness. Rayan catches the eye of the neighborhood's open gay guy. Rayan and Craig are huge homophobias. They have thrown bricks through his windows and wrote "FAGGOT" across his door in red spray paint. " Ight man imma go mess with this little faggot" Rayan spats and follows after the man while Craig follows Rayan. They are both my best friends and I can't tell them my darkest and deepest secrets because of what they might do. I sigh as I restart my walk to the dance studio.
I enter the dance studio to see a handsome kid about my age dancing. His routine is better than mine. I can see he has been dancing for a long time. I walk over to the corner of the dance floor and put my bag down. I see a very expensive bag while I put my bag down. It must be that kid's bag. That bag costs like $200; how he could afford it I have no idea. He must have stolen it like most people in our neighborhood. I notice he and I are the only ones in the dance studio. I look at him and notice he is shirtless. He has perfect abs... STOP IT! I mentally slap myself trying to get
myself together. I have been trying to fight this faggot shit that has been slowly taking over my body lately. I'm not gay. I hate fucking faggots. The boy turns around. "Hello" he says, he has no bass in his voice what so ever he sounds like a girl. He must be a little faggot. "What up" I say with all the base I could possible put in my voice. "I'm Jacob" the boy says with a little base in his voice. I can smell him all the way over in the corner he smells like... A FUCKING GIRL. God I hate these fucking faggots trying to be girls. I can't even dance without running into one. He starts to walk over to me smiling. He walks over to me and sticks his hand out for me to shake it. I shake his hand, damn is he strong. I notice the sweat on his chest. I lick my lips. I catch myself before I can full on stare at him. SNAP OUT OF THIS FUCKING FAGGOT SHIT ROC! Mentally hitting myself even stronger. "They call me Roc, but my name is Chresanto" the boy smiles. "So do you hang out here often" I bite my lip and once again and start to stare at his shirtless abs, "Like what you see?" SHIT he saw me staring. I grab my bag and rush out the door. I can't let these faggots get in my head I think as I exit out the door. "YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!" I hear him shout out the door before I rushed out.
I make my way home. I try my hardest to forget about that encounter. I look at the mailman putting some mail in our mailbox. I make my way to the mailbox. I open it and take out the mail. Shuffling though it I see a letter with my name. I smile and open it, "Mr. Chresanto August you have been accepted to Loyola High School, please visit http://www.loyolahs.edu for more information!" I jump for joy. I'VE BEEN ACCPETED! I start tomorrow! My dreams have finally come true! I run into the house. I run up the stairs and into my room. I'm so happy about this but I still can't get the thought of that handsome boy named Jacob out of my mind...
END OF CHAPTER ONE
