Listen // c.a

Birthday party

"Hey, are you here for the party?" A guy with short dreads asked Chresanto. Chresanto looked confused, he didn't know there was a party going on. He was just walking on the sidewalk infront of this big house, and they guy just asked him the question.

"Yeah, it's here right?" Chres lied. The guy nodded, and opened the door wider for Chres to step in.

Chresanto walked up the long pathway, and up to the front door. When he walked in, he see lots of bodies all over each other. Some people were drinking, some were smiling. Typical party.

"Oh hi!" A man screamed, coming up to Chresanto, touching his shoulder. Chres tensed up, and snatched the mans hand off of him. "Do I know you?" Chresanto asked him, giving him a weird face. "You don't remember me?? I have you head on my desk in high school!" The guy said all exitedly. Chres made a disgusted face. "You don't remember? You told me it was the best head ever!" The guy said all dramatically. Chresanto shook his head, staring hard at the guy, trying to remember who the fuck he was. "Um, I'm not gay. So I wouldn't have let you do that. I think it was someone else." Chresanto said, and tried walking away but the guy stopped him. "Chresanto." He said lowly. "That's your name!" Chresanto whipped his head around and stared at him, giving him the evil eye. Nobody was supposed to know his name, and if they did they had to die.

"How does he know your name!?" "You told him your name!? Now he might tell everyone your name!"

The voices yelled at him. "I'm Marcus." The boy smiled, holding out his hand, and Chresanto looked at it in pure disghust. "Since you don't remember, want me to bring back your memories upstairs?" The guy asked. Chresanto turned around and hurriedly walked into the kitchen. "I'm not gonna kill him yet, I want to stay here a little bit longer." Chresanto said to himself -the voices.

"You need to kill him!"

"He's gonna keep bothering you!"

"Nobody is supposed to know your name!"

"Your not gay? Your the biggest faggot of them all!"

Every voice had something to say at him. He felt like he disappointed the voices, and he hated to do that. Chresanto really didn't know how Marcus or whatever his name was, knew his name.
Chresanto walked over to the fridge, and got a beer. He downed it quickly, then went on the search for Marcus. Drunk people danced all over the dance floor and bumped into Chres, making him mad. Chresanto finally spotted Marcus all up on the Dj.
"Hey, Marcus." Chres said tapping Marcus' shoulder. "Oh hey Chresanto!" He said exitedly. Chresanto Smirked, just thinking of all the hurtful things that he could do to Marcus. They exited him, and he couldn't wait to kill him. Chresanto wasn't gay, so he wouldn't have sex with him or please him, he would just hurt him in any way that was possible at the moment. Sure, he may receive head from a man, but he would never lie in bed with a man.
"I think I need you to refresh my memory." Chres said, winking. Winking was one of his signature moves, catching the women's attention, making them drop their panties at any second for him. And all the guys obey his every command.
Marcus grabbed Chresanto's hand, and he quickly snatched it away. "Don't touch me." Chresanto said, and gave him a disgusted look.

"Yeah, if he touches you, then you might become an even bigger faggot."

The woman's voice said, laughing.
Chresanto followed Marcus to his car, and got into the passengers seat. "How about your house?" Chresanto asked. 'What's better but to die in your own home?' Chresanto thought, and chuckled to himself.

"Do you have any handcuffs? I like kinky shit." Chresanto said, eyeing him. They were standing in Marcus' room, not awkwardly, simply because Chresanto was looking around. "Yes, I love kinky sex." Marcus said exitedly, and ran over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of hand cuffs.
Chresanto snatched the handcuffs from Marcus, and he smirked at him. "Eager are we?" Marcus laughed, and Chresanto slowly nodded.