Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2017 12:29:37 -0600
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Cal King Chapter 3

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	In the last chapter, Cal went to his second day of work, and he had
a customer yell at him for serving the wrong sauce when she didn't specify
which one she wanted, just sent him to get her food, and he also dealt with
a small case of homophobia.

	Anyway, on to the story, and I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter Three.

[Cal]

	I wake before any of my siblings, take a quick shower, then get
dressed and go to the kitchen to make breakfast. It's just cereal, but I
know that as soon as they hear the clattering of it in the bowls, they'll
wake up and come rushing out. Sure enough, as I'm getting the milk out of
the fridge, all three of them are sitting at the table, waiting. I sit down
with them, and we eat breakfast.

	Then I check to make sure their homework is completed (which I know
it is, since I had them finish it yesterday, but I check to make sure it
goes into their backpacks if it got taken out for studying). After that, I
have them get dressed, and I walk them to their bus stops. There are two
bus stops for them, since they're in two different schools, the elementary
and middle schools.

	Travis can be left alone, but the twins have to have an adult at
their stop before I can go. Thankfully, there's always one there when I get
there with them, the mother of a boy in their grade who's overprotective of
her son. Not many people know it, but she's got mace and a stun gun hidden
in her purse, as well as a handgun.

	After making sure they're alright, I begin the walk to school. We
live too close to the high school for the bus to come to our house, but
that's fine by me.

	Today is the same as always. Another day, another class. The only
time anyone talks to me is my seventh-period, my Foods and Nutrition II
class. Next year, as a junior who's taken F&N I and II, I'll be able to
take Culinary Arts, the more advanced version of the class.

	"Today," Mrs. Guch, or Mrs. Grouch, depending on who's
talking. "We're making pizza dough, which we'll use to make pizza
tomorrow. Has anyone here ever made pizza from scratch before," I raise my
hand. "Other than Mr. King, that is."

	The class laughs. I've made almost everything this class has made,
something she learned quickly last year, when I was a freshman.

	"What kind of yeast did you use?" She asks.

	"Instant," I answer, and she nods.

	She starts prepping in my kitchen, showing us how to make the dough
properly, including me in the demonstration. My kitchen's right next to
hers, and the class is used to her grabbing me, since I know what she's
talking about and have done most of it before.

	The demonstration over, we all put on our aprons and then get to
work prepping the dough. I'm on dish duty this time, though I help just as
much with making the dough as I do on washing the dishes, mostly because my
kitchen struggles without my input or assistants. They're not stupid,
they're just in the class for the 'easy credits'.

	When school lets out, I head home and get started on my
homework. Need to work extra hard, now that I'm working, to make sure my
grades stay up.

	The twins arrive home first, and I have them put their things in
their room while waiting for Travis, who shows up fifteen minutes after the
twins. Once they're all home, I take the three of them with me to go
shopping. We walk there, it only takes us fifteen minutes.

	"I'm not going to be around as much," I say as I'm picking out
loafs of bread. "With my new job and everything, so Travis, I'm counting on
you to make sure they're fed before I get home. When I work on school
nights, I should be home by nine-thirty, at the latest, though I won't be
scheduled past eight, so I'll probably be home by eight-thirty. I'll check
your homework then, and then get you all into bed. I'll still make
breakfast for all of you in the mornings, but the amount of fresh food we
eat's going to go down, with me not being home to cook."

	"I can cook!" Travis exclaims.

	"Only a little," I ruffle his hair. "You can cook some. Do
spaghetti tomorrow. Go simple, though. I'm going to cook all the ground
beef tonight, then put it into the freezer. Just reheat it in the
microwave, dump it into a skillet, add the sauce, and allow to
simmer. We'll also be doing a lot of crockpot meals from now on, so don't
worry about cooking too much."

	"Crockpot meals?" Henry asks. He's noisy again today, and I wonder
if there's something going on with Greyson. "What are those?"

	"Where you stick something in a crockpot," I say. "And let it cook
all day. Since the rice maker is fairly easy to use, it's fine for
Travis. Just turn off the crockpot around five, that's when you should be
eating, anyway."

	We finish up our shopping and start the walk home. When I get
there, I get to work putting the groceries away, getting the twins and
Travis started on homework as I start the ground beef. While that's
cooking, I prepare the crockpot meals, sticking them into bags to be put
into the freezer.

	Dinner today is leftovers from what I brought home from work, which
we eat the rest of, then I work on my homework before getting the boys to
bed. I finish up my homework, then head to bed, letting Travis know I'll
only be home for a minute the next day before I head to work. He just nods
and mumbles, and as soon as I'm in bed, he's in my bed, too.

	In the morning, I make everyone pancakes, and as soon as the smell
hits the air, they all come running faster than they did the day
before. They love breakfast, but they love hot breakfast better than
cereal.

	Today, we make the pizza. I throw the dough a little bit, after
Mrs. Guch asks me if I've ever done it before. I learned how to do it to
entertain my brothers, and the texture is way better after it's done when
thrown than it does if it's not thrown and just pressed into the pan.

	The pizza ends up tasting amazing, and our class barely gets
everything cleaned up before the bell rings. Lucky for some of them, we've
gone over before, and when we do, missing buses happens. I'm glad I live
within walking distance of school.

	I head home, getting the boys started on their homework and getting
changed, leaving fifteen minutes before my shift starts, as David called me
on my way home to ask me to come in. I go to the break room and hang up my
jacket, grabbing my hat and apron and pull them on. When I turn around,
Garret's standing right behind me, causing me to jump.

	"A little warning next time!" I exclaim. "You just gave me a heart
attack."

	"Did they enjoy it?" He asks.

	"Yeah," I answer. "Thanks."

	"You're welcome," he dips his head to me, then leaves, and I'm left
wondering what just happened.

	My shift starts, and I get on the floor just as the bell
rings. It's a group of four high school girls. They're all wearing designer
clothes, and I don't recognize any of them. According to Emily, most of our
guests are from wealthier families than I am, and from better schools than
mine. She just doesn't know she told me that.

	"Hello!" I greet the customer. "Welcome to the Wolf's Dragon. My
name's Cal. How can we help you today?"

	"We've never been here before," one of the girls, who seems to be
in charge, says. One of the other girls is staring at me intently. "So
we're trying it for the first time because Tanya's boyfriend said it's a
good place to eat at. I want to know if the food here is, like, healthy."

	"All of our fruits and vegetables are fresh," I say. "And the meat
comes directly from the farms to here. Everything is organic, and we use
only the finest quality of ingredients. Our dairy comes from one of the
best organic farms in the area, and even our water is purified so well, you
wouldn't need a filter to remove anything from it, and it's so soft that it
never leaves spots on our dishes."

	"Yeah, but, like, are they, like, healthy," she says, moving her
head as she talks. "You can be organic but not healthy."

	"Indeed, so, ma'am," I say. "We don't fry anything here, and our
foods are made with only the best of organic, fresh products. The food here
is quite healthy, unless you go into our dessert menu, which is filled with
a variety of sweets. Would you like a table?"

	"Like, yeah," she says. "Why else would we be here?"

	"To request food to-go," I answer. "Or to cater, to find out if
we're hiring for a position, see if we just need an extra pair of hands for
a day, to ask what kind of menu we have, or because you think we're a
laundromat. Will it be just the four of you, or will there be more joining
later?"

	"Just the four of us," she says.

	"Right this way," I grab four menus and sets of silverware, leading
them to a table. "What would you like to drink? If you want the healthiest
option, I'd go with water, everything else is either soda or contains sugar
and/or fat."

	"Like, what kind of drink contains fat?"

	"Whole milk, two-percent milk, skim milk," I answer. "Skim milk
less so. Fat-free milk is usually fat-free, though might contain less than
half of a percent. Any drink using milk or yogurt as its base will also
contain fat, unless you order it fat-free, but those also come with sugar
in them, typically as a result of their ingredients, not due to it being
added in."

	"Like, give us a bit to decide, like, will you?"

	"Sure," I say. "Let me know when you're ready."

	The girl whose gaze was fixed on me stays on me as I go about my
job, leaving only a few times, such as to check the menu. That group of
girls is kind of noisy, and I can hear them from the other side of the
room. And make out every word they're saying. I stop by a couple more times
to see about their drinks, and they give me their orders the second time,
but have no idea what appetizers they want.

	"...and then he just, like, walked off!" The girl in charge of the
group says as I approach them.

	She's talking about this boy she tried asking out.

	"That's just, like, totally unbelievable," I say when I return to
their table, doing my best to imitate her way of talking and
gesturing. "Are you, like, going to let him talk to you like that?"

	"Excuse me," she waves a hand around. "This is, like, a private
conversation."

	"I could, like, hear you from the other side of the room," I mimic
her movement, and her group tries not to laugh. "So I totally thought it
was, like, an open conversation."

	"What are you, gay?" She asks.

	"What are you, straight?" I ask, and her group loses it, including
the girl who's been staring at me since they arrived. "Are you ladies ready
to order your meals yet? If not, we can start with appetizers."

	"Don't you sass me!" The girl snaps, then glares at her friends.

	"It there ain't sass, it ain't class," I say. "Would you like a
salad? Our salad of the day is-"

	"Why would you think I want a salad?" The girl demands. "Are you
calling me fat?"

	"On the contrary," I answer. "I simply assumed that, in order to
keep your form, you'd prefer something lower in calories and fat, and our
healthiest item on the menu that fits that description would be our salad
of the day. Judging by your previous comments about wishing for healthy
foods, I was able to reinforce that assumption that you'd prefer a salad
over any of the other items. Though to be honest, our entire menu is
healthy to start with, so anywhere you'd like is a good place to start, but
most have more calories than the salad."

	"I'd like a salad," she says.

	"Very well, then," I say. "Which kind? We have four, not including
the salad of the day."

	I get their orders taken, and their volume level drops for the rest
of the time they're here. That girl doesn't stop staring at me, and it kind
of creeps me out.

	"Okay," Emily approaches me after the girls leave. "I have to say,
you handled that group pretty well. I know you say this is your first job,
but are you sure about that? You seem like you've been working with people
a lot longer."

	"I go to a public school," I look at her. "Have to learn to deal
with difficult people. By the way, Table Twelve's drinks are looking
empty."

	She smacks me in the back of the head, then goes off to help her
customers. The rest of the shift is pretty uneventful, and at the end of
it, I've made eighty-seven dollars in tips. Tonight was a slow night, and I
actually got a sizable tip from the girls, though since the twenty was
under the staring girl's plate, I'm not sure how I feel about it.

	When I get home, Travis is helping Henry with his homework, and
Greyson is nowhere to be seen. I find him in his room, already
asleep. Yeah, there's definitely something going on, the twins never go to
bed separately. I go to tuck him in, and when my hand brushes his arm, it's
burning up. I grab our thermometer, use an alcohol pad to clean it off,
then get it in his mouth to take his temp. One-oh-three-point-two.

	I go to the bathroom and run a bath of cold water, grabbing ice
from the freezer and dumping it into the tub, the other two watching me, a
little confused. Greyson was probably hiding that he wasn't feeling
good. We don't have a lot of ice, but I hope it's enough to help. I turn
off the bath, then pull back Greyson's covers. He's wearing, as usual, just
a pair of shorts. I strip them off of him so he's in just his briefs, pick
him up, and carry him to the bathroom, setting him into the tub.

	"Cold!" He wakes with a start.

	"Stay in there," I say, and he nods, shivering, then falling back
asleep.

	Greyson's fever doesn't break until three in the morning, but as
he's getting out of the tub, he pukes. Thankfully, I managed to get him to
the toilet, first. Unfortunately, that means he can't go to school
tomorrow. Sorry, today. I wouldn't want him to, anyway.

	I get my brother dried off and into bed, then head to bed myself,
waking when Travis smacks me for not turning off my alarm. I prepare cereal
for everyone, realizing that I forgot to take one of the crockpot meals out
of the freezer and put it in the fridge to thaw. Sandwiches for dinner
tonight, I guess.

	"Hello," I say when the secretary answers the phone. "This is Cal
calling."

	"Oh, hello, Cal!" She greets me. This secretary is pretty
friendly. "How are things?"

	"Not bad," I answer. "Apart from Greyson. He's apparently been sick
the last couple of days, and his fever didn't break until early this
morning. He's also vomited a couple of times, so he's going to be staying
home from school."

	She says she'll let his teachers know, and then I get Henry and
Travis to their bus stops before going back home and checking on Greyson,
who's still asleep. I wake him up, and he looks at me, confused.

	"You're staying home from school today, okay?" I say, and he
nods. "You need to tell me you're sick before it gets to that point,
Greyson. I've put some instant oatmeal packets on the table, when you're
ready to eat something. Nothing other than that, okay?" He nods. "Okay,
good. And remember, if you start feeling bad again, go next door. I've
already let Mrs. Helen know you're sick and might be coming over. If you
feel like you need to go to the hospital, call 9-1-1, and when the EMT's
get here, tell them to call me at school, okay?"

	Once that's settled, I head to school, getting my homework down in
the time I've got left before classes and in my other classes, when I've
got a few minutes. Would have had it done yesterday, but I was too
preoccupied with Greyson.

	Greyson's asleep when I get home, but I wake him, asking him to
stay away until bedtime. He just nods, then curls back up on his bed, so I
tickle him until he gets up and goes to the living room to watch T.V. I get
some of my homework down, and Henry brings Greyson's missing work home with
him.

	Work tonight's pretty fun. Though it's slower than yesterday (which
is weird, for a Wednesday), and I make a total of thirty-seven dollars in
tips. As I'm getting ready to leave, Garret hands me another bag.

	"Tell him to feel better," is all he says before he hurries back to
the kitchen.

	How did he know my brother's sick?

	I get home to find all three of them watching T.V. on the
couch. They all look at the bag expectantly. Greyson's got a fever again,
but not as high as it was before. I go to put the food away to find that
Garret gave me a few different soups. I reheat some of one in a bowl and
give it to Greyson, telling him to eat it as I get the others in bed. Once
his food's gone, I get him in bed, put a crockpot meal in the fridge, and
then get the rest of my homework done, checking on everyone before heading
to bed, myself.

	I keep Greyson home on Thursday, am called in due to it being busy,
and that night, Garret sends me home with more soup, telling me to tell him
to feel better. Seriously, how does this guy know that Greyson's sick? He's
gone before I can ask, back to work as soon as he's given the bag to me.

	Friday, Greyson feels well enough to go to school, so I get him
dressed and ready with everyone else. He's still quiet, though, probably
still recovering from the illness that hit him. The pace at work picks up a
lot, and we're pretty slammed.

	Today is when the next fun event happens. Not long after my shift
starts, I seat a pair of blond-haired, blue-eyed boys about a year younger
than me, who are clearly a couple. They flirt quite a bit, and tease each
other a lot. They're both kind of cute, to be honest. The girl who was
staring at me all through her meal on Tuesday shows up, too, along with her
boyfriend, who's apparently that hot Cam guy from Saturday. Dammit, of
course he's straight and taken.

	I seat them, and then Emily grabs me as I'm going to grab Table
Eight's appetizers, the gay boys. She tells me that they're in here every
Friday for a date, and to not be surprised by how much Zack, one of the
boys, puts down.

	I'm not prepared for that. He orders enough food for six people,
while boyfriend only orders enough for two. The boyfriend's apparently a
soccer player, while Zack does martial arts and not much else. They're
actually pretty friendly and love chatting, though Zack's a fair bit
quieter than his boyfriend.

	As I serve others, a lady I seated a few minutes ago grabs me.

	"Please don't touch the staff," I say as politely as possible. "To
ensure that we don't drop yours, or anyone else's, food."

	"Sorry," she says, glancing at the gay boys sitting at the table
beside hers. "Can you please ask them to leave?"

	"Pardon?" I ask.

	"Their kind don't belong here," she gestures to the two boys. "They
shouldn't be allowed out in public. Why would your owner let them be here?
You need to ask them to leave, before they corrupt the rest of us."

	"Ma'am," I say. "The owner, David, is happily married to a man, so
I don't think he has an issue with allowing two gays to eat here. Also, if
you didn't notice the sign on the window, it said that all are welcome, and
even listed gays and unicorns as accepted people in the specified list. May
I ask you if you enjoyed your meal?"

	"I did," she says. "Though now that I know that this place is run
by one of their kind, I won't be coming back."

	"That's fine," I say. "Our lesbian head chef and two gay chefs
would probably appreciate not having a homophobe in the building. And we
only have three chefs. Are you ready to pay?"

	She pays, but leaves no tip. That's fine, I would have given it to
the chefs anyway. When Zack and his boyfriend leave, they pay for their
meal. Do they really spend over a hundred dollars here a week? As I'm
clearing their table, I have to stop and grab Emily pulling her behind the
counter.

	"What?" She asks.

	"Those boys," I show her the tips, and she laughs. "What?"

	"They're heavy tippers," she says. "They both typically pay about
twenty-percent of the cost of the meal in tips, making it about a
forty-percent tip. On nights where there's hate that's dealt with quickly
and easily, they give a bigger tip. Zack and Jake are two of our favorite
customers, because they're always so polite and kind. It's why I told you
to tell them it's theirs in the kitchen - so they'd expedite their meal and
give them bigger portions."

	Cam and Tanya finish up their meal a few minutes later. They're
both friendly, and Cam pays, leaving a tip at the same time. It's a hefty
tip, too.

	"Before we go," Cam says while we stand at the register. "Mind if I
ask you something?"

	"Depends on the question."

	"Are you gay?"

	"I don't think," I say. "That my sexuality is any of your
business."

	"Do you go to Lakeview?"

	"And if I do?"

	"Then be careful," he says. "I'm a twin, and my brother looks
remarkably like me. He's also out and proud, and with your looks, he'll
probably start flirting with you on his first day, which is when he moves
here next month. If you're not gay, it'd be best if I warned him. If you
are, be careful, because he's aggressive with the flirting until he gets a
date, when he sets his sights on someone. He usually waits a few days in a
new town, but...as soon as he sees you, he'll go right for you, and Tessa
agrees."

	"Plus," Tessa says. "We've both got functional gaydars."

	And then they leave, having told me that they know I'm gay without
me ever telling them, and that I'm going to be flirted with by an openly
gay guy. School's going to be a pain starting sometime next month.

	Tonight's a huge night for me, in terms of tips. It was busy,
too. Two hundred, twenty-six dollars in tips.

	As I'm getting my tips, David hands me my paycheck from Saturday as
well.

	"Sir," I say after checking it. "Isn't minimum for hosts two
thirty-seven?"

	"I don't believe in that nonsense," he waves a hand. "We use
high-quality foods, we have high-quality chefs, and our prices are
comparable, yet we have enough business to pay minimum to everyone. I'm not
going to skimp on that just so I can get a fatter paycheck."

	"Minimum for a minor is seven seventy-five," I say. "Adults is
fifty cents more. This is neither of those."

	"Nine an hour is starting," he says. "Now go home and get some
rest, you'll be here bright and early tomorrow. You've been doing good so
far, just make sure you don't cross a line anywhere. Have a good night, and
get some rest."

	"Thank you, sir," I say.

	When I go to leave, Garret's waiting with another bag.

	"Glad to hear he's better," he hands me the bag, and then goes back
to the kitchen.

	Okay, dude. That's seriously creepy. How the hell do you know how
my brother's doing, Garret?

	"What's that look for?" Emily asks me as I'm leaving.

	"Garret," I say, and she lifts an eyebrow. "He seems to know how my
brother's doing. He was sick the last few days, and Garret knew that. He
also knew, somehow, that my brother's good today."

	"What grade is he in?"

	"Fourth."

	"Does he go to Lakeside Elementary School?" She asks, and I
nod. "Garret and Braden have an adoptive son who goes there, in the fourth
grade. People tend not to notice Garret, so he's probably seen you with
your brother before, and their son talks a lot about his classmates,
especially when they get sick, usually with Garret's brother, our shy
dishwasher. Probably how he knows."

	Oh. That explains it.

	"What's his name?" I ask.

	"Nolan Hunters," she answers.

	"I'll ask if they know him," I say, then head home. When I get
home, Travis is watching T.V. while the twins are playing chess at the
table. "Got food today. Also, do you two know a boy named Nolan Hunters?"

	As soon as I say that name, their faces light up and Henry starts
talking about him. I've never heard of this kid before, but they're all
apparently friends.

	"Whoa, there, boys!" I laugh. "How come I've never heard about this
friend before?"

	"Well," Henry says as their faces turn red. "Um...Nolan has two
dads. Everyone says that's bad and make fun of him for it. We want to hang
out with him, but we thought you wouldn't like that, because he's got two
dads instead of a mom and a dad."

	"Let me get this straight," I say. "You never mentioned a friend to
me because you thought I wouldn't like him because he's got gay dads?" They
both nod. "Have you ever heard me say a negative thing about gays?" They
shake their heads. "Have I ever given any indication that I don't accept
someone because of who they love?" They shake their heads. "Haven't I
always told you to accept someone for who they are?" They both nod. "And
don't you know I'm gay?" They both nod. "Please give me your logic on your
thoughts of my thoughts of his parents."

	They look at each other and think, then look back at me and
shrug. I roll my eyes.

	"His dads work at my job," I say. "Both of them. Also, I'm going to
be leaving in the morning, and won't be back until sometime tomorrow
night. Do you two think you can behave for Travis tomorrow?"

	They both nod, and I put the food in the fridge, getting my
brothers to bed before working on what's left of my homework. At the same
time, I'm wondering what kind of line David's talking about. He really
needs to be more clear on that.

~~END OF CHAPTER THREE~~

	Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! As always,
feedback, comments, questions, suggestions, etc. is welcome! I try to reply
to all emails.

	Trivia bit: the Zack and Jake I mentioned are from the first
romance/erotica I ever wrote, and Zack's story is one of the three options
given as a possible next King to be written, to those who've been reading
NLXK.
	Mrs. Guch was inspired by a real person, but isn't based on her,
and Mrs. Helen, to those who've been reading NLXK, is Sam and Sean's
mother.

	Thanks for reading, and look forward to Chapter 4!