Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2017 14:24:15 -0600
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Cal King Chapter 4

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	This story is not a quick jack-off story. If you are looking for
that, you would be best going to another story. If you are interested in
not just the sex, but also the lives of the characters and their romances
and dramas, then read on, and I hope you enjoy it!

	In the last chapter, Cal is called into work several times, his
brother Greyson gets sick, and he learns that Garret and Braden have an
adoptive son named Nolan, who is in class with the twins, and that Garret's
younger brother is the restaurant's dishwasher.

	Chapter 4 enters into a two-part antagonism arc, which concludes
with Chapter 5, where other arcs will begin. This is the only major
antagonism arc planned for NLCK, but there will be other issues that arise
after this arc's conclusion. There's a note after this chapter ends about
NLCK.

	Anyway, on to the story! Hope you enjoy it!

	And yes, I totally forgot to name NLCK Chapter 3.

~~CHAPTER FOUR – Threats~~

[Cal]

	Today is the dreaded day. The day that Cam's twin brother (who is
aparently also a Cam) starts school with me. I really hope I don't have him
in any of my classes, just to avoid any headache.

	When I get to school, I go to my first period class as always and
take my seat in the back. Honors Chemistry. Please let him be stupid, and
if not, have him in the only other Honors Chem class.

	Five minutes before the morning bell goes off, I know my luck was
not high. In walks a boy who looks remarkably like Cam, with the same brown
hair and amber eyes, a similar nose and smile on his face. Jawline's
stronger, though, and his cheekbones are just a little bit higher than his
brother's. And his I.D. has 'Camden' on it.

	Crap.

	He scans the handful of us that are in here, and the moment he sees
me, he walks straight over, taking the seat beside mine. Unfortunately,
that's the only available seat in class, which means I'll be stuck next to
him until the next seating arrangement, if there's another one, and he's
probably only picking the seat because it's next to someone he finds hot,
not knowing that it's the only empty seat in class.

	"Hi!" He greets me. "I'm Cam!"

	"Not interested in your flirting," I don't look up from the
textbook I'm reading. "So please, find yourself another target."

	"Greeting someone isn't flirting."

	"Other Cam's told me all about you."

	"You know Cam?" He sounds bewildered. "He lives on the other side
of town."

	"He takes his girlfriend on dates to my work," I say. "They warned
me that you'd start flirting with me as soon as you saw me."

	"That doesn't look like Chemistry," he says. "What is that?"

	"Microbiology," I answer. "Do you mind? I'm trying to study."

	"For such a cute guy," he says. "Sure."

	And he falls silent, but doesn't stop watching me with a slight
smile on his face. As soon as the bell rings, the pledge is done, and the
teacher officially assigns Cam to next to me, I raise my hand.

	"Yes, Mr. King?" Mr. Denny, the teacher, asks, looking
curious. Probably because, as one of the quieter students, I never raise my
hand, and being smarter than him, I never need help.

	"I think," I say. "That it'd be best if you assigned him to a seat
as far away from me as possible. So far away, in fact, that it's as if he's
not even in this class."

	"And what reason might you have for that?" He asks.

	"I'm not a big fan of him," I state. "And I already wish to hang
him up by his entrails."

	"My entrails?" Cam asks. "What's that?"

	"Your intestines," I look at him. "Ever been disemboweled before?"

	"Is that where you remove someone's intestines?" He asks.

	"Yes," I say. "And I will hang you up by them while they're still
attached to your body if you flirt with me one more time."

	"Homophobia is not allowed in this class," Mr. Denny says to me.

	"I've got no issue with him being gay," I look back at the
teacher. "My issue is that he won't stop flirting with me after I told him
to shut up so I could do some light reading."

	"I just watched you," Cam says. "Your focused gaze staring at those
pages made you that much hotter, Callum. Wait - did you call a microbiology
textbook 'light reading'?"

	"Never call me Callum," I look at him. "Unless you want me to
insert your tongue into your own rectum. It's 'Cal', and nothing else."

	"Hello, Cal, and nothing else," Cam grins at me.

	"Let's get on with the lesson!" Mr. Denny looks irritated. "And
Mr. King - please stop threatening Camden."

	"Sir," Cam raises a hand. "Much like my brother, I prefer to go by
'Cam' over my full name."

	"You have a brother who goes here?" Mr. Denny asks looks a little
frightened.

	"He goes to E.A. High School," Cam shakes his head. "Cameron
Thompson. We don't know what our parents were thinking, giving us both
names that start with 'Cam', but they did, and so we both go by it to screw
with people."

	"I'll note down that that's what you prefer," Mr. Denny says, then
starts class.

	Today is a review period, so for most of it, Mr. Denny's just
asking questions that could be on our test, and then he lets us talk for
the last ten minutes of the period. Cam tries talking with me, and it
distracts me from trying to study.

	"So why are you attempting microbiology?" He asks. "Shouldn't you
focus on your classes here?"

	"Shouldn't you be minding your own business?" I finally snap. "And
for the record, I probably know more about Chemistry than Mr. Denny. Talk
to me again while I'm trying to study, and I will pluck out your eyeballs
and stick them someplace unpleasant."

	At least that gets him to shut up.

	"Okay, class!" Mr. Denny says as the bell rings. "Don't get settled
in tomorrow, we'll be having a new seating arrangement."

	Thank you.

	"Dude," I hear Cam say to Mr. Denny as I'm packing my stuff up and
leaving. "That dude is cray. Did you see that smile on his face? It never
left as he made those threats."

	I was smiling during all of that? Didn't even realize it. I might
have been working at the Wolf's Dragon for too long, and it's not even been
a month yet. Not until next Tuesday, anyway.

	Much to my dismay, Cam is in my third-period Public Speaking class,
my fifth-period lunch, and my seventh-period cooking class.

	"Hey, Mrs. Guch," I approach her while she's in her own kitchen,
grabbing some stuff to start our next lab. "Can you do me a favor and not
put the new kid at my table? I see him lounging around, waiting for class
to start before picking his table, and as soon as I walk away from you,
he'll probably follow me."

	"Too much hassle?" She asks.

	"I'll be tempted to bake him into a pie."

	"Got it," she nods, then looks past me. "You're Camden, right?"

	"I prefer Cam," Cam approaches, grinning. "How may I help a lady as
wonderful as I hear you are?"

	"We've got open spots at Kitchen Two and Kitchen Four, the other
kitchens are full. You can have a seat now, class is about to start."

	"What kitchen are you in?" Cam asks me.

	Crap. Two is across from mine, and Four is next to mine. Mrs. Guch
gives me an apologetic look.

	"I'm in Five," I answer. "We're full. Not that I'd want to be at
your table, I'd be tempted to chop off your hands the moment you opened
your mouth."

	"You know you love me," he grins, taking a seat at Kitchen Two.

	Mrs. Guch mouths that she's sorry, and I take a seat by the oven in
my kitchen, so that I'm as far from his seat as possible. He's sitting in
the aisle seat, wating me, and I pull out a book.

	"What are you studying now?" He asks.

	"Microbiology still," I look up at him. "I'm going to stuff your
heart down your throat, shut up."

	"Why are you threatening the new kid?" Sam asks me. "That's not
very nice, Cal. And you told him you were going to cut off his hands,
too. What's your issue?"

	"They've been bantering all day," Kim, the only girl in my kitchen,
says. She's in all of my classes, and usually is. Not planned, just how the
scheduling system and our interests works out. "You should've heard some of
the other threats Cal made."
	Mrs. Guch demonstrates for us how to a cake (from a box, only CA
does it from scratch) then how to make frosting from scratch (which is the
whole purpose of us making cake – so that we can make frosting). We plan
out what flavors and stuff we want to do and the lab setups. I make a few
more threats to Cam as he attempts to speak with me, and am grateful when
the school day ends.

	"Got a car?" Cam ambushes me on my way out the door.

	"No," I walk past him, trying to leave.

	"License?"

	"Yes."

	"I've got a car," he says. "Want a ride home?"

	"No."

	"It'll beat taking the bus home."

	"I'll walk," we reach the front doors, and I leave, hoping he goes
to the student parking instead of following me. "It'll take me ten minutes,
fifteen, max. More if I've got an annoying guy here. I'm going to set you
on fire and throw you into some trash."

	"Come on," he gives me puppy eyes. "Please let me give you a ride
home?"

	"I've got three younger brothers," I turn and face him, getting
aggravated. "Puppy eyes don't work on me. In fact, they make me want to
tell you 'no, now go to your room'. I'd advise you not doing that again
before I gouge out your eyes and stuff dog eyes in."

	"Scary," he makes a mock-scared face. "Wait – go to my room?
What? Please let me give you a ride home, Cal? I'll stop begging you if you
let me give you a ride home."

	"If I let you this one time," I sigh. "Will you stop asking me
permanently?"

	"Yes," he grins at me.

	Something tells me I should have worded that differently.

	He leads me to his car, and we get in. I give him the directions to
my house, passing by my work as we do.

	"My brother says that's a really good place to eat," he says. "He
also told me to go on a Monday, Tuesday, or Thursday, as they're
slower. I'm betting those are your off days."

	"Can you keep me intellectually stimulated?" I ask as we enter my
neighborhood. "Because if not, then I need you to stop with the flirting
and attempts to get me. And you don't seem all that bright."

	"I ain't microbiology smart," he gives me his signature grin as we
pull into my driveway. "But I do know how to love. Want to go on a date
Thursday?"

	"Have to watch my brothers."

	"You can bring them."

	"They'd be a bit cramped in your back seat."

	"How many?"

	"Three."

	"Ages?"

	"Twelve, ten, and ten."

	"Ooh, twins!" He gives a small laugh. "Please go on a date with me?
I promise that if we don't feel anything in it, I'll stop flirting with you
and find someone else."

	Just like his brother said.

	"Fine," I sigh. "We can do it Thursday, but come here for it."

	"What about your brothers?"

	"I'll feed them before," I say. "And they'll stay in their
rooms. Come around at seven. We'll have dinner."

	"What else?"

	"I'll skewer you."

	"Please do," he gives me a grin, and I realize too late how that
could be taken.

	"After julienning your meat."

	"Ouch," he visibly cringes at that. "Julienne is where you cut into
fine strips, right?"

	"Something like that," I get out of the car, then look back at
him. "Seven sharp. Dress nice."

	"What are we eating?"

	"Rat."

	He laughs, and I slam his door shut, then go inside, starting on my
homework. The next day I work this week is Wednesday (today is Monday), so
I can actually cook at home today. I've got permission to try out the
restaurant's recipes, though I don't have the ability to acquire
ingredients from their supplier, so I have to go with grocery store
products. It won't be as good.

	After we go shopping, I use linguine and a special blend of herbs
for the pesto, grilling four chicken breasts on a grill on the stove. The
boys are drooling while they work on their homework.

	Once dinner is ready, I have them clear and set the table, then
serve it with a salad.

	"How was your day at school, Travis?" I ask as we eat.

	"Fun," he answers. "We started doing a math project. Mrs. Hart is
having us research the Fibonacci sequence in groups. I got partnered with
Megan and Wyatt, and it's going to be so much fun."

	As soon as he said Wyatt's name, his eyes lit up. One of the
reasons why I think he's gay is because he gets excited whenever he talks
about Wyatt.

	I like Mrs. Hart. Unlike the other teachers at the middle school,
she doesn't think that children can't be smarter than the average
intelligence of their age. She probably gave the three of them a tougher
assignment than the others, those are the three smartest kids in the class
by far.

	All three of them should have skipped a grade or two. Mom and Dad
didn't care, so Travis is in the sixth grade like he should be, and Wyatt
and Megan both went to the grade of their age because their own parents
(they're not related, so two separate sets of parents) wanted them to be in
class with kids their age.

	When they met in preschool, the three of them were instant friends,
and instant troublemakers. Not even five minutes after class started, the
three of them were in timeout. And though they get into trouble a lot,
nothing ever serious, and they currently have a teacher who recognizes that
they're smarter than the rest of the class, and so gives them tougher
assignments. I look forward to seeing the results of the project, when it's
done.

	"How about you, Henry?" I say. "How was your day?"

	"It was fun," he answers, but doesn't say anything more.

	"Just 'fun'?"

	"Just fun," he shrugs.

	"How was it fun?"

	"No one got into trouble."

	"Okay," I say, knowing something's up, but that I'll find out what
later. "And you, Greyson? How was your day?"

	"Fine," he picks at his food.

	"How was yours?" Travis asks me.

	"It was alright," I say. "New kid at school today in a few of my
classes. Name's Cam, and he's very annoying. He was flirting with me all
day, up until I gave in and agreed to go on a date with him. Since I'm
working the weekend, it'll be Thursday. You three will need to be quiet and
in your rooms during it, we're having it here. Hopefully, he'll see that
there's nothing there and move on to the next guy."

	"And if there is?" Travis asks with a sly smile.

	"Then I'll beat you up and throw you away."

	"Kinky," he grins.

	"Pretty sure it's not," I roll my eyes. "Now finish your dinner."

	After dinner, I wash the dishes, then we all get our homework
finished. I check the boys' homework while Travis reviews mine, telling me
that he thinks he understands it. After that, I make the three of them take
showers, the twins taking one together. After that, everyone gets tucked
in, and I go to bed.

	Tuesday's filled with more flirting from Cam, and while I make no
new threats (I've got a suspicion about something), I do make my annoyance
known. After school, Cam walks up to me and says he's giving me a ride
home.

	"And before you object," he grins. "I said I wouldn't ask you if
you wanted me to give you a ride home."

	Unfortunately, he's right. I let him give me a ride home, as it
gives me a few extra minutes to get my homework done. Evening is the same
as always, and Wednesday, he flirts some more, and when he drops me off, he
asks me what time I work.

	"You're not going to come in, are you?"

	"Don't tell me," he says. "And I'll show up randomly."

	"Four to eight," I answer. "And before you ask about giving me a
ride, it takes me ten minutes, at most, to walk there. Unless I'm dragging
my feet, which I never do."

	"I'll be in at five," he says. "Save a table for me."

	He leaves, and after making sure the chicken in the crockpot is
stirred, I get started on my homework, as usual. Three-thirty, I put rice
on, and ten minutes later, I get ready to leave.

	"Rice should be done in a few minutes," I say to Travis as I'm
pulling my jacket on. "Don't let the chicken sit with the crockpot on past
five, it'll start to harden up around then. Turn the pot off in about
fifteen minutes, and then eat. Make sure the leftovers are put away, for
both the rice and the chicken, and make sure you and the twins get your
homework done."

	"I know," he gives me a hug. "See you when you get home."

	The twins come over and give me a hug, and then I head out, getting
to work a few minutes early. As I'm pulling on my apron, David comes into
the break room, startling me when he speaks. I didn't hear him come in.

	"I know this is last-minute," he says. "But would you be able to
come in tomorrow? I've got a few parties that did reservations today for
tomorrow, of all days. It's not often we get parties reserving the place on
a Thursday."

	"Like party-parties?" I ask. "Not parties as in groups of people?"

	"Yeah!" He laughs.
     "I'd love to," I say. "Except that I made plans with Cam's annoying
twin for tomorrow. Hopefully, that gets him to stop flirting with me, and
if I cancel on him, I get a feeling he'll only get worse. Sorry."

	"He's finally moved to town?" David looks sympathetic. "Cam's told
me about some of his actions. I feel so bad for you. I'll see if I can get
Braden out here and Garret's brother to do the cooking."

	Yeah, we're really hurting for staff. There's someone I know at
school who's graduating in December this year, and going to take a gap
year, too. I'll see if she's interested in a new job, I don't think she's
happy as a cashier at the grocery store I go to.

	Cam wasn't kidding when he said he'd be here right at five today,
walking in on the dot.

	"You take the evil twin," I say as I pass by Emily to deliver
appetizers to a table.

	She just laughs and finishes what she's doing, then approaches
him. I catch part of the conversation as I go to refill drinks.

	"Sorry," Emily says. "But his tables are all booked at the
moment. Your estimated wait time, if you'd like to sit in his section, is
twenty to thirty minutes."

	"Half the seats are empty," Cam says.

	"Due to the number of servers," Emily says. "We have to keep some
seats empty, or we won't be able to serve all of our seated customers in a
timely manner. Would you like to wait? If not, I can help you now."

	"I'll wait," Cam says as I'm leaving the drinks station.

	Crap. He really wants me to be his server.

	"Sorry," I stop for a moment. "But much as you want me to be your
server, as I've agreed to go on a single date with you, until you realize
during the date that I've got no interest in you, I'm incapable of serving
you, as per our policy. Emily can take you now."

	Well, that was a load of bullshit. Hopefully it works, though, and
gets the message through to Emily that I don't want to serve him.

	"You're going on a date with him?" Emily asks in shock.

	"To get him to stop flirting with me," I nod. "I'm hoping he'll see
during the date that he's not my type, and just gives up and moves on to
someone who is actually into him."

	I go back to serving, and Cam lets Emily serve him, though he keeps
his gaze on me for most of the meal. He also tries chatting with me as I
work, but he's not in my section, so I do my best to stay out of his range
and focus on my customers. We're kind of busy, so that's not too hard.

	"Twenty-six dollar meal," Emily says to me after he leaves. "Ten
dollar tip. He said to split it with you."

	"Keep it," I roll my eyes. "He's getting to the really annoying
point, now."

	My shift ends, and I head home. As I'm walking home, I notice a
couple of police cars outside my house. Travis is standing on the steps,
the door closed behind him, talking to the officers.

	"Can I take a message for them?" Travis asks.

	"We need to talk to your parents," the officer says. "Where can we
reach them?"

	"Can I take a message for them?" Travis repeats.

	"Please tell us how we can reach your parents."

	"Please tell me the message you so desperately want to give them,
and I'll pass it on to them. If it's important, I'll consider giving you
their contact information. However, they're not to be disturbed right now,
so that will only happen if it's really important."

	"Can I help you officers?" I say as I approach, and Travis looks at
me.

	"Are you Callum King?" An officer asks.

	"I am," I state. "May I ask what you need of me?"

	"Put your hands behind your back," the officer says. "And turn
around. You're under arrest."

	"I know my rights," I say. "I've memorized the laws for this
year. May I ask what charges you're using?"

	"Terrorism," he says. "Death threats. Stalking. Breaking and
entering. If you know your rights, then will you come willingly?"

	"May I ask when the alleged incident took place?" I ask. "I may be
able to provide an immediate alibi."

	"Where were you between five and six-thirty this afternoon?"

	"Alibi," I say. "I was at work. You can ask my boss, the chefs, the
senior host, and the annoying guy who's got the hots for me, whose gaze was
on me the entire time. His name's Camden Tripp, though he prefers to go by
Cam. Judging by your expressions, it was his house who was broken
into. Based on the charges, I'm guessing it's some sort of homophobic
act. By your attitudes when you met me, and when I stated he's my alibi, he
probably told you that it wasn't me. If you want suspects, I can probably
name a few, based on the specific details."

	"The specific details?"

	"Yes," I state. "I've had a suspicion that several people weren't
happy with Cam being out. I'm guessing that the reason I was the prime
suspect was because some of my threats to Camden were done, though not to
him, since murder isn't among them. If you give me the specifics of what
happened, I can tell you right here which classmates should be on the
suspect list."

	"And you can do that how?" He asks.

	"Because I never repeated a threat to Cam," I state. "Once one was
made, it wasn't repeated. The reason I'm being framed is because while I
showed an evident dislike for his flirting, there have been rumors that I,
myself, am gay floating around for some time. I've never been bothered by
rumors. My list of suspects also includes every single one of those who
have issue with me for my rumored gayness, by coincidence, and that was
generated before I even considered the fact that the suspect had to have a
disliking for me."

	"This is completely against protocol," the officer who first
attempted to arrest me mutters, then goes into his cruiser and pulls out a
laptop, setting it on the hood of his car. "Come over here."

	As I approach, he pulls up a series of photos. A stuffed bear about
four feet tall is hung up by its intestines to a light fixture. Not its
intestines, but actual, bloody intestines, which are stuffed into its
stomach as well. One of the threats I made was doing that, pulling out
Cam's intestines and hanging him by them while they're still inside of
him. There's also a tongue shoved in a slit made in the bear's bottom,
along with the bear's own eyes. In the place of its own eyes on the face
are a pair of actual eyes. There's a heart sitting on the ground underneath
the bear.

	"These five threats," I gesture to the laptop. "Were all made in
the presence of only one of the suspects. I can give three suspects total
for it. And the bear isn't skewered, which makes that one suspect even more
likely, since they were the only one on my list who was in the presence of
the threat about they eyes, and none of them were around for the skewering
threat, which happened at the same time as the eye threat."

	"And these suspects?" The officer asks.

	"Damien Crane," I say. "Alan Moss, and Bryant Kraemmar. Junior,
junior, and senior. I have a solid alibi that should clear me of any
suspicion, as well as the fact that I agreed to go on a date with Cam
tomorrow just to get him to stop flirting with me. Do you need anything
else? I've got food that needs to go into the fridge, one of the chefs at
my work always sends me home with a bunch."

	"You can go," the officer says. "Though we may need to contact you
again."

	"You know where I live," I start to walk to the steps, pausing when
I get to one of the other officers. I look at her. "Also, the name you
reacted to, I'm guessing you already have connected to this case. I'm
guessing it's the person who told you I was stalking and threatening Cam. I
didn't put him as my prime suspect, though I can definitely see that. And
if you guys don't know what animal was used, that's a dog's tongue and
heart."

	I go inside, Travis coming in with me.

	"What was that about?" He asks. "You threatened someone?"

	"The guy I'm going on a date with tomorrow," I say. "I threatened
him on Monday, and got a weird feeling. Someone tried framing me for
breaking into his house and doing something uncreative. And you must be
cold, standing out there in your pajamas. Get sick, and you're grounded."

	"As long as I can finish my project, I'm fine."

	As long as you can hang out with Wyatt, you're fine.

~~END OF CHAPTER FOUR~~

	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget that
you can always contact me for feedback at kingkurt1339@gmail.com –
comments, questions, suggestions, etc. are always welcome, and I try to
respond to all emails!

	This note below is just to keep you all in the loop as to the state
of NLCK, as I've been getting a ton of emails asking me questions (it seems
like everyone's wondering why Greyson's so quiet).

	As of right now, NLCK is only planned to be 9 chapters in total,
though that may change as chapters are released. NLCK is intended as a
spinoff of NLXK (my story in Young Friends) and other stories I've written,
where the Wolf's Dragon and Cal himself will make a number of
appearances. This is the only spinoff I've actually written at this time,
so all other stories will be longer.
	As of right now, I've finished writing NLCK, and will only be
performing edits to it. I did, however, receive an email yesterday that
made me realize I didn't close off all its arcs by the end of the last
chapter, so I will be going back and closing them off. Please, if you're
confused by anything, let me know – I want NLCK to be a full story on
its own, just like my others (published and not), even though it's only a
spinoff.
	There is a possibility that NLCK will be extended out from 9
chapters to 10-15 chapters, but know that I WILL NOT use filler or make
chapters nothing but sex to extend it out. DON'T WORRY – All of NLCK's
arcs will be closed by the final chapter.
	That said, don't hesitate to email me with any suggestions you
have. I might use them in NLCK or another story, and if I feel that it
would make sense in NLCK, I might use it to extend it out another chapter
or two.
	For anyone reading NLXK in addition to NLCK, you'll start to see
some events aligning from here on out. Yes, that's planned. NLCK's final
chapter will line up with an NLXK chapter.

	Look forward to Chapter 4!