Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2017 15:09:28 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Matt King Chapter 2

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	In the last chapter, I introduced Matt and Liam, with Matt being
forced to go to a mall, where he gets hit on by another boy and freaks out,
fleeing, nearly running over Liam, who went there to hang out with his
friends. At school the next day, Matt is anxious and wanting to bolt, when
the kid he nearly ran over approaches him, greeting him, and he passes out
on the spot.

	Hope you enjoy it!

~~Chapter Two – Two, Not Four~~

[Liam]

	So I woke up, got dressed, and went to school. And when I walk into
my homeroom, sitting in the back of the room is HIM. Sensei Adam's younger
brother. That confirms he's around my age. So he wasn't just visiting, is
his family living in town, now?

	He's looking shy and nervous, his gaze darting around the room
while trying to keep it focused on the Rubik's Cube he's fiddling with, so
I go over to introduce myself. No new kid should be ignored, like everyone
else is doing their best to give him the impression of.

	"Hey, there!" I greet him. "You're Sensei Adam's little brother,
right? I'm Liam!"

	He freezes, then slowly looks up at me. When he his eyes lock with
mine, they widen, then roll into the back of his head, and he falls out of
his seat.

	"What just happened?" The teacher asks as I move to beside
him. "Liam, what happened?"

	"I'm drop-dead gorgeous," I answer as she rushes over here. "He
took one look at me, and fainted. Thankfully, he's immune to
insta-death. He's coming 'round. Hey, there. Want me to take him to my
aunt's office?"

	Mrs. Cox nods, and Sensei Adam's little brother squeaks something
that sounds like panic, but walks with me to the nurse's office. He keeps
his gazed fixed on the floor.

	"Hi, Aunt Natalie," I say when we enter the office. "Mrs. Cox asked
me to walk him down here, he just fainted in class."

	"Hi, Matt," she says. So that's his name. Wait, she already knows
him? "You can go lie down, if you think you need to."

	Matt nods, then walks into the other room, and Aunt Natalie looks
at me.

	"What happened?" She asks. "He just went and fainted?"

	"Well, he looked at me first," I explain. "Then he fainted. Like I
told Mrs. Cox, I'm drop-dead gorgeous. Matt's lucky he's immune to
insta-death, it'd be a shame for a boy as hot as him to die. Then again,
that's probably why he was immune to insta-death, but I mean, shouldn't the
effect be reversed, due to his amazing sexiness?"

	"You're a nut," she rolls her eyes.

	"What's wrong with him?" I ask. "He seems to be super-nervous and
stuff. I mean, being a new kid is definitely a thing to be nervous about,
especially in a new town, but all I did was introduce myself and he
fainted."

	"Not a new town," she shakes her head. "According to his brother,
he's been home-schooled since he was little. Their parents died when he was
only six, and Adam, his brother, was barely eighteen. Adam pulled him out
of school then because he was already having anxiety issues, and has
schooled him at home ever since. We were hoping he'd make it through to
lunch, but if he's fainting when someone introduces themselves, he probably
won't."

	"You should probably check on him," I suggest, wondering how none
of us knew Adam had a brother, if he's lived there this entire time. He
looks pale, maybe he never goes outside? "He fell out of the desk, hit the
back of his head on the floor, and those things are hard."

	"So his head," she laughs, then stands up. "I probably should."

	She walks into the other room, returning just a few moments later
looking slightly annoyed and a little amused.

	"Says he's fine," she tells me. "And that his head's fine, not
hurting at all. Adam said he had an incredibly hard head. You good to go
back to class?"

	"Can I make sure he's fine, first?" I ask. "And hope he doesn't
pass out again?"

	"Sure," she says. "Just remember to keep the door open."

	I roll my eyes, then walk into the other room. She acts like I'm
going to try something here at school. Matt's lying on his side on the sole
bed in the room, facing the wall, curled up with the blanket wrapped around
him like a cocoon.

	"Are you a caterpillar?" I ask, and he doesn't respond. "You're in
a cocoon. When you hatch, will you be a moth or a butterfly?"

	Still no response.

	"Are you alive?"

	"Why do you care?" His voice, filled with terror, is so soft and
sweet, and just hearing it gives me a boner.

	Crap!

	"Because a cute boy passed out when I greeted him," I flash him a
grin, even though I know he can't see it. "Aunt Natalie said your name's
Matt. I'm Liam. Well, William, but don't ever call me that. Or Will. I hate
both of those."

	"Okay," he sounds scared.

	"You alright?"

	"Perfectly fine."

	"Liar."

	"So what?"

	"Want to talk about what's got you stressed?"

	"No. Go away. I wanna be alone."

	"Fine," I say. "Hatch into an ugly moth. I was hoping for a cute
butterfly, but I guess I'm not getting that."

	I turn and leave, heading back to class and letting Mrs. Cox know
that he's resting in the office, then sit where she tells me my seat is. It
looks like the only other open seat is where Matt was sitting originally,
so I guess that's his spot.

	Matt returns at the end of class, face a little red and looking a
fair bit nervous. He quickly sits in the back seat, and a few times, I feel
a gaze on me and turn to find him staring at me. Each time time I catch
him, he quickly looks away, face reddening further than it was.

	We go to our next period, which is P.E., and the coach tells us the
rules and stuff, then lets us run around and do whatever we want. Chance is
in this class, and I want to introduce him to Matt, but Matt's freaking out
on the bleachers. By that, I mean he's breathing heavily and gripping them
so hard his knuckles are white. He does NOT want to be here.

	It's only during this that I realize that his anxiety is probably
killing him, and it's likely he's sick from that. No wonder he passed out
when I introduced myself to him. The anxiety overload of being spoken to
and not knowing how to respond was the source of that.

	"So here's the deal," I say to Chance, glad Jake's not here, or
he'd make some rude comment about me only having an interest in Matt
because I think he's hot. Keep denying it all you want, buddy. "I'm in all
of his classes, though I don't know what his math is. Hopefully, it's
honors, 'cause I really don't want him paired up with Jake in regular, and
you and I aren't in advanced.

	"But anyway," I continue. "He's apparently got really high anxiety
levels, and has been home-schooled by Adam since he was seven. I'm going to
talk to my teachers and see if I can sit next to him in all of the
classes. At lunch, he's sitting at our table."

	"What if he doesn't want to sit at our table?" Chance asks. "Mom
mentioned she was getting a new kid who was on an educational plan because
of anxiety. It's probably him. I wasn't supposed to hear her, she was on
the phone with the school. A plan like that, though, mean he'll probably be
allowed to eat in the office."

	"Then one of us is eating with him," I declare. "No one should have
to eat alone. He probably won't want someone sitting with him, though, if
his anxiety's bad. We'll deal with that at lunch. Anyway, he's all lonely
over there on the bleachers, so let's go hang out with him."

	"What if he doesn't want to talk?"

	"Who said we're going to just talk?" I grin at him, getting a
running start, then sending myself into a flip.

	Chance starts flipping from where he's at, and we both stop when we
get to Matt, who's staring at us with wide eyes. The other students only do
for a moment. Unlike Matt, they're used to us goofing off and doing stuff
like that when we've got free time in P.E., and Coach doesn't usually tell
us not to, unless someone actually gets hurt.

	"Hey, Matt," I grin at him, and his face turns red, probably as he
realizes we're looking at him. "This is one of my friends, Chance. We do
gymnastics together three times a week, though he does it competitively. I
also do martial arts at Dragon King Martial Arts over in Lakeview Falls
Plaza, have you heard of it?"

	Of course he has, his brother owns it, but I still ask. He nods a
little timidly.

	"Cool!" I exclaim. "You do martial arts?" He nods. "Ever checked
out DKMA?" He shakes his head. "You should come by tomorrow, it's really
awesome. Tessa, she's that girl over there staring at us because you're
definitely a cutie, and she hates it when cute guys are sitting by
themselves, but anyway, she goes, too, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, like me
and Ian, a friend who doesn't go here. She's awesome, you'll love her."

	I was going to say more, but he seems to start getting overwhelmed,
so I push Chance, who pushes me, who pushes back, and then flip him to the
ground. Coach yells at us to behave, and we just grin at her, then look
back at Matt.

	"Sorry 'bout that," I grin at him. "We sometimes forget we're at
school and start shoving each other around. Don't worry, we don't
bite. Usually. If you don't smile or chat, Matt, Tessa's gonna decide we're
not good enough, and you don't want that. Nor do we, but especially not
you. She won't leave you alone. Ever. She's like an irritating fly, and
there's no flyswatter. So what say you - talk a little bit?"

	He shakes his head.

	"Suit yourself," I grin at him. "But you wanna chat, just let me
know. You wanna escape Tessa, don't come to me. No one escapes her."

	Chance and I start goofing off after that, though we make sure to
stay near Matt. We show off a little bit, too. Our main goal is to get him
comfortable around us. Hopefully, us just goofing off near him will do
that.

	Matt doesn't open up at all to us. I do get to sit next to him in
the next couple of classes, then we have lunch. As expected, he disappears
into the office. I tell Jake and Chance that I'll see if I can eat with
Matt, and if so, I won't be back.

	That said, I grab my tray and follow him back into the office and
find him disappearing into Aunt Natalie's office, and so follow him in.

	"Hey, Liam," Aunt Natalie greets me as Matt enters the other
room. "What's up?"

	"Was wanting to know if Matt wanted an eating buddy," I say. "I
know he's new and all, but I didn't think he should have to eat by
himself."

	"You can see," she gestures to the room. "He'll probably just shoo
you again, though."

	"Still worth a try," I smile at her, then walk into the other
room. Matt's sitting cross-legged on the floor, a bulging paper sack in
front of him, and he's in the process of pulling food out of it. "Hey,
Matt, Liam again. Saw you heading this way, and I really don't think anyone
should eat by themselves. Mind if I join you? If not, I'll head back to my
other friends."

	He just stares at me, then looks around the room for a moment
before scooting back, grabbing his stuff as he moves, and then stares at me
again. I sit down across from him, and he watches me as I start to eat,
though I really watch him more than he watches me. His eyes dart away every
time he realizes I see him looking.

	I'm not watching him because he's attractive, though that does
contribute to it, but because, well, he eats A LOT. I'm not kidding. That
bag has three sandwiches that look delicious and not made from deli meat
from the store, two apples, an orange, a small baggy of carrot sticks,
another of grapes, another of celery sticks, and a bunch of brownies and
cookies.

	And he eats all of it. That was probably an easy two thousand
calories, maybe three thousand. And he devours it as if it's nothing. He
watches me out of the corner of his eye the entire time, as if afraid that
I'll try to steal his food.

	"Dang," I say. "Cute, and has a healthy appetite. Pray you find
yourself someone who can cook."

	Definitely not me, though if he does turn out to swing this way, I
might be inclined to learn.

	His face reddens, and he quickly stands up and leaves.

	Maybe I should start learning now, just in case.

[Matt]

	"How'd your first day of school go?" Adam asks as I walk inside the
house, but I ignore him, going straight up to my room and dropping myself
onto my bed, kicking off my shoes before wrapping myself in the blanket
like a cocoon, and he eventually finds me. "That well, huh? I was surprised
I didn't get called during the day to come pick you up. I'm heading out to
the dojo, call if you need anything."

	He leaves, and eventually, I go downstairs to make dinner. He
didn't have anything planned, so I prepare spaghetti. Two pounds. I eat
half of it. I'm fat, I know. It's why he makes me do martial arts every
day. I suck at it. I know he only passes me on the belts to make me feel
good.

	I'm dreading school as I go to bed, and don't get much sleep
again. I passed out. Everyone's probably making fun of me for that. When I
wake up, I focus on getting to school and getting through it. I try to tune
it all out, but Liam really wants to chat with me at times, and it's
annoying. At least the gym teacher lets me sit on the bleachers. Liam and
Chance keep trying to impress me. I'm not sure why, it's not like I've got
any talent or anything, so they should just give up, because I'm not worth
being friends with, even if Liam thinks we're friends. We don't even talk.

	He sits with me at lunch again today. I don't like it, but it feels
weird being in that room by myself until he shows up. He invites me to go
martial arts tonight. I wonder if he knows my brother's the owner. At least
my parents had one kid with talent and worth.

	I don't go. I almost do, but then I remember that there will be a
lot of people there, and so I don't go because I get sick thinking about
all of them. So I bake cookies instead, and am halfway through the second
batch when Adam gets home. He just stares at me, then laughs.

	"How many have you eaten?" He asks, and I shrug. "You're a dork,
you know that, right?"

	I shrug, then go to bed. I really don't want to go to school when I
wake up, but I have to. At least I have two days without it. No, three, we
have Monday off. Good. That gives me three days to completely freak out.

	Liam eats with me again. Some kids in P.E. made fun of me, saying
I'm weak and a loser, because I wasn't playing with everyone else. The gym
teacher didn't say anything about it, but I don't think she heard. She
doesn't seem like the type to allow bullying. They asked her why I'm
allowed to sit out of P.E., and she told them that when they do martial
arts every morning for nine years, then they can, too. Liam jokingly asked
her if he could sit out, since he does martial arts and gymnastics five
days a week, and she told him to duck.

	He did, and the ball barely missed hitting him in the back of the
head. Had he not, I might have laughed. But we still ate lunch in silence.

	When school ends, Liam runs over to me before I can get to Adam's
car. Crap. He's probably going to want to hang out or something.

	"Tomorrow," he says. "The gang, minus Jake, and I are heading out
to go camping in the woods outside of town. Ian's dad's boss owns it and
Dragons Lake," we have three lakes in the area, which is why we're called
Lakeview Falls. "And we're allowed to go camping if we get permission,
which we got. I was wondering if you wanted to come, too. We're off school
on Monday, so we'd stay until sometime during Monday. We'll be back in the
afternoon, though, because we've all got gymnastics. It'll be just the four
of us."

	I shake my head. I don't think I could handle camping if it were
just Adam and I, and he's asking me to go with him and two other guys I
barely know or don't know. There's no way I could handle that.

	"Okay!" He exclaims, not bothered at all by it. That's probably
because he was just trying to be nice to someone as worthless as me. "Can I
give you my number, in case you change your mind? It'll just be me, you,
Ian, Chance, and Jake, if you do come. Two nights of sleeping in nature,
away from the city and people, and just being boys. It's a lot of fun, and
it's pretty relaxing. You could use something relaxing."

	He gives me his number even though I shake my head to tell him
'no', and then I go to Adam's car and get in, and he takes me home. Once
we're inside, he asks what Liam was asking.

	"If I'd go camping with him this weekend," I answer. "I smell
brownies. Fresh batch?"

	"Two," he answers, and I go into the kitchen and grab four. "I said
two."

	"And I grabbed four," I shove one into my mouth. "I'm not going
camping with him this weekend, but he's right that I need to do something
relaxing. Can I beat you up? I know you let me win, but it's still
relaxing."

	"I don't let you win," he laughs. "And I know a place that can get
you relax, but there are two hitches to it."

	"I don't like hitches," I finish off the first brownie. "And I'm
not getting on a plane."

	"How did you even know that one was?" He looks at me, incredulous.

	"I don't do planes," I state. "You know that."

	Mom, Dad, and Braden died in a plane accident. An engine failed,
and the plane they were in went down, killing everyone on board. I don't do
planes, even if Adam does.

	"Private flight," he says. "On a personal jet. Much lower chance of
it going down. You've got a greater chance of us getting into a car
accident on the way to or from school than you do us having an accident in
the plane."

	"So?"

	"Second hitch," he says. "Is you'd need to at least go shirtless
around others."

	"No can do."

	He knows I can't tolerate being ALONE without my arms and legs
covered.

	"Even if restricted to a single person?" He asks. "I can have it
set up so that you'd deal with only one person the entire time."

	"No."

	"You'd be at a spa," he says. "Nice, relaxing place. You'd get a
massage, hot springs, sauna, and just plain relaxation. If I called them
up, I could book the entire place for the weekend, and have it so you only
deal with one worker the entire time you're there."

	"Not doing it."

	"What if I told you," he says. "That if you did this, I could get
you a picture of Liam, shirtless?"

	I stare at him, wondering what the heck he means by that. Does he
seriously think he could get me a shirtless picture of Liam? Wouldn't Liam
notice? And wouldn't he care? No way he'd like that, he's definitely
straight.

	Wait. Why does he think I'd do it for a picture of a shirtless
Liam? Why would he think I'd want that?

	"I assure you," he says. "I can get you a picture of Liam while
he's shirtless. I know you want to know what he looks like shirtless," my
face heats up. "So...do we have a deal?"

	I shake my head. Even for that, I couldn't do it. No way. Nothing
can get me on a plane, and I'm definitely not getting shirtless around
anyone. Can't do it. No way. Not now, not ever. Not gonna happen.

	"Seriously?" He asks. "I mean, I'd get you a nude of him, but that
would be illegal. Actually, it's only illegal if it's of a sexual or
provocative nature, so if it was just, say, him tanning, it would be
perfectly legal, or him swimming, or something like that."

	I shake my head. I mean, the thought of seeing him naked does
appeal to me, but there's no way he'd get that, and even if he could, it
still couldn't get me on a plane or shirtless around anyone else.

	"Okay," he says. "That didn't work, so what about, let's see...what
if I had him come over next weekend for a private lesson? You could see him
do martial arts, and even spar against him if you wanted. You'd get him
hot, sweaty, breathless, all the while getting to touch him, and all you'd
have to do is get on a plane and go to this little spa, getting shirtless
around just the one person there..."

	He'd seriously get Liam here for a private lesson? I probably
wouldn't be able to spar with him or anything, but having him here would be
cool. But when next weekend? Adam's gone most of the day on Saturdays for
private lessons for a kid with way worse anxiety than mine. He's younger
than me. His name's Gabe. That's all I know. Adam has to drive, like, an
hour and a half to get there.

	He could do it in the evenings.

	It takes me several minutes to realize I'm still considering it. I
shove a brownie into my mouth.

~~END OF CHAPTER TWO~~

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	TriviaTime! NLMK introduces sex with a main before any other story
I've ever written does, having it take place in Chapter 1 (the scene with
Liam and Ian). My original romance/erotica introduced it in Chapter 2 in
the first rewrite, and in either 2 or 3 in the 7 drafts following that.

	Still not sharing the big project with y'all. :P If you think my
chapters of 2,000-4,000 words are good, know that that one has 6,500 as a
minimum, a goal of 8,000 each, and will last, a minimum, of 100-200
chapters.

	Thanks for reading, and look forward to Chapter 3!