Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 12:17:06 -0600
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 11

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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, Xander went clothes shopping after receiving
his allowance, debit card, and getting a state I.D., and while there,
panicked and ran after being treated by the cashier like he was playing a
prank on her, and got injured when he tripped.

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

~~Chapter Eleven – A Broken Promise and the Sea~~

[Luke]

	Today is the day that Xander is coming over to hang out with
me. Parker's already here, and I can't stop talking about my excitement at
Xander agreeing to hang out. Parker's kind of quiet, but at least he
responds when I talk.

	I can't stop talking about it at dinner. I know it's only for two
hours, but Xander's an amazing kid, and I really like him. I don't tell my
parents that, though, since I don't think they'd be happy with me being
gay. Plus, Parker keeps interrupting me to stop me from saying I have a
crush on Xander.

	All week, Xander's been weird at school. He's even quieter than he
was before. A few comments are made about him because he dresses like a
poor kid. I don't get why he does, he has all that money, and yet he
doesn't spend any of it on clothes. Or anything, I don't think. I don't
think he spends money at all, just wears the same clothes over and over and
over, because I think he's only got five outfits.

	"Mr. King is here," a maid approaches us as we're sitting around
the table, chatting, after dinner has finished. "Would you like me to show
him here?"

	"Yes," I bounce to my feet, and Parker grabs my arm. "What?"

	"He's on his way," Parker says. "Let him have these last few
moments of peace before he ends up hearing your never-ending chatter."

	I stand and wait for Xander to get here, excited he's here at
last. When he finally shows up, I notice several things about him. The
first one is that he's wearing what are probably brand-new clothes, as
they're all Under Armour, and he looks fantastic in them. The second is the
he looks nervous and apprehensive, probably thinking I'm just like my
brother and going to make him my friend, then rape and beat him, and, if
Finn's to be believed, lock him up for a few days and share him with a few
sports teams.

	The third is that his right arm is in a sling. No cast, but still
in a sling.

	"What happened to your arm?" I ask him. "It's not broken, is it?
You don't have a cast on."

	"I got hurt," he answers. "Let's get this over with."

	"Um," I say as Parker snorts. "You said two hours. You can't just
'get over with' time, X. Let's go up to my room and hang out. I'll be
staying up there after he leaves, have a good evening."

	My parents tell us to behave and keep it down, and then I lead
Xander up to my room, Parker following behind us. Xander looks around my
room as I close the door behind us, and then I strip to my boxers, and
Xander takes a step back.

	"Habit," I say as he checks me out. "I tend to go naked in my room,
or in boxers if someone else is in it. You don't mind, do you?"

	"He still goes naked if it's just me," Parker rolls his eyes.

	"I've got a sexy body," I shrug, sitting on my bed and looking at
my friend. "It's not good to keep it hidden when I'm in my room, since I
can't share it with anyone else. That's why I only wear the best clothes,
so that my body is not ruined by the ugliness that is poorness. I'm glad
Xander's begun to wear decent clothes, though they could use a bit of
work."

	"Luke!" Parker exclaims. "That's rude!"

	"He'd look better in designer," I say. "There's one guy whose style
would look well on Xander, though I must admit that he still looks sexy in
what he's in. So, Xander, what do you want to do?"

	"Punch you and go home."

	At least he's honest.

	"Can you still jack off with your arm in a sling?" I ask. "Or is it
all weird, using your left hand?"

	"I'm ambidextrous," Xander states. He gets sexier and sexier every
time I learn something new about him. "I favor my right. It's damaged, so I
have to use my left hand. I don't jack off."

	If it were anyone else, I'd call them a liar, but it's Xander, and
from what little I've heard him say, I don't think he lies.

	"Why not?" I ask, and as soon as I do, he starts to look like he's
panicking. "If it's because you were told not to by someone, ignore them,
fuck them, and then jack off with them watching. Or fuck them, jack off in
front of them, then ignore them, since doing it in the original order is
kind of hard, unless you stop ignoring them for some weird reason."

	"If I jack off," he says. "I'll get into trouble. I don't jack
off. I've never jacked off."

	He doesn't lie, but that doesn't mean what he believes to be the
truth actually is the truth.

	"Xander," I sigh. "With whom are you going to get into trouble for
jacking off?"

	He screws up his face trying to think, and then starts to look like
he's going to panic. Probably assuming that the people who used to abuse
him will come after him if he jacks off.

	"Boys jack off," I interrupt his thoughts, and he jumps, looking at
me with widened eyes. "It's what we do. When we're alone, when we're with
our guy friends, in the shower, in our rooms, in daring places like the
bathroom at school...it's just what we do. The guys who threatened you?
They don't matter any more. It's Mr. and Mrs. Scott that do. They give you
privacy, right? Will you get into trouble with them if you jack off?"

	I bring that up hoping he sees that since they give him privacy, if
he jacks off in his room, they won't know, and so he won't get into
trouble. I'm not prepared for him to take out his phone and make a phone
call.

	"Mr. Scott," he says, and I immediately regret saying
anything. "Will I get into trouble for masturbating? No, not at Luke's. I
don't think so, anyway. Yes, it was something he said," crap. "He was
asking me the difference between jacking off from before I feel and hurt my
arm and now, since I'm right-handed, but I'm not right-handed, I just favor
it. Huh? I'm ambidextrous. Yes, sir.
	"No, he's in his boxers. He said he does it normally when he's
alone or just him and Parker, and did it out of habit, though Parker said
he goes naked when it's Parker. Well, in his boxers when his friends are
over, but since he doesn't have any friends other than Parker," ouch.
	"It's just him and Parker. No, he wasn't asking me to jack off for
him. He was just asking me if it's hard to jack off with my right arm being
in a sling. I told him I'm ambidextrous, and that I don't jack off. Yes,
sir. No, sir, I was saying that I don't jack off. You asked me a 'yes' or
'no' question, and the answer to it was 'yes'. No, sir, 'You don't jack
off?' has the answer of 'yes' if I don't, as saying 'no' will create a
double negative and say that I do jack off. I'm stupid, but I'm not that
stupid, you can't fool me. Yes, you were. No, he didn't ask me to take off
my clothes, and you WERE trying to fool me.
	"No, Parker's looking at me with a funny look on his face. I think
Luke's in his boxers because he likes the way his body looks, and he'd
probably be naked if I weren't here. He's got a boner. No, sir, he hasn't
tried touching me, though he probably wants to, since he still wants to
have sex with me. It's on his face. I can tell when people want to have sex
with me. Luke's look is different than the others', though. No, not as
mean. He's still weird," he does know I'm sitting right here, right?
	"No, he wasn't asking me to masturbate, we were talking about
jacking off, and he told me that they don't matter and the only people I
should worry about getting into trouble with are you and Mrs. Scott. He
forgot to mention our teachers and the police and the people who cook our
food.  Yes, sir. Yes, he's an idiot," please don't be talking about me. "I
am, but I'm a bigger idiot, and I'm really stupid, too. So it's okay for me
to masturbate? I don't think I'd ever do that, sir. I like things that
taste fruity. Oh, you said smell. Things that smell fruity. Yes, sir. I
like strawberries and strawberry banana smoothies. I'm hungry. Yes, sir, I
did eat before I left. I had four grilled cheese sandwiches, a banana, and
six carrots with cut celery. The dip that Mrs. Katie made was delicious,
sir, I recommend trying it. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Goodbye, sir."

	Xander hangs up and looks at me.

	"Mr. Scott said," he says. "That I won't get into trouble for
jacking off, as long as I do it in my room or in private. He also said that
if I do it here, he doesn't want the details. I don't think I'll be doing
it here."

	"Did you call me an idiot?" I ask.

	"Yes," he answers. "But I'm a bigger idiot, and I'm stupid, too. At
least you're not stupid, you're just an idiot."

	He really knows how to hit someone, and the bad part about that is
that he probably doesn't know he's doing it. Sometimes, being honest can be
a bad thing.

	"What was that about fruity things?" I ask.

	"He asked me what scents I like," Xander answers. "I accidentally
answered for flavors. I was thinking about food when he asked that. He's
probably going to buy me a candle, the room doesn't really have a smell to
it, except blandness, since I let it air out. I try not to go near the
window, though."

	"Why?" Pretty sure it's not a candle he's buying you, Xander.

	"I'm on the second floor."

	"You're on the second floor here, too."

	"I'm trying not to think about that."

	"Why?"

	"I have fears."

	His face is red, and it takes me a moment to realize what he's
saying. He's scared of heights, and just being on the second floor of a
building is triggering that fear. I do feel good that he was comfortable
enough to tell me that he's scared of heights, though. That's a huge step
for him, I'm betting.

	"Want to know what will get your mind off of that?" I ask.

	"What?"

	"A good jack-off," I answer. "And before you so rudely interrupt me
to say you're not going to jack off with me, I promise you that I will not
touch you at all, and nor will Parker. We will each jack our own self
off. I can assure you, Xander, that once you feast your eyes on not just
this godly body, but the godly boner that is pushing against these boxers
now, and you begin to jack yourself off, you will not even think about the
fact that you're high up. A group jack is always better than a solo jack
when it's among friends, and even more so when there's a hot body for you
to watch."

	And I'll enjoy watching the amazingly hot, shy Xander as he jacks
off.

	"You're narcissistic, aren't you?" He asks, and Parker cracks up
laughing. Xander looks at him, looking scared. "What?"

	"Sorry," Parker clutches his stomach. "It's just that you're the
first person to ever call him narcissistic to his face. Pretty much no one
notices it because he doesn't usually say or do anything dealing with it
around others. I'm his best friend, and it took me forever to realize he
was narcissistic."

	"This body is perfection," I say. "Once I gained a little bit of
muscle, I was a sculpture, and I need very little effort to keep it
perfect."

	"Let's not forget your invisible braces," Parker brings that
up. "And the fact that you do have to wear a retainer every now and then."

	"Invisible braces?" Xander looks confused.

	"To straighten out my teeth," I explain, glaring at Parker. "And
don't go spreading that around school. Be glad you've got naturally perfect
teeth, Xander, you've got a godlike body without trying."

	"Sorry."

	He...actually looks like he's sorry that he's got a godlike
body. Does he really think he's not allowed to look good?

	"You can make it up to me by jacking off with us," I say. "And if
you haven't noticed, Parker and I are both sitting, and you're still
standing. Also, why is your arm in a sling? You don't have a cast or
anything."

	"I'm supposed to be wearing a brace," Xander looks down at his
arm. "But it itches, so I took it off."

	"I don't think that's safe," I say. "And that doesn't answer the
question."

	"Injuries are the primary reason someone's arm is in a sling."

	His face is read, and his eyes says he really doesn't want to talk
about it.

	"Is it the same thing that caused the cut on your forehead?" I ask,
and his face reddens. "Indeed, so. Must have happened while we were off
yesterday, since you didn't have either on Thursday. Nice clothes."

	"How do you get dressed with the sling on?" I ask.

	"I take it off and put on the brace," Xander answers. "But the
brace itches, so I take it off after I get dressed. I'm not supposed to
move my wrist. Or my arm much."

	"Ready to jack off?"

	"No."

	"I'm going to," I push my boxers off, dumping them to the
ground. "Feel free to join."

	I grab lube from my nightstand, then get to work on my three and
one-quarter inch dick, slowly jacking off as Xander watches. It doesn't
take Parker long to get naked and start jacking his three-inch dick. We're
both cut, and I enjoy it, though I would like to try to fool around with
someone who's uncut, for once. It's always just me and Parker, no one else
wants to hang out with me. They can't handle my godly appearance.

	Xander watches us for a few minutes, and that turns me on even more
than I already am. I can't help but smile a little when he pushes down his
pants and underwear (even his underwear are from that brand), letting loose
a three and a half inch, uncut dick. Holy shit, this kid who's almost a
year younger than me is bigger than me, and his tool is thick, too.

	He stays standing as he starts to jack off, looking nervous as he
does. Watching him jack off, I can't hold it back, reaching my climax
quickly, shooting four loads of cum onto my stomach and chest.

[Xander]

	Luke started jacking off in front of me. He's narcissistic, but
he's right about looking godlike, which is perfectly defined muscles, and a
dick that, while not big, isn't small, and is just right in size. I start
to panic when I see it, scared he's going to rape me, but he just jacks
off, watching me. Parker gets naked within a couple of minutes and starts
jacking off, too. They both use the lube on Luke's bed.

	I can't help it. Seeing them both jack off is making me hard and in
need of relief, too, as much as I don't want it to. I push my pants and
underwear down and start jacking with my left arm, watching them. I don't
use the lube, I'm not sure why they're using it. Isn't that only used when
you penetrate someone?

	When I start jacking off, Luke smiles just a little bit, and I
can't help but feel he's got some evil plan. Step one: jack off. Step two:
get Xander to jack off. Step three: rape Xander. Probably.

	Within a minute of me starting to jack off, Luke orgasms, shooting
four loads onto his chest and stomach, one last, small little load leaking
out onto his hand. Maybe step three is making me eat it off of him. Some of
them have done that before.

	He continues to watch me as Parker cums, shooting four loads as
well, the fourth one being the one to dribble on his hand. I'm close to my
own orgasm, and suddenly, Luke gets up and approaches me. I'm still
standing, I'm not sure if he'll let me sit down while I'm jacking off.

	"Stop jacking," Luke kneels down in front of me, and I do as
ordered.

	He probably just wanted me to jack off so he could get off
faster. I should have kno-

	Suddenly, there's something hot and moist around my dick, and I
gasp in surprise. I look down to see that Luke has taken my dick into his
mouth. It feels really good. He grabs my balls with one hand as he switches
between jacking me off and sucking me. The feeling it gives me is intense,
unlike any I've ever had before, and I don't last long.

	"Gonna cum," I gasp, grabbing Luke's head a moment later and
pulling him into me, pushing my dick as far into him as it can go.

	As soon as I do that, I cum, shooting six loads of my cum into him,
and I get scared when he lets go of me and looks up at me with a smile. I
didn't mean to grab him and cum in his mouth, it just happened out of
nowhere. He's probably going to hurt me worse, now, he was probably only
sucking me to relax me and make me feel comfortable.

	"That was awesome," he says. "Now, I gotta ask, Xander - have any
of your rapists ever sucked you off before?" I shake my head, and he stands
up, looking at me with that smile still on his face. "That's because I'm
not going to rape you. I just want to be your boyfriend, and do sexy things
with you, like suck you off. I'd kiss you right now, but I'd get cum on
your shirt."

	Is that him telling me to lick his cum off of him?

	Before I can start, he turns around and grabs a dirty shirt from
his hamper, using that to wipe the cum off of him, then he plops down onto
his bed, giving me a small smile.

	"We could kiss now, actually," he says as Parker takes the shirt
and starts to clean himself off. "No cum would get on you then. If you want
to be my boyfriend, just come over here and kiss me, Xander."

	"I don't want to be your boyfriend," I say. "I don't trust you, you
broke your promise."

	"What promise?" He looks confused, as if he doesn't know what I'm
talking about. I stare at him. "Xander, what promise are you talking
about?"

	"You promised you wouldn't touch me," I say. "You broke that
promise. I don't trust you."

[Finn]

	I'm out with Uncle Trey while Xander's at Luke's. He didn't seem
comfortable with me in the car when Uncle Trey dropped him off, but he
dealt with it, so I'm a little happy.

	We're eating dinner when Uncle Trey gets a call, and he looks at
the phone and frowns.

	"What?" I ask.

	"Please tell me Luke didn't do something stupid already," he puts
his phone to his ear. "Hello, Xander, what's up? At Luke's? Was it
something he said?" So Xander does want to come home, then? "You're not?"

	Using sign language, I ask Uncle Trey "Not what?"

	He replies, "Right-handed." Really? I've only ever seen him use his
right hand.

	"Really?" Uncle Trey asks. "Is Luke naked?" Did Luke try getting
Xander to have sex with him? Uncle Trey listens for a minute, which is
weird, because Xander's not talkative at all, even if he's on the phone and
not actually looking at them. "Who all is there? Okay. Was he asking you to
jack off for him?"

	Luke was asking Xander to jack off? Uncle Trey listens for a minute
again, an amused smile forming on his face.

	"You don't jack off?" Seriously? Xander doesn't jack off. "So you
do?" Oh, he must have misunderstood Xander. "Wouldn't you have said 'no',
then?" Now I'm completely confused, so I ask Uncle Trey what they're
talking about, and he signs to me that Xander apparently doesn't jack
off. "I wasn't trying to fool you," Uncle Trey rolls his eyes, and I know
he's going to try to change topics instead of getting into an
argument. "Did he ask you to take off his clothes?"

	After a moment, Uncle Trey groans. Xander probably caught the
attempt to change the topic. He is far smarter than he thinks, and catches
on to things quickly. Usually.

	"Is Parker naked?" Uncle Trey asks, then listens. "Has Luke tried
touching you?" He listens again. Wow is Xander being talkative. "How can
you tell?" Uncle Trey signs that Luke's hard and Xander thinks he wants to
have sex with him, and I snort, choking on my smoothie. "You mean mean?
Okay. Was he asking you to masturbate?"

	I was trying to clean up the mess I made when I choked when Uncle
Trey asks that, and I accidentally drop my smoothie, spilling it
everywhere. Uncle Trey gets up and steps to the side of the booth as I try
to clean it up.

	"Those are all important, too," Uncle Trey rolls his eyes, looking
at me, and I'm not sure if it's at me or Xander the roll was directed
to. "So he can't be too smart, can he?" Uncle Trey asks. "I thought you
thought you were an idiot?" Way to go there, Uncle Trey, call the kid an
idiot. He snorts. "You mean with Luke?" I really wish I could hear the
whole conversation, not just this end of it. "What kind of smells do you
like?"

	Uncle Trey's getting him lube, isn't he?

	"I said-" Uncle Trey starts, but then cuts off abruptly. Did Xander
just interrupt him? He's finally growing up. "Strawberries?" That's an odd
thing for Xander to like the smell of. "Smoothies?" What kind of smoothies
does Xander like the smell of? "Didn't you eat before you left?" Oh,
Xander's just hungry and thinking about food. "Was that your first time
having it?" Having what? "I've had it before, it's quite delicious, I'm
glad you were finally able to try it. Goodbye, Xander."

	He hangs up and looks at me.

	"Did that conversation really just take place?" I ask, and he
laughs.

	We finish getting our booth cleaned up, then pay the bill and
leave, and Uncle Trey says we're going to go and buy Xander lube.

	"But he doesn't jack off," I say.

	"He's probably going to start," Uncle Trey snorts. "Now that he
knows he won't get into trouble, as long as he keeps it private."

	I ride with him to the store and wait out in the car. He returns
after a few minutes with a few bottles of lube, three fruity smells of
edible lube (just in case, he said, and I have to wonder where my uncle's
mind went, since Xander's been through, y'know). After that, we drive
around for a bit, just chatting, and then his phone rings.

	"This is going to be amusing," he looks at me. "It's Xander. Hello,
Xander. Already? Okay. Yes, I know Luke's an idiot. That's nice to
know. Please watch your language, Xander," did sweet little Xander just
swear? Growing up, indeed. "Okay, we're on our way to pick you up."

	Uncle Trey looks at me with complete confusion on his face.

	"So Xander's decided he's done hanging out with Luke," he
says. "Sorry we have to cut this short."

	"It's fine," I shrug, and we head to Luke's house. Xander's not
even inside, he's at the gate, looking upset. Once he's inside the car, I
decide to poke him a little, see what's wrong. "Thought you were going to
try to stay until eight?"

	"Luke asked me to be his boyfriend," he glares out the window.

	"So you decided to leave?"

	"He broke his promise."

	"Which was?"

	"He wasn't going to touch me."

	"Did he kiss you?"

	"No," Xander says. "Luke started jacking off, and then Parker
did. They were using lube, which is weird, because isn't that what you use
to penetrate an ass? So I was scared. But I got horny watching them," Uncle
Trey's face is red as tomatoes right now, and I'm enjoying it. "And so I
pushed my pants and underwear down and started jacking off, because I
really needed to get off, and Luke wanted me to, and I was scared of not
doing it because he wanted me to. Luke and Parker both had their orgasms
and shot onto their chests, and then Luke came over and gave me a
blowjob. He promised me he wouldn't touch me. You need to touch me to give
me a blowjob. I don't like Luke, he breaks his promises."

	Oh, Xander...everyone breaks their promises. And this one didn't
even hurt you, it gave you pleasure.

[Dylan]

	"You know why you can't live with me," Ryan, my older brother,
says. "So stop pouting already."

	"It's not fair," I pout. "I'm thirteen, you're twenty, why won't
they let me live with you? You've got a job and everything!"

	"I don't make enough," he says. "And I'm going to school full-time,
too."

	"I can take care of myself!" I protest. "I can feed myself while
you're gone! I'm thirteen! It's not like I'm going to burn the house down!"

	"Dylan," he sighs, and even through the computer screen, I can see
his annoyance. "Just put up with foster homes, will you? Try not to get
kicked out of this one. I know you want to live with me, but with the way
you're acting, it's making it hard."

	"It's not fair," I pout again.

	"Life isn't fair," he sighs, and I roll my eyes. "How do you like
your new home?"

	"I can use a computer," I shrug, looking around. "They've got
pictures of all the kids that have come and gone through this home in the
house. I count over fifty. They all look happy. I'm not happy."

	"Try to be," he laughs.

	We talk for a solid two hours, then Roy calls for me to get off the
computer so we can go out. I bid my brother farewell, then log out of Skype
and go up to my room, pulling on my sneakers.

	For thirteen, I've got a few extra pounds, though I'm not
obese. I'm perfectly proportioned, so I look lighter than I really am. I've
got straight, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and I wear glasses. My
skin is pretty pale, though it's also got visible red on it all the time.

	My last home, I got kicked out of because I'm gay, which they found
out because I'd accidentally used regular browsing instead of private
browsing to look some stuff up. Not porn, just...I'm not sure. I think I'm
gay, and I was looking stuff up to see how I can know for sure. It wasn't
helpful. They found that in my history, and they called the social worker.

	This family, I told right away that I'm gay, and Roy said 'have you
already been given the talk yet?', so I guess they're alright with it.

	I meet up with Roy downstairs. He and his wife, Greta, are about
fifty years old, and they take in foster kids all the time. I'm currently
their only charge. Today, he's taking me out shopping for some new
clothes. Better him than Greta, he says, saying that she'll try to buy me
the store.

	"We really need a girl here," Roy says to me as I'm trying on
different outfits. "Get a good opinion of what looks good."

	"That one looks pretty good," a girl approaches us. "Though those
pants with the last shirt he had on would look way better."

	This girl has shoulder-length, dark green hair that has a slight
metallic touch to it, eyebrows the same color, emerald green eyes, flawless
skin, and slightly-developed breasts. She has on a button-up shirt, a plaid
skirt, black tights and shoes, a sweater over the shirt, her hair done up
in a bow. She looks a little familiar.

	"I'm Tessa," she says.

	"You could almost come out of an anime," I say, and she laughs.

	"I was just helping a classmate with a video," she smiles at
me. "Ever heard of AlmightyKingMatt?"

	"That famous kid," I say. "Who makes those amazing videos who can
play, like, every single instrument ever, and can reach all ranges of pitch
with his voice and animates his own show that he does all the voice acting
for, even for the girls, and you can't tell because he's that good, and
when he does music with his friends, it's under the name
KingMattAndHisArmy, and they're all really amazing, and of whom I might be
a huge fan?"

	"That's fine!" She laughs. "Matt's that classmate. He's doing a
sort of mystery miniseries, and he wanted a couple of girls for it. I just
came from filming, figured I'd see if they got in this amazing blouse in my
size. Found it, and it looks amazing on me."

	I live in the same town as Matthew King, the ubertalented
actor/singer/martial artist/everything? Seriously?

	"What school do you go to?" I ask.

	"Lakewood Middle School," she gives the name of the school I'll be
starting at on Monday. "You?"

	"I'll be starting there Tuesday," I feel my heart speed up. "Would
be Monday, but, you know, Labor Day."

	I know that Matt's in a relationship, but I can't help but get
excited. He's my idol, and he's godlike, with his fit body, his super blond
hair, and his jewel-like eyes that are a mix of blue and gray and
green. They say that he goes to a local park every Saturday and plays his
instruments, and doesn't have a thing for tips at all. I see the videos all
the time. I had no idea he lived here, or I would've gone to the park to
see if I could see him.

	"Cool," she grins. "I'll introduce you to the gang then, they all
went home."

	"Wait!" Recognition occurs. "You're the girl who played the witch
in the video over the summer, aren't you!"

	"I am!" She laughs. "They come to me whenever they need a girl to
play in a role, since Matt doesn't feel comfortable pretending to be one,
and thinks it'd be easier to just ask a real girl to do it for him. What's
your name?"

	"Dylan," I say. "Sorry, forgot to give it to you. So you're friends
with Matt?"

	"More like friendly acquaintances," she shrugs. "Matt really sticks
to himself and his boyfriend, and typically only hangs out with Liam's
gang, which is the rest of his 'army', as he calls it. By the way, if you
ever break your arm or leg, after you get the cast, fall asleep around
Matt. You'll wake up to it being decorated pretty amazingly. "

	"Seriously?"

	"Yeah," she smiles, then picks up a shirt and a pair of pants. "Now
put these on, you'll look pretty sexy in them."

	"I'm gay."

	"Doesn't change that you'll be sexy in them!"

	END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN

	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! Any feedback
(comments, suggestions, questions, etc.) is appreciated, and you can reach
me at kurtking1339@gmail.com. I do my best to respond to all emails!

	Voting is still open! However, don't expect one of their stories to
pop up anytime soon, unless I plan on tackling three stories all at
once. Since Zack and Matt remained tied no matter how many votes came in, I
went with a whole new character not mentioned in that. His story, NLCK,
will feature characers from several of the stories (including Xander, Matt,
and Zack), and is at the following link:
	http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-new-life-of-cal-king/

	Trivia about Dylan: I've known about him since before Chapter 4 was
up. :P His name means 'sea', which, while constant and steady, is also
ever-shifting and ferocious. What's in store with him, and what's his
connection to Xander? Dylan will also be making appearances in Matt's
story, once that one is finally published.
	Trivia about Tessa: She'll be a recurring character in NLXK, as
well as Matt's story, once that one is finally published.