Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2017 08:47:14 -0600
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 15

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	In the last chapter, Xander went to Tessa's Halloween party, where
he seems to have enjoyed himself, and as he's leaving, Tessa invites him to
go to the Zoo on Saturday. The next day at school, Luke invites Xander to
his birthday party on Friday for a sleeover, and Xander starts to get
agitated, so Luke backs down, later coming to the Scotts' to let Xander
know that if he changes his mind, the offer's still open, and he and Finn
discover that Xander goes to the unused sauna in the annex when he wants to
get away from people. There, Finn realizes that Xander's superstitious, and
Luke falls.

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

~~Chapter Fifteen - Court~~

[Xander]


	I couldn't sleep last night because today is the first of the
trials. Six boys are up for sentencing. My nightmares were really bad, it
was like I was reliving everything I went through, and I don't want to go
through it again.

	By the time five rolled around, I was exhausted, but I needed to
get up, to get out, to do something, so after my morning ritual in the
bathroom, I changed into my workout clothes and went for my morning jog. I
took a longer route than I normally do. Not on purpose. I ended up getting
lost and finding myself in the woods at the park on one of those trails.

	It's now seven, so I finish the trail, get out of the park, and jog
to the house, getting there in an hour. I don't have school today, due to
the court cases, so I don't have to worry. As soon as I'm inside, I go to
the room I do my martial arts training in and start practicing there, doing
some other exercises after, then a cool-down before going up to the room
and taking a shower.

	I should probably touch-up my roots. I open up the drawer I keep
the kit in and hesitate. There's a bottle of shampoo next to it, one to get
the dye out of my hair. I don't know why I bought it Saturday, after Tessa
left to go home with her brother (who's sixteen, and really cute, but I
wasn't going to say that to him, he'd probably just beat me up or rape me
because he can't get me pregnant, like he can his girlfriend).

	I started dyeing my hair because of Kevin. He kept calling me a
stupid blond. It makes it sound worse than just calling me stupid. But I've
had guys and girls tell me that they think I'd look cuter with my hair not
being dyed.

	Kevin can fuck himself.

	I grab the bottle and take off my clothes and get into the shower,
not leaving until the dye is out of my hair. That takes awhile, my hair is
so light in color that it dyes really easily. I get out of the shower and
dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist as I enter the bedroom and go
into the closet, leaving after a moment to go back into the bathroom to
flip the fan back on because I forgot to leave it on so the moisture leaves
faster, then return to the closet.

	There, I realize my hair is still really wet, so I try drying it
off some more with the towel, giving up and going back to the bathroom to
grab the blow dryer and dry it that way. Done, I return to my closet, and
for the first time in years, I see my hair in its completely natural
color. It's so blond, it's almost white. Platinum-blond, as Ben would call
it, back when I was little. It matches my eyebrows.

	I wonder if I really am cute, and stare at myself in the
mirror. I'm no longer scrawny and thin, but have muscle on me now. My
six-pack abs are clearly visible on my stomach, and my legs and arms are
muscular. I don't think I'm hot, but maybe I'm not bad-looking anymore. I'm
just glad Finn stopped flirting with me, even if he won't stop getting into
my room and putting clothes into my closet. I don't want to wear them, I
want to wear Under Armour.

	Today, though, I have to wear a suit. I don't want to do that, but
I get dressed in one. I still put on Under Armour underwear, socks, and
sneakers, though, but I make sure they're my black ones, so that they at
least look good. I can't stand dress shoes. Or ties.

	I don't want to put on a tie, but I have to for the court.

	Finally dressed, I look at myself in the mirror again. I have a
serious expression on my face, and I have dark spots under my eyes,
probably because I couldn't sleep. My eyes are red, too. I was crying, I'm
a big crybaby.

	Done, I go downstairs. It's ten, now, and everyone is getting ready
for court.

	"There you are, Xander," Mr. Scott says. "I knocked on your door,
but you didn't answer."

	"I'm sorry," I say. "I didn't mean to ignore you, I didn't hear a
knock. Please don't beat me."

	I stare down at the ground, hoping he doesn't beat me. He's been
merciful so far, but it's only a matter of time before he beats me.

	"Xander," Mr. Scott gets down on one knee and looks up into my
eyes. "I want you to stop thinking I'm going to beat you. I will never,
ever, for any reason, beat you, even if you do something I don't like. My
own parents spanked me, and that just made me scared and creative. I know
you've been treated worse than that, and I don't agree with that method of
parenting. I will ground you if you do anything wrong, not beat you. I
promise you that, Xander."

	"Kings keep their promises," I say. "No one else does. Luke wants
to be my boyfriend, but he can't keep a promise to not touch me, breaking
it within an hour of making the promise. And Mrs. Scott promised to let me
pick out my own Halloween outfit and that she'd just watch, but she kept
trying to get me to try on others. And you promised you'd take me to learn
how to shoot a gun by the end of October. Today is November first."

	I stare at him, scared of how mad he's going to be that I called
him a liar. No one likes being called a liar, especially not by me.

	"I'm going to be honest with you, Xander," Mr. Scott says. "I
completely forgot about that promise. I'm making you a new promise: when we
get home from court today, I will have Eric take you shooting. I'll be
going with you, of course, but he's a better teacher than me."

	Eric is the chief of security for Mr. Scott's house. He's really
strong and scary, and he knows people.

	Mr. Scott will probably break this promise, just like he'll break
his promise to not beat me.

	"Who taught you how to tie a tie?" He asks.

	"Adrian King did," I answer.

	"He did?" Mr. Scott looks confused. "When?"

	"After I met him," I answer. "He told me it's important to know how
to tie a tie. I made sure to not forget how."

	"I'm sure you'd have remembered just fine," Mr. Scott smiles, then
stands up and looks down at me. "You really are blond."

	"Yes, that was established when we got my hair cut."

	He is being stupid. He knew I was a blond, he even saw my roots
back then.

	"What do you want to eat before we leave?" He asks. "Though it
looks like you're already ready, so we'll need to make sure to not get your
suit dirty."

	"I'm not eating before court."

	"Why not?" He asks.

	"I'll probably just puke it back up," I answer. "If I get really
stressed out, I puke. It's one of the body's natural reaction to
stress. I'm scared, and because of that, I'm stressed. I don't want to go,
but I have to, in case they need me to testify."

	I want to run and hide, but they'll find me if I do. That will make
them angry, and they'll beat me. So I'm going. The others will find me if I
do go, though, and they'll just beat me up and rape me again.

	Mrs. Scott meets us, she's wearing a suit, her hair fixed in a
tight bun. Mr. Scott is already in a suit. The two of them ready and me
scared, we leave, arriving at the courthouse forty-five minutes later
(Mrs. Scott wanted to try to get me to eat something and so had Mr. Scott
stop at a small restaurant for a few minutes so she could get me food, but
I didn't touch it).

	At the courthouse, we have to walk through metal detectors. Those
scare me. I have to take off my belt and my watch and put them in a
bucket. My phone and wallet had to go into the bucket, along with my
keys. I watched them carefully to make sure I got them back after I was
through the metal detector.

	Mr. Scott tells me that I can wait outside the courtroom until I'm
needed, if at all, then hands me a little device with earbuds plugged into
them, telling me he picked the music for me. I put the earbuds into my ears
and turn it on. It sounds like running water, but not, like, from a faucet,
but not rain. It takes me a few moments to realize that it's a
waterfall. It sounds nice. Someone with worth would probably have known it
was a waterfall immediately, not have to think about it.

	There are several different waterfall sounds. When it switches
between the third and fourth waterfall sequence, there's a four-second clip
of a cow mooing. I giggled a little, then remembered where I was and looked
around, scared I'd get into trouble. Just a security guard heard me, and he
didn't say anything.

	Between the sixth and seventh tracks, it's the sound of a horse
whinnying. Between ten and eleven is the sound of puppies barking, probably
playing with each other. There are several. Every two to six tracks,
there's a quick, two to four second track of an animal sound. The other
tracks last ten to twenty minutes each. I figure all that out because it
has a screen, so I can scroll through it and look at everything. Mr. Scott
just labeled them with numbers, so I have to actually switch the tracks to
find that out. Then I start the play list over and listen to the sound of
the waterfalls.

	An hour and a half into the trial, a guard tells me I'm needed in
the room, so I enter, my heart racing. Not really racing, it's not racing
against something. That's a metaphor, too. It means that my heart is
beating really fast. But it's a comparison to make a point, so it's not a
lie, so it's safe to say.

	They call me up to the stand. Mr. Scott told me before the trial
started what that means, so I know what to do. As I get up to the front, I
realize that Kevin's in here. He's sitting where the defendant sits, a smug
look on his face, dressed in orange. Why do they put prisoners in orange
and not black and white?

	"Place your right hand on the Bible and repeat after me," the man
by the witness stand says to me.

	I look at the Bible, then up at him. I'm terrified, I want to run
and hide and escape Kevin's gaze and his wrath. But Adrian King said to
always look people in the eyes and talk clearly. I do that when I'm in
trouble or if I did something bad. I don't do it much outside of that,
because it's hard for me, but I'm in court, so I do my best to do that.

	"If God existed," I say. "Do you really think he'd let this happen
to me? I'm not swearing on the Bible. And don't be incompetent and ask me
to swear 'so help me God', because I don't believe in him. I always tell
the truth. I do not lie. Ever. That's excluding metaphors and similes,
because those are comparisons used to give an image or an idea, and so
that's not actually lying. But I've only ever used two that I know of, and
that's to myself, in my thoughts. Can we get this over with? I'm scared and
want to leave."

	"Your Honor," Kevin's lawyer stands up. "I'd like to have the kid
removed as a reliable witness, he's shown himself to be belligerent,
defiant, and isn't even dressed properly for court. He's also refusing to
take the oath, and-"

	"Objection, Your Honor," the prosecutor stands up. "The victim is
thirteen years old, and both at home and in each of his previous homes
while in the system, including at the defendant's, was reported to have
never worn dress shoes for more than five minutes before taking them off
and putting his regular shoes on. My client has shown Autistic tendencies,
and that should be taken into account when taking in his appearance, the
rest of which is up to par, including his properly tied tie, which
Mr. Scott, his adoptive father, was surprised to see him come out of his
room with this morning. As for the oath, Xander stated that he will state
the truth. For reliability, you can look at his records - despite having
been in multiple homes until the Scotts took him in, one thing people said
about him was that he never lied, he would only avoid answering a question
if he didn't want to state the truth. However, I spoke with him before the
trial began, and instructed him to not do that, and he made a promise to
try to answer every question to the best of his ability. If you look at his
record, you'll also note that Xander doesn't make promises he doesn't think
he can keep, something else every single one of those families
stated. Xander is a very blunt boy, and everything he said was in direct
response to the oath. His reliability has not been proven negative. We'd
also like to point out that the defense has been attempting to keep Xander
from taking the stand since before the trial even began, despite having
never spoken with him."

	"Sustained," the judge says. "Xander, do you swear to answer every
question honestly and to the best of your ability?"

	"I already said that."

	"Yes or no?"

	"I'm supposed to be the stupid one," I look up at him. "You're the
judge. I already answered your question. I don't lie. I'm not going to
start lying. Just don't ask me to describe what happened, I'm trying not to
think about it, and if I start describing it, I'll start screaming because
I'll start feeling as if I'm going through it again."

	The judge tells me to enter the witness stand, so I do. The
prosecutor approaches me, and I notice that she stands so that I cannot see
very much of Kevin, her body blocking most of my view.

	"Alexander-"

	"Xander."

	"Pardon?" She asks.

	"I go by 'Xander'," I say. "Not 'Alexander'. That may not seem
formal, but Xander is the name I use, and it is not a pet name, so
therefore, it is a formal name. I will respond to it or 'Mr. King'. I do
not, and have not since I was little, ever respond to
'Alexander'. Therefore, it is formal of you to call me 'Xander' while in
court, if you are not going to use my last name. Using 'Alexander' is to
belittle and disrespect the witness, me."

	"Very well, then, Mr. King," she says. "I have just a few questions
for you. Please answer them as best as you can. The first one is: have you
been raped by anyone in this room?"

	"Yes."

	"Point at them," she says. "And say who they are."

	"I cannot do the first one very well," I say. "As you are blocking
my view of him. He is Kevin, the defendant."

	"Look at him," she moves out of my way, and I do. "Make sure it is
him. Think about your answer, and tell me - did someone in this room rape
you, and if so, who?"

	"Yes," I point at Kevin. "Him. Kevin Grant."

	"What did he do to you?"

	"Please don't make me answer," I ask, scared. I can see it all
again, like it's happening again. "He-"

	"Don't need to go into descriptive detail," she interrupts
me. "Just exact actions."

	"Objection, Your Honor-"

	"Overruled."

	"Go on," the prosecutor says to me.

	"Fucked me," I say. "Forced me to suck his dick, used a whip on me,
sometimes tied me to a pole, sometimes to a bed, sometimes left me there
alone, he'd get with his buddies and they'd fuck me at the same time, and
sometimes while someone else was making me suck them, and he started to
strangle me a few times, and he really liked using a taser on me, and STOP!
I'LL BE GOOD! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! KEVIN, NO! I DON'T WANT TO! I'LL BE
GOOD, KEVIN, PLEASE STOP! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! I'LL BE GOOD! GET AWAY
FROM ME! NOOOOOOOO!"

[Luke]

	Xander should be at court right about now, and I'm stuck in
school. Kevin's up for trial today. I want to be there, but I was told I
wasn't needed. That kind of made me mad.

	Everyone's asking me where Xander is. I tell them I don't know, as
few people need to know about what happened to him as possible. Parker
knows something's up, and has probably put two and two together, since he
knows that Kevin's on trial for raping someone.

	During lunch, Garret walks over to my table and sits down, which he
never does. He always lets me and Parker eat by ourselves, since no one
likes me because they're all idiots who can't understand what they're
missing by not being my friend.

	"What's up?" I ask.

	"About your party on Friday," he says. "Who all's going? My parents
want to know who will be there."

	"You, Parker, and me are the confirmed," I say. "I think Xander's
going to be there, when I was leaving his house yesterday, he said he'd be
there, but I think he's doing it out of pity."

	"Pity?" Garret lifts an eyebrow, and I immediately get upset with
him. I still can't figure that out. Xander can do it, too, and I don't
think he even realizes he does it when he does. "Why would Xander pity
you?"

	That makes my face heat up in embarrassment.

	"So I was in the sauna with him and Finn," I say. "And I've never
been in a sauna before."

	"Didn't hydrate," Parker's trying not to smile. "And stood up
really fast, didn't you?"

	"Yeah," my face gets even hotter. "I hit my head pretty hard, but
thankfully, didn't break it open or anything. But I think Xander felt sorry
for me, and so agreed to go to my party. I'm really worried about him,
though."

	"So am I," Gavin says. "Apart from the beginning of the year, he's
never missed school."

	"I know where he's at," I say. "He's facing demons of his past
right now, people who helped shape him into the scared kid that he is. I
want to just round them all up and kill them."

	I do. Xander is too good and special for anyone to hurt him. He
doesn't even know his own charms, his own beauty, his own intelligence, and
he makes others look clumsy and ugly and stupid. He's amazingly hot,
amazingly nice (if a bit blunt), and amazingly awesome.

	And just thinking about anyone hurting him makes me angry.

	When school lets out, I head over to Xander's, hoping today's part
of the trial is over. When I get there, I'm told that Xander's not feeling
good by one of the staff, and that he doesn't want to talk to anyone. I
start to leave when I hear my name.

	I turn to see Finn coming down the stairs.

	"Hey," I say. "Just talking to Xander?"

	"No," Finn answers as he reaches me. "He's got a chair against his
door to keep anyone from getting in. Apparently, he freaked out in the
courtroom and started reliving what was done to him, in his mind. They had
to sedate him, though Uncle Trey said it wore off an hour ago."

	"I want to kill those fuckers."

	"So do I," Finn says, and then sighs, leading me out of the
house. "Two more days of this. Hopefully, he won't be needed in the
courtroom. Hopefully, he's able to even get dressed tomorrow so he can go."

	"Do you know the verdicts?" I ask.

	"Guilty for all six," Finn says. "Uncle Trey sent me a text a few
minutes ago with the results. They're all getting pretty heavy sentences,
though fair for their crimes. Honestly, I'd rather kill them all and get
them gone, but even in juvie, I'm sure, prisoners don't like child
molesters. They'll be someone's bitch, if they survive."

	"Hopefully, they don't," I look at my car, my driver looking back
at me before I look back at Finn. "But they definitely deserve to be
someone's bitch. I know that it's probably going to sound weird, with
what's going on with Xander right now, but I was wondering something."

	"What?"

	"Xander," I say. "Is stubbornly refusing to be my boyfriend, but
he's not the only person I find attractive, just the only person I want a
relationship with. I'm sure you know that I fool around with Parker."

	"Xander told us about the jacking off," he says, and I feel my face
heat up. "You do know that he tells Mr. Scott everything that happens
between you two, right? And I do mean everything, including the blowjob."

	"Fuck."

	"I hear he's going to your party on Friday," Finn says. "And even
spending the night. He really must feel sorry for you after what happened
yesterday. Hurt him while he's there, and I will know, and I will hunt you
down and kill you."

	"I'm sure," I say. "But I'm not going to hurt him, I love him too
much. I'm sure, with your appearance, it's not easy to find someone to mess
around with. Until Xander finally comes around, want to be my bed-buddy?
You might look strange, Ghost, but you're still hot."

	"You still call me 'Ghost'," he snorts.

	"By accident, mostly," I say. "I'm trying to do it less often, now
that I interact with you more."

	"It's fine," he laughs. "And yeah, it might sound weird, with what
Xander's going through right now, but it's not as if not having sex will
help him get through it, especially when he's not even letting us near
him. And I'm more into preteens than kids our age, and you're almost
fourteen."

	"Oh."

	"But," he says. "My parents won't be home for awhile, and the staff
don't talk."

	I smile at him. I guess he planned on being here awhile, because he
sent his driver away, so we get into the back of my car, then head to his
house. I've been in it a few times, it's huge, just like Xander's. There,
we go up to Finn's room, which is actually pretty similar to mine. Sports
posters, anime posters, books, movies, a complete gaming setup, and not
devoid of color just because he can.

	"So," I say once we're in his room. "Do you have any attraction to
me at all, or are just trying to get off?"

	"Both," Finn says. "But know that it's been awhile since I last had
sex, so I probably won't be loose back there, like I'm sure Parker is."

	"That's fine," I start stripping.

	Finn starts stripping as well, and it's only after we're both fully
naked that I realize that he said he's had sex before. I wonder who he
managed to do it with, they must be one might resilient person, I'm still a
little disturbed by him, but I really need to get off.

	I can't help but admire his body, firm and toned, his skin like
marble, perfectly sculpted into a pale god. He doesn't have any hair on his
arms or legs or chest or stomach, but he does have some white pubic
hair. He's not hard, but I can see that he's uncut. The head of his dick is
a pale pink color, and in the dimmer light of his room, I realize that his
eyes come across as blue. I've only ever seen them as red before.

	"Why are your eyes blue in here?" I ask.

	"The lighting's softer," he answers. "I use LED's, too, which
aren't as harsh, even when brighter than this. Because of that, my eyes
come off as blue instead of red, the red's only in harsher or brighter
light, if you saw me outside at night, they'd look blue instead of red
unless they got hit with light, such as from a car or street lamp."

	"That's cool," I say. "I'm going to skip the making out and stuff,
because I want to get started, and while I do enjoy a good makeout session,
I also want that dick in my mouth."

	I get on my knees in front of him and start playing with his dick,
stroking it until he gets hard, standing at five inches of slender
length. Once he's hard, I take his dick into his mouth. Definitely bigger
than Parker's and Xander's, but then, he's about two years older than them.

	I still take him all the way in, and he gasps as I do, grabbing my
head as I bury my nose in his crotch, then start to bob back and forth.

	"Fuck, that feels amazing," Finn moans. "Gonna cum!"

	I pull my head back, letting his dick stick away from his body,
covered in my spit, and look up at him, smiling a little bit.

	"Fuck," he gasps. "Don't stop, I need to cum."

	"Get on your bed," I say. "On your back."

	He does, and I ask him where his lube is.

	"What do you want that for?"

	"I've only Parker in me," I say. "And you're bigger than him. I'm
taking you up the ass. Where's your lube?"

	"Closet," he answers. "In the dresser, second drawer from the
bottom, under the shorts."

	I go into his closet, and am not surprised at all by the fact that
all of his clothes are white or a faded, almost-white color. I find the
lube, he's got eight different ones, all of them edible, and I smile. He
has definitely played with himself, and if all of his lube is edible, I'm
betting that means he can suck himself, and sometimes does after jacking
off. Why else would he go with edible lube when he's by himself?

	I grab a tube of the kiwi strawberry, curious to know how good it
is, and go back to his bed, where he's stroking himself.

	"Stop that," I smack his hand away, and he grins at me. "How come
you only have edible lubes?"

	"I've got non-edible, too," he says. "But that's readily
available. Figured you'd want the edible, just in case."

	"In case of what?" I ask, knowing full well he means in case I want
to suck him again after I take his dick in my ass. He just grins at
me. "Let's get this started."

	I squeeze some of the lube onto a finger, lubing it up before
applying it to my ass, pushing my finger into my hole. It's been awhile
since I've had a dick in me, and Finn's definitely bigger than one finger,
but I'm too horny and don't want to wait. I don't mind the pain.

	Once my finger slides easily, I lube up Finn's dick, then climb
onto him, lowering myself as I guide his dick, feeling it push into my
hole.  Yeah, that hurts, but I take him all the way down, sitting on him
for a moment.

	"Fuck," he gasps. "Fuck, Luke, that's just? fuck."

	I lean forward, putting my hands on his pale breasts as I start
riding him, guiding his dick back into my hole when I accidentally pull off
too much. He lasts a few minutes before telling me he's going to cum, and
then he grabs my legs and thrusts his hips up, forcing his dick all the way
as he climaxes, shooting his load into me.

	"Fuck," he gasps again as he comes down from his climax. "Fucking
hell, that was amazing, Luke."

[Finn]

	Luke may be talkative and narcissistic, but he's also a little hot,
even if he's too old for me, and he knows how to ride a guy. We do this
again, I'm definitely letting him keep charge. He pulls off my dick after I
shoot in his ass, that was probably my best orgasm ever. Not probably,
definitely. Instead of doing whatever I thought he was going to do after (I
honestly don't know what), he starts kissing me, pushing his tongue into my
mouth. I let him, fighting his tongue with my own for a moment. He's not as
good as Xander, but damn is he good.

	He slides hid tongue down my chest, making sure to hit both nipples
before he goes down to my dick, taking it into his mouth. I may have just
had a powerful orgasm, but I still get hard quickly, and this time, it
takes me longer. My load's weaker this time, but I don't care. This is
nothing like sucking myself.

	"My turn," Luke says as he looks up at me, letting my dick fall out
of his mouth.

	"For what?" I ask.

	"Get on all fours," he says. "I'm going to fuck you."

	I'm not sure I want to, but at the same time, I do. I do as he
says, and he starts lubing up around my hole, then pushes a finger in,
telling me to relax and push as if taking a shit, so I do. His finger
slides in easily, and he finger fucks me, hitting my prostate a few
times. Damn does that feel good, I need to go back to messing with it. Why
did I even stop?

	He pulls the finger out, and a few moments later, he pushes two
into my hole. It isn't until he does three that it starts to hurt, but that
fades quickly. After a few minutes of being finger-fucked with three
fingers, Luke determines it's time to fuck me. I gasp in pain as his three
and a quarter-inches enters me.

	When he's all the way in, he stops, telling me to let him know when
I'm ready, and after a few, it starts to feel better, so I tell him he's
good, and he starts fucking me. He's not gentle with it, pounding me hard
and fast, but I don't care, I like the feel of his dick in my ass. He lasts
a long time before he cums in my ass, and after, we just lie on my bed on
our backs.

	"So?" He turns onto his side to ace me after about twenty minutes
or so.

	"Fuck."

	"So soon?" He asks, smiling, and I turn onto my side and punch him
lightly. "Hey!"

	"Until you or I get someone," I look at him. "Want to do this more
often?"

	"Mind if we make out again?" He asks, and I snort, then kiss him.

[Dylan]

	"Now that soccer's over," Sam says as we get to his house. "We've
got more time to hang out."

	"Hey, Sage," I rub Sage's head as she tries to jump up on
me. "Down, girl!" Sage drops back to the ground, and I look over at
Stealth, who is staring at me from her blanket. "Hey, Stealth."

	"Woof," Stealth half-heartedly tries to scare me off.

	Sam and I go to his room, and within seconds, we're both naked and
on his bed, my dick entering his ass. When we finish, we cuddle on his
bed. I like Sam for sex, but not as a boyfriend, and he feels the same way
about me. He doesn't want a boyfriend, just sex.

	While we're lying here, my phone rings out of nowhere. Sam groans,
knowing I'll check it, just in case it's Roy or Greta.

	"Dash!" I exclaim, answering the phone. "How'd you get my number?"

	"Ryan gave it to me," he answers. "What's up, Dylan? How've you
been?"

	A couple of homes ago, I had a boyfriend who was this super-cute
boy named Dash. He's got really blond hair and the most amazing, entrancing
blue eyes, and is an awesome kisser. We never fooled around, but he's a big
goofball and a pretty fun guy. Other than Matt King, he's my only crush
ever.

	"Not bad," I say. "How've you been?"

	"No longer virgin," he answers.

	"Same here," I look at Sam. "As a matter of fact, I have sex pretty
regularly. You?"

	"Just once," he's definitely pouting, wherever he is. "Is he hot?"

	"Definitely hot," I say, and Sam grins at me. "We're not
boyfriends, though, he's definitely not you."

	"You just finished having sex, didn't you?" He asks, and I
laugh. "You did! Dylan, you brat! Give him a kiss for me, whoever he is."

	I kiss Sam on the lips and tell him that's from my ex, and he just
laughs.

	"He laughed," I say. "What's up with the call? Didn't think I'd
ever hear from the awesomest boyfriend ever again."

	"Going to be in town later this month," he says. "Was wanting to
know if you wanted to hangout. And since neither of us are virgins,
maybe...we can do what we put off doing? And I don't mind a three-way if
you don't."

	I'm not sure if he's joking with that last comment or serious, but
knowing him, probably both.

	"When you coming out?" I ask.

	"Probably around Thanksgiving," he answers. "Wanna do it?"

	"Let's hang," I say. "And maybe," he laughs. "Hey, I'm going to let
you go, I think Sam is ready for round two."

	"Fuck him good for me!" Dash giggles, then hangs up.

	Before I can do anything, my phone rings again.

	"It's Tessa," I tell Sam, who groans, knowing that we'll both pay
hell if I don't answer, since she knows we hang out. "Hey, Tessa."

	"Have you two finished having sex yet?"

	"Is that any of your business?"

	"I'll assume yes, since you answered," she says. "So Bethany and
Josh are heading to the zoo with me on Saturday. I was wondering if you
wanted to hang out, though I know it means you'd have to actually spend a
whole Saturday away from your fuck-buddy."

	"And you know we have sex how?" I ask, and Sam's expression turns
from curiosity to horror.

	"Matt and I both agree that you two are fucking," Tessa says. "Matt
also bet me you top and he bottoms."

	"What do you owe him?"

	"Crap!" She giggles. "He wants me to dye my hair in a rainbow for
his next video with the minions. Guess I have to do that, now. So, want to
come?"

	"I'm not big on zoos."

	"I might have another guy coming," she says. "You know the guy from
my Halloween party?"

	"I was busy on Halloween."

	"Fucking Sam, right?" She asks, and I don't answer. "Knew it! Matt
agreed with me on that that's what you two were doing. You know that cute
blond pretending to have brown hair from my photos that looks like he could
be Matt's brother?"

	Yeah, I know who she's talking about. He's just as cute as Matt is,
and I think they might be related. Honestly, Matt's taken, and I think the
kid in the photo's really cute, and was hoping that Tessa's new friend was
gay.

	"He's going to be there?" I ask, hopeful.

	"Maybe," she says. "He hasn't actually given me an answer, just
said he'd be there if he decides to go. He's really shy, and doesn't like
being touched, but when I was talking about him with Matt at school today,
he mentioned that he saw Xander that night, that Xander ended up at his
house instead of mine. Oh, Xander's his name. Anyway, he said that Xander
majorly set off his gaydar, and since you're not actually dating Sam, I
figured, maybe you could talk with him if he does show up, and maybe you
two could hit it off. I think he'd like you. Anyway, as I said, he's really
shy, but if he tags along, who knows, maybe you'll leave with a boyfriend?
And he seems like a really great guy, too. He's really jumpy and doesn't
like being touched, and he doesn't really show a lot of emotion, but he's
really cool, so don't turn off immediately when you meet him. We'll pick
you up at eight-thirty, be ready to go."

	And then she hangs up, and I'm left wondering how I went from being
asked to go to being told I'm going. I do have to admit, Xander's cute, and
she's right, he didn't seem to be showing any emotion, but there was this
look in his eyes in the pictures, as if he were enjoying himself.

	Maybe we could work out.

[Xander]

	Mr. Scott kept his promise. He had Eric teach me how to clean and
use a gun. Not just on Wednesday, though, but yesterday, too. The trial is
long, and they didn't make me go back in after I freaked out on
Wednesday. I was sure I was going to get into trouble for that, but I
didn't. I'm still scared, though. I couldn't help it, it felt like Kevin
was raping me and tasing me again.

	Today's the last day of the trial, and the day of Luke's
birthday. They just gave them guilty verdicts, so the stage of them is
over. There are others who will be on trial, and others who are walking
free, and probably going to come after me. I haven't slept very well, and
had to take sleeping pills to sleep last night. I didn't like that, I'm not
doing that again. The dream catcher isn't working, it's probably run out of
power because of all my bad dreams, and needs to be replaced.

	The trial over, I'm finally able to leave. I only have a couple of
hours left at school, so I don't go to school, just back to the house and
to my room, changing into regular clothes, then lying on my bed and staring
at the ceiling.

	I felt sorry for Luke, after he hit his head in the sauna, so I
changed my mind and told him I'd go to his party. I saw Finn yesterday, and
he talked about me going to Luke's party, saying that he talked to Luke on
Wednesday, and that Luke told him to tell me not to worry about bringing a
present, that just being there is a present enough for him, from me.

	Luke's trying to charm me.

	I know they had sex on Wednesday. He wants to charm me, but goes
and has sex with the freak. He needs to get his mind in order and his
priorities straight. I'm supposed to show up around seven, so at five, I
eat dinner, then ask a driver if he can take me somewhere.

	There's this really good restaurant I know of that I eat at
sometimes. I've eaten in a few times, but I usually just get something to
go. They have this really good dessert item, a blueberry cheesecake with
strawberry drizzle. I'm going to be nice to Luke and bring it. I'll get
four slices, one for Luke, one for Gavin, one for Parker, and one for me.

~~END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN~~

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