Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2017 11:48:37 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 19

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	In the last chapter, Xander hung out with Dylan and Dash at the
mall, and started to smile a little bit before a former 'patron' of
Xander's went off on him for burning his house down, a response Xander had
to being raped, showing a whole new side to Xander. Xander was released
from the hospital, then got home and asked Mr. Scott about Thanksgiving
plans, then invited the orphanage he was from to attend, and the next day,
Xander kept himself locked in the annex after dropping off cheesecakes he'd
made.

	Anyway, on with the chapter! Also, there's a note at the very end
of the chapter.

~~Chapter Nineteen Stress and Fun~~

[Xander]

	I didn't want to go to the Winter Dance. I really didn't want to go
to it at all. But they talked me into it. They heard about the high
school's Homecoming Dance, and so asked me to help out with the Winter
Dance.

	Their dances are a lot different from the public school dances,
just like the high school's dances. They spend a lot more money on
it. Streamers and balloons, yeah, but they also had a few ice sculptures,
when I was thinking it would just be spray-painted polystyrene. That
actually looked cool, I got to see it before the dance, before they started
to melt from the heat caused by all the bodies packed into one room.

	With the blue and white lights flashing around the room, and the
blue and white decorations and balloons and streamers and the ice
sculptures, it actually looks like a winter wonderland. But a richer, more
professional version of one.

	Dress code is black, white, or blue, though I'm wearing a red
suit. That was Karma's decision, she said I needed to stand out. I don't
like standing out, but she said it'd be better if I did.

	I'm nervous the entire time we're at the dance. No one seems to
have heard about what happened at the mall, other than I got attacked, and
so there's no attacks on me for being a wuss yet. When they do, there will
be some severe backlash for it. I'm scared of when that happens.

	The only thing that gets me through the crowd and the noise and the
people and everything is the knowledge that I get to hang out with Dylan
and them tomorrow, the first time since the incident at the
mall. Hopefully, I don't get grounded this time.

	The public school lets out on Wednesday, while our last day of
tests was today, Friday. This weekend is the last time we can all hang out
before tests are over and Tessa and Josh both go on vacation for winter
break. I'm staying at the house.

	Luke's around here somewhere, babbling some random person's ear off
because Parker went on vacation as soon as we got out of school today. He's
going to the Bahamas for Christmas. Might already be there, I don't know
how long it takes for him to get to the Bahamas. Faster than Luke,
probably, since Luke would just keep talking and forget to get on the plane
or boat or whatever. Could put a muzzle on him. Do they make muzzles for
people?

	Luke is nice to hang out with, except when he wants to masturbate
me. I'm scared of telling him that, though. What if he turns mean and cruel
when I tell him?

	I like hanging out with Dylan and them, though. It's actually a
little bit fun. They don't make me do anything, just ask me, and if I shake
my head, they don't make me. And they talk to me, too, but don't force me
to talk. I like them better than anyone else. And I like Dylan, too. I
really hope we can hang out tomorrow without getting in trouble.

[Dylan]

	"Time for round three!" I exclaim, and Tessa looks over with a
weird look on her face. "For hanging out with Xander. Hopefully this time,
he doesn't get grounded as a result."

	"Hopefully!" She laughs. "I'm so glad we were able to convince
everyone that my parents would be home. I just hope that Xander's don't
want to meet my parents before he hangs out late with us."

	There's a quiet knock at the door. It's barely audible, and if we
weren't standing near it, waiting for the pizza to show up, we wouldn't
have heard it at all. We both look at each other.

	"Xander," we both say, then burst out laughing as Tessa opens the
door.

	Xander's standing there in his Under Armour jacket, hands in his
pockets as he looks at us, shivering just a little and covered with a light
dusting of snow. Yeah, it's getting bad out. He's got on Under Armor sweats
and sneakers, too. And he looks so damn hot right now, crap! Instant-boner
every time I see him! Or even think about him, for that matter.

	"Come on in!" Karma exclaims, and he huddles inside. "Why are you
dressed so lightly?"

	"Was fine," he shivers, shaking himself and throwing snow
everywhere. "Until the wind picked up. Brrr! That's cold!"

	"New pants and shoes?" I ask, and his face turns a little
red. "What?"

	"School paid me for planning their Winter Dance," he says
quietly. "I wanted a matching outfit."

	"Looks cool," I say. "Why'd your school pay you for that? At ours,
we just set it up and tear it down and stuff, we don't get paid, it's just
part of the event."

	"Because they spend a lot of money on it," he mumbles so softly, I
have to lean in to understand him. "And always pay the party planner who
arranges it, but they had me do it this year instead, because I'd planned
the high school's Homecoming Bash. That's what I used to buy the
jacket. It's comfy."

	"Oh, okay," I say. "Wow, must be a nice school, to pay the student
who plans out the events."

	I get the feeling that if they paid him, it was more than just
planning the event that he did. Probably was in charge of set up and
probably did the entire planning by himself, maybe even picked out the food
and everything. Ours is always just pizza and soda, and I'm not sure how
rich kids do it.

	The doorbell rings, and we answer it to find the pizza guy
there. We pay and tip and take the pizza, and he leaves, then we gather
around the coffee table and start eating while we wait for Josh and Beth to
show up.

	"What do you want to drink?" Tessa asks, walking to the kitchen.

	"Got soda?" I ask as Xander asks for water.

	"Got root beer," she answers. "Pepsi, and Sprite. You don't want
soda, Xander?"

	"Don't like fizzy things."

	"Really?" I ask, and his face reddens. "It's not something to be
embarrassed about, I just thought it was weird. I mean, you and Matt - he's
this kid at school - look like you could be brothers, and he doesn't like
them, either."

	"Matt King?" Xander asks.

	"You know him?" I ask.

	"He's famous," Xander says. "And I met him on Halloween because I
was stupid and went to the wrong house. He lives three doors down. He's
nice. We're cousins."

	"You and Matt are cousins?" Tessa asks, sounding just as surprised
as I am.

	"Yeah," Xander answers. "I don't know if he knows, though. Our dads
were brothers. They're both dead, now."

	"And you live with your caretakers, right?"

	"Correct."

	"So are you foster kid, or adopted?" She asks.

	"Both."

	"That doesn't make sense," I say. "How are you both?"

	"They adopted me," Xander says. "But it's not finalized. They want
to make sure a worthless kid like me is going to be okay in their
home. They'll probably send me back soon instead of adopting me."

	Tessa didn't mention that comment, either. She just puts a finger
to her lips and looks at me suggestively before suppressing a giggle and
turning around, opening up the fridge. I get the picture, and ask Xander to
close his eyes. He does, and I lean in for a kiss. He opens his eyes in
surprise, backing up a few feet, and I worry that I freaked him out.

	"You're not worthless," I say. "I wouldn't do that to just anyone."

	He looks over at Tessa nervously, but she's busy with the fridge,
and then looks back at me, calming down a little. Ah, he was scared of her
reaction. He looks at her again, then scoots back over to me and kisses me,
though he seems unsure, even when I kiss him back. He does get his tongue
involved, though, and holy cow is that like lightning.

	When Xander gets into a kiss, it's like my entire body is coursing
with energy and passion and I really need to get off and holy shit this is
amazing and-

	"Okay, lovebirds!" Tessa interrupts us, and we jump apart, causing
her to laugh as Xander reddens. "Let's eat!"

	Xander devours one of the three pizzas by himself, once his nerves
calm down. He started in on his first slice slowly, embarrassed from being
caught by Tessa making out with me.

	Beth and Josh show up as we eat, and we break out Monopoly, the
purpose of the five of us gathering tonight. We select our pieces, Xander
waiting until we're done to pick his own. I grab the dog, the last of the
rest of us to pick, and there's a longing look in Xander's eyes, though his
face remains blank and unemotional.

	"Want the dog?" I ask Xander, and he looks at me, paranoia in his
eyes. "You can have it, if you want."

	Quietly, he holds out a hand, and I hand it to him, taking the boat
instead. Beth picked the thimble, Josh the hat, and Tessa the car. Pieces
picked, we begin playing. After a few moments, Xander starts to look happy,
but when it reaches his turn, we realize that he doesn't know how to play.

	"Have you never played Monopoly before?" Tessa asks, and his face
turns bright red again, and he looks scared.

	"Not since I was littler," Xander answer quietly. "I was seven or
eight."

	"Oh, okay!" Tessa says. "I'm sure you'll get back into the grove of
it, then."

	We explain the rules to him, and he rolls, getting a two and a
three. He's a bit confused at first, but we help him with it, and then it's
my turn, as we're going to the left (of course), and I'm on his left.

 After the first couple of turns, Xander starts to get into the groove of
the game, and by the end, he's dominating the board. Tessa went bankrupt
first, ending up giving Xander the last of her properties to pay for his
hotel on Boardwalk, then I went bankrupt and had to give him my last green
property after hitting his two of his orange hotels in two turns, and then
Josh goes out, and Beth knows she's going to lose, but goes until she does.

	"Danggit!" She exclaims when he finally bankrupts her. "Are you
sure you haven't played this in years?"

	Xander just nods, and I think he looks scared.

	"Well, I couldn't tell!" She says, and we all laugh. Xander
nervously smiles. "So, Xander. We know pretty much everything about each
other, but practically nothing about you. What's your favorite place to eat
in town?"

	"I'm not sure," he says. "I like two places the same. I don't have
a favorite, though."

	"What's your favorite food, then?"

	"Blueberry cheesecake with strawberries on top and real strawberry
drizzle, not that yucky fake stuff," he makes a face. "It's really good. My
favorite food, not the yucky, fake strawberry drizzle most places
do. That's disgusting.

 "Been awhile since you had it?"

	"I had it last Saturday," he shakes his head.

	"You looked like you missed it."

	"I miss the person who told me about it," Xander says. "They were
the last person I played Monopoly with, before tonight."

	"What were they like?" I ask, and he looks at me. "The person you
last played Monopoly with?"

	"Um," Xander takes another breath. "Um, he was cool. He was
tall. Or maybe I just thought he was tall. I was only eight back then. He
was fun, too. Lots of fun."

	Xander repeats himself a lot as he tells us about his friend. I
think it was a sitter of some sort, from the way he talks, though he never
gives us a name. I think he really only talks about five minutes total, but
just that's enough to tell us that this guy meant a TON to him.

	He stops talking when there's a sudden knock on the door. Xander
jumps and whimpers slightly. We all look at him, and I get up and answer
the door to find not just anyone there, but Trey Scott, one of the richest
people in town.

	Immediately, puzzle pieces click in my head. Xander mentioned 'the
Scotts' in reference to his guardians, and he was picked up in a rich
car. His guardians are THE Scotts.

	Holy shit, is Xander loaded. Though right now, his guardian looks
unhappy.

	"Xander," he starts to say, looking past me.

	Before he can get out more than that, Xander's curled up in a ball,
begging not to be beaten. Do the Scotts really beat him?

	"Well, then," Mr. Scott rolls his eyes. "Xander, we've been over
this. I'm never going to beat you. Now get up and put your shoes and jacket
on, you were supposed to be home two hours ago."

	"I'm sorry!" Xander bolts to his feet, rushing over to the door to
grab his shoes. "I lost track of time! We were playing a game, and then we
were talking, and I got distracted! I'm sorry! Please don't beat me!"

	"I've never beaten you," Mr. Scott says. "And I don't plan on it. I
also promised you that you'd never be beaten in my home. You're grounded,
though. And you," he turns his gaze to me. "Where are your parents?"

	"At home," I answer. "Enjoying their evening without me. Xander, I
feel really, really bad. All three times you've hung out with me, you've
been grounded."

	"You were one of the boys he was with when he was attacked?"
Mr. Scott looks at me, completely surprised.

	"He never told you?"

	"Xander doesn't lie," Mr. Scott shakes his head as Xander pulls on
his jacket. "But that doesn't mean he answers questions he's asked. No one
knew who it was he was with then, and he wouldn't tell."

	"Yeah," I scratch the back of my head. It's not intended, but I do
it in situations like these, when I'm uncomfortable and apologetic. "Xander
was pretty cool, but that man was pretty big and scary, and very angry."

	"And you were with him at the zoo, too?" Mr. Scott asks, watching
as Xander fumbles with the zipper on his jacket.

	"Same crew you see here," I say. "Though the mall was just me,
Xander, and someone who's not here, and was just in town for the break."

	"Let's go, Xander," Mr. Scott looks at Xander, now that he's
finished fumbling with his zipper and gotten it zipped up, and then he
looks back at me. "You know that you're not making a good impression,
right? Three times he's hung out with you, and each time, he's gotten into
trouble. Not answering his phone or texts, getting into a fight and ending
up in the hospital," Xander squeaks a 'sorry!' at that. "And then holding
him past his curfew."

	"He didn't tell us he had a curfew," I say.

	"I thought I'd be home in time," Xander whines. "But we played
Monopoly. I thought we were going to play something quicker, like Clue. I
lost track of time. I'm sorry. Please don't beat me."

	Xander says that so seriously, and it's so adorable. It's like he
actually thinks Mr. Scott's going to beat him, but I can tell just from
Mr. Scott's expression that it's all in Xander's head. Not a trace of
irritation at all.

	"You're grounded," Mr. Scott says. "That's all it is. We'll talk
about this when we get home."

	"It's almost eleven," Xander says. "Can we talk about it in the
morning, please? I'm tired," he yawns, quickly covering his mouth. I
noticed him doing that while we were playing, and think he covers it
without even thinking about it or realizing it. "See? That wasn't
intentional, I promise."

	"We can talk in the morning," Mr. Scott nods, then looks at
me. "I'll have to think about allowing him to hang out with any of you, but
chances are, it won't happen again. Three strikes, you're gone."

	"Only two on me, then," Tessa says. Shut up, Tessa. "I wasn't at
the mall, and the first time we hung out, he didn't get in trouble. Or the
second, actually. At least, as far as I know."

	"I didn't," Xander looks at her. "Though they weren't happy about
the costume."

	Judging by the expression on Mr. Scott's face, he didn't know where
Xander went on Halloween. He really doesn't say much about what he's doing,
does he? We were all under the impression that his guardians didn't care
what he did, and it seems that was wrong.

	I really, really hope that I can hang out with Xander again. He
gives me a look that I think is supposed to be longing when he leaves. And
he's a damn good kisser.

	"Did Xander say that Clue's faster than Monopoly?" Tessa breaks the
silence.

	"I'm a bit scared to play that against him," Beth says. "He's a lot
more intelligent than he lets on."

	I head home, and Dad asks me why I look so upset when I walk
through the door.

	"Problems."

	"What kind?" He asks.

	"Xander's a foster kid, too," I say. "And his foster-dad's not
happy that he was out past curfew. And since I was with Xander all three
times he got into trouble, his foster-dad doesn't want him anywhere near
us, now."

	"Give him some time," Dad says. "He'll come around. Go on up to
bed, your game must have gone late. How did it go?"

	"Xander displayed a surprising talent for crushing people's hopes
at winning."

	He laughs, and I head to my room.

[Xander]

	Mr. Scott and Mrs. Scott are arguing again. I woke up and went to
the house to eat breakfast, since I have to because I'm grounded, and they
were arguing when I arrived.

	Mrs. Scott is saying it's all Mr. Scott's fault that I'm acting
this way, that he's being too lenient on me and that he's spoiling me and
letting me be rotten, and Mr. Scott says that he's not being lenient on me,
he's just giving me space. She then complains that I don't even like her. I
don't, she's too clingy. He tells her she's too clingy.

	"No, I'm not!" She yells at him. "I just want to be a mother, and
that boy hates me! What did I do wrong? I haven't done anything wrong, I
just want to be his mother!"

	She's crying when she says that. They argue some more, then fall
silent when I enter. I sit down and eat. I don't say anything. I didn't
mean to stay past my curfew, and was having too much fun to realize the
time. They didn't call me or text me or anything, so I completely didn't
realize what happened until Mr. Scott showed up. I tried apologizing, but
Mrs. Scott kept saying I had them worried and stuff, and it made me upset,
and I ran to the annex. I was scared.

	After breakfast, I return to the annex and grab one of the house
phones, picking it up and dialing a number. It rings a bunch. No one
answers. I hang up and call it again. I have to call it four times before
someone picks up.

	"Ever heard of leaving a voicemail?" The woman on the other line
snaps.

	"Ever heard of responding appropriately?" I ask. "Tell Adrian that
Xander's calling."

	"What are you, a kid?"

	"Inform Adrian that Xander's calling."

	"I'll leave him a message."

	"You'll tell him now."

	"He's in a meeting."

	"Liar."

	"I do not take orders from children," she says. "I'm a very busy
woman, and Mr. King is a very busy man. Either you can hang up and leave a
message so I can get back to work, or you'll leave your message for him
with me."

	"I choose the first option," I say. "You can go and tell him that
Xander's calling."

	She hangs up on me. I dial another number.

	"Hello, Xander," my lawyer says.

	"Adrian's secretary won't tell him I'm calling," I say. "And I
don't have his personal number."

	"What did you need?" He asks.

	"To talk to Adrian."

	"Give me a few," he says. "I'm going to hang up and call his
office."

	"Okay," I say, and he hangs up.

	When he says to give him a few, he means that he needs a few
minutes. Not necessarily three, but 'a few' as in several. It's just easier
to say 'a few' than it is to say 'several', and so the common expression is
to say 'a few', which makes it not lying, because they're using 'few' in
the sense of 'several', not of 'three'.

	It's confusing.

	I'm hungry.

	I find a snack to eat while I wait. Brownies I made
yesterday. Extras from the batch I'd intended to bring over to
Tessa's. I'll make sure they get to her, with a note apologizing for
forgetting them. I'm so stupid that I can't remember to bring something I
put a note on to remind myself to bring. Maybe I should put it in front of
the door, next time? But then I'll probably just step on them, or someone
will just open the door and enter without permission, squashing them in the
process.

	The phone rings.

	"Xander speaking."

	"Call the office again," my lawyer says. "But probably after you
finish whatever you're eating."

	"Sorry," I say, and he hangs up. I swallow my food and call the
office. I have to do it five times before she picks up again. "Inform
Adrian that Xander's calling."

	"Who the hell are you?" The secretary asks.

	"Someone who's going to tell Adrian that you refused to let him
know I was calling."

	"I already know," Adrian's voice says. "Cindy, when Xander calls,
always, no matter what I'm doing, inform me that he's calling. I don't care
if I'm in a meeting, talking with my sons, on lunch, or taking a crap - you
tell me Xander's calling. You put him above anyone else. Understand?"

	"Yes, sir," she says, and there's a click on the phone.

	"Now it's just us," Adrian says. "I'm surprised you're calling me,
our agreement was until the end of the year. Has it happened?"

	"Maybe," I answer. "But I think it got ruined. I'm actually calling
for something else. I would like to request a favor, even though I have not
earned any."

	"And that is?"

	"Mrs. Scott is infertile," I say. "It's depressing her. She wants
to be a mother, but I don't like her. She's too clingy. I think they're
divorcing. Mr. Scott's into the pharmaceutical business, but that's not so
much medical as your empire. I'm using that metaphorically, you don't
actually have a literal empire, even if you are the head of a bunch of
Kings. Is there something you can do that can help her have a baby? She's
got eggs and stuff, she just can't have children. I don't know why. I don't
think she should, she's too clingy. But maybe she'd be better with a child
she was born with than one she adopted. It was Mr. Scott who wanted to
adopt, anyway. I like him, he's cool."

	"I'll see," Adrian says. "Are you eating while you talk with me?"

	"Sorry, sir," I swallow the brownie. "I just got really nervous and
anxious, and couldn't help myself. Sorry."

	"That's fine," he says. "But remember this, Xander: when you're on
a phone call, never eat, and if you need to drink, do so quietly. It's both
professional and polite, and suitable for being in a professional
environment or with friends and family."

	"Understood, sir," I say. "I'll try my best to follow that."

	"I know you will," he says. "Have you made any friends since I
dropped you off at your house?"

	"I'm not sure," I answer. "Finn and Karma still annoy me. Luke and
I are even, and we might hang out some, as long as he can keep from trying
to suck me off when I don't want him to, though I might let him in the
future, but only if he doesn't push it. Then I met Tessa, who's weird and
wacky and wild and funny and amusing and interesting and crazy, all at the
same time. She doesn't care what other people think about her. She
introduced me to Beth and Josh and Dylan, and then there's Dylan's ex,
Dash."

	"Dylan Jackson?" He asks.

	"You know him?"

	"I know of him," Adrian says. "Interesting kid. Soccer player,
right?"

	"Former, sir."

	"What do you think of Tessa, Beth, Josh, Dylan, and Dash?"

	"Dash is really hyper and goofy," I respond. "I already told you
about Tessa, Beth is calm and often quiet, Josh is big and scary, but he's
really nice and friendly. And Dylan's really cool. I keep fantasizing about
him. I pretend it's him sucking my dick when I suck myself. I'm not sure
why, it's weird. I let Luke suck me off at his birthday party. I don't know
why. Dylan's stating to get a little bit of chub on him, and he's not as
hot as Luke, but I think I like him more. They all call me their friends,
but Mr. Scott doesn't want me hanging out with them anymore, because I got
grounded all three times I hung out with Dylan. I didn't mean to break the
rules, it just happened. Also, I think that Mr. and Mrs. Scott are getting
divorced."

	"What makes you think that?" Adrian asks.

	"Mrs. Scott told Mr. Scott that after tomorrow, they won't be
married anymore."

~~END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN~~

	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! As always, any
feedback, be it comments, questions, suggestions, etc., can be sent to me
at kingkurt1339@gmail.com – I try to respond to every email! You can
also now follow me on twitter @KurtMKing as well!

	My editor got confused by Xander's request to not be beaten when
Mr. Scott showed up, so I'd like to explain the mentality there –
Xander's trying not to be scared of everything, but when he gets into
trouble, he reverts back into that old mindset. It'll be a long time before
Xander heals enough to get past that, but it does happen. I already stated
that we've begun the arc that shows him starting to heal and open up –
the next few chapters will REALLY show that. :D

	I said previously that I'd try to post every 5-7 days, and except
when Cal was being posted, I was going at a rate of every 3- 5 days. I
spoiled all of you. This chapter was actually supposed to be up a couple of
days before, but work came up. I want to apologize for that, and make an
announcement.
	Matt's story will be up sometime in the next few days, the end of
this week at the latest. His story, much like Xander's and the others I've
been working on for a long time, have longer chapters and more work
involved. In addition to that, I'm working on another story project now
(non gay romance/erotica, for a different site), and hours are picking up
at work. I'll still be posting regularly, BUT I will be moving to a more
regular schedule, with one NLXK a week, and one of Matt's story a week.

	Thanks for reading, and look forward to Chapter 20!