Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2017 11:48:37 -0500 From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com> Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 19 This story may contain sexual acts between males, persons below the age of consent, and relatives. If this offends you or is illegal for you to read where you're at, please close this website and go elsewhere. This story is fictional and entirely the work of the author's imagination. And resemblance to persons, places, or things, real or fictional, are entirely coincidental, and any views stated do not necessarily reflect those of any companies or organizations which do exist in real life, nor necessarily reflect the views of the author. This story is the property and copyright of the author, do not share, reproduce, repost, or any other such act which is illegal to do without the author's permission. 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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!