Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2017 15:03:39 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 22

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	In the last chapter, Xander made some new friends after getting
signed up for the recplex, and then he 'talked' Mr. Scott into getting the
adoption finalized. Here is the last chapter before Xander returns to
school for the second semester of his eighth grade.

	Anyway, on to the story, and hope you all enjoy!

~~Chapter Twenty-Two - Deeds~~

[Xander]

	"What's up, Xander?"

	"Is it alright if I hang out with Dylan?" I ask. "I don't start
school until Monday, and he he only resumed this past Wednesday, so his
homework's already done. The movie starts at seven, finishes just before
nine, and we'd go out and get something to eat, first. I'd have to leave
soon, if so."

	"I told you I don't want you hanging out with him."

	"I know," I look down. "I was just hoping that we could, since it's
been a couple of weeks. I didn't mean to get into trouble. I was hoping
that since it was just to eat and see a movie, it'd be fine. I'd be home
right after. You'd know in advance I'd be past curfew, and so it'd be okay
for me, as long as I came straight back, and you'd know who I was with and
what we'd be doing. Exacts."

	"Did you talk to Dylan?" He asks. "I thought I told you no
contacting him."

	"He told Tessa, who told Matt, who told me," I state. "I didn't
respond, and I haven't spoke to Dylan in any way since your order to not
communicate with him, and so I haven't broken your orders."

	"That poor boy," he sighs.

	"That's rude."

	"I wasn't referring to his financial situation," he snorts. "Who
all would be at the movie?"

	"Dylan and me."

	"Anyone else?"

	"Probably," I answer. "It's the movies."

	"Will the two of you go with anyone else if you went?"

	"No clue," I answer. "Why does it matter? You already said 'no' to
it. I was just seeing. I'll be in the annex. Bye."

	I return to the annex, texting Matt and telling him that I'm not
allowed, then Dad to tell him I told Matt I was told 'no', so he knows I
contacted Dylan, even if indirectly. Then I go into the sauna. At
dinnertime, I go back to the main house to eat. I'm not very hungry, so I
just push my food around my plate. I haven't said anything by the time
dessert is served, and I know that Dad's worried. He gets that way when I
get silent, even though I'm silent a lot.

	"Can I get a tattoo?" I ask as he finishes his slice of pie.

	"Why?" He asks. "And what kind?"

	"Even after Adrian's medicine helped the scars fade," I
say. "They're still there. They're not all bumpy or anything, like the
burns were before. They're still ugly. I want to get a dragon on my back,
to cover them up."

	"Adrian's medicine?"
     "Yeah," I explain. "Adrian King gave me some medicine for my back, it
helps clear up scars. It can't remove them completely, but it does
help. Applied once daily for three months. I did that every day. It's as
healed as it's going to be, due to the condition my body was in
previously. The scars will never fully fade. I'd like a dragon to cover
them up."

	"Why a dragon?"

	"Because it's a fucking dragon!"

	"Language, Xander!'

	"Well, it is!"

	He narrows his gaze at me, and I feel myself shrink back in my
seat. I upset him. Oops. What's he going to do? He's not going to un-adopt
me, that'd look bacd for a guy as rich as him. Ground me more? Is he going
to revoke my gym membership?

	"Do you like dragons?" He asks. "Or just want that because it is
something that could cover your entire back?"

	"Dragons are awesome," I say quietly. "I've always liked them. I
want to make the scars a dragon. Can I? Please?"

	"I'll think about it," he says.

	"Can you also think about letting me hang out with Dylan again?"

	Please don't be mad.

	"I'll think about it," he says.

	"Please let me," I say. "I want to hang out with him again."

	"I said I'll think about it, Xander," he snaps. "Don't push it, or
I'll say 'no' and end it there."

	"Yes, sir," I stand up. "I'm returning to the annex. I want to be
alone."

	I do. I go to the annex, down to the basement of it, where the pool
is. I can't swim. I'm trying to teach myself. It's not going well. I mostly
just splash around when I try. Today, when I arrive in the basement, I
strip off my clothes and slowly enter the shallow end, focusing on the sign
on the opposite wall. It says "Swim At Your Own Risk" with a picture of a
shark eating a fish. I made it. It's stupid. I like the drawing I made,
though. I had to laminate it, so it wouldn't get ruined from the water, if
it splashed. I don't go on that side of the pool, my feet can't touch the
bottom. My feet have to touch the bottom, or I freak out.

	I'm fine if I'm alone. I only started trying to swim because of
Carter and them. I can't go in water around other people, though. I
completely freak out. I'm getting used to it, though.

	I splash around in the pool for a bit, but I still can't figure out
how to swim. When I try to imitate what I see on T.V., my head goes under
and I freak out. As long as my head stays above water, and no one is
around, I'm fine in the water. And my feet are touching the ground, though
not directly. My feet can stop touching the ground, but as a result, my
head always ends up under the surface, and so I freak out.

	Eventually, I get out of the water and take a shower. It's balanced
with salt instead of chlorine, which I find better. I prefer it. It's
clearer and doesn't smell as bad and doesn't make my scalp as itchy. I like
that.

	After my shower, I go up to my room and collapse on my bed, staring
at the ceiling, drifting off to sleep. In the morning, I meet Dad for
breakfast in the main house, and I ignore him all through it. He doesn't
try to talk to me, but he does stare at me. As I'm getting up to return to
the annex, he speaks.

	"For now," he says. "You can hang out with Dylan, so long as I or
his parents are around. Do not break curfew or get into
trouble. Understand?"

	"Yes, sir," I respond. "And the tattoo?"

	"I haven't made up my mind on that yet."

	"You should have done that first," I say. "Since I asked that
first. Also, since I'm allowed to hang out with him, does that mean I'm
allowed to contact him again? And what about the others?"

	"Yes, and yes."

	"Okay," I pull out my phone and send Dylan a text, letting him know
I'm allowed to hang out again and asking him if he wants to hang out. He
replies almost immediately, and I look back at Dad. "Can we hang out now?"

	"Where at?"

	I text Dylan again, and he replies after a couple of minutes.

	"His house," I look at Dad. "I don't want him to know I'm rich, or
he'll think of me differently. He said his parents are home."

	"You can hang out for a few hours," Dad says. "But I'm dropping you
off and talking to his parents, before you two are alone."

	"They're actually his foster parents," I say. "He just calls them
his parents. He says it's not lying, because it's simpler to say and is
just a shortened version of it, sort of like 'Xander' and 'Alexander'."

	"That's fine," Dad laughs. "You said now?"

	"Yes, sir."

	"Get what you need, and meet me at the doors in five minutes."

	I walk to the doors and wait for him to get his jacket, and then we
leave. I send Dylan a text to let him know we're on our way, and it takes
him a couple of minutes to reply, saying that he's waiting for us.

	When we arrive, Dad introduces himself to Dylan's foster parents,
Ross and Greta. Once they're satisfied, Dylan and I can go to his room. We
sit on his bed, but I'm not sure what to say or do, so I just sit there,
silent. I'm not used to hanging out with people. When I do, it's usually
got some sort of purpose, or at the recplex.

	We talk, and he asks me if I want to go on a date on Friday.

	"Like, boyfriend kind of date?"

	"Yeah."

	"Yes," I answer. "But I don't know how it'd go. I've never been on
one before."

	"What if I saw if Matt and Liam wanted to go on a double-date with
us?"

	"Okay."

	After a few quiet minutes, he asks me if I'd be okay with him
kissing me, and I nod. He starts kissing me, and I kiss him back, and we
make out for awhile, both of us losing our shirts and shoes and socks,
though we don't get naked. We don't kiss each other just on the lips, I
kiss him on his chest, and he kisses me on my chest and stomach and
back. For a little while, we cuddle, too.

	I'm behind him, he's in front of me, and I've got my arms wrapped
around him. He's so soft and cozy and cuddly. I like it. I start kissing
him on the part of the neck that connects to his shoulder, wrapping my legs
around him so he can't get away, in case he doesn't like it. After a few
minutes, I stop, and start to fall asleep. He's so cozy.

	Eventually, my phone goes off, letting me know it's time to go. I
made sure to set an alarm. I tell Dylan that I have to go, and kiss him
again, then get dressed and leave, meeting Quinn outside.

	"You seem happy," Quinn comments and he pulls away from Dylan's
home.

	"Dylan and I made out," I state. "I didn't freak out at all, even
though he was kissing me all over my torso. I usually freak out when people
touch me, especially on my back. I didn't. I'm happy about that."

[Dylan]

	I just lie on my bed, thinking about Xander. He was really kissy
today, and he was a nice snuggler, too. I get off my bed and go into the
bathroom, I have to pee, and as I pass by the mirror, I notice something.

	The brat gave me a hickey. When he kissed my neck/shoulder, he gave
me a hickey. I relieve myself, wash my hands, then return to my room,
getting dressed and going back into the bathroom, checking to see if my
shirt covers the mark. No, it doesn't. Not all the way. I go back into my
room and look for a buttonup, pulling it on and buttoning it up. Back in
the bathroom, I check. Can still see with the top button undone, but not
when it's done. Thank goodness. That would be hard to explain to someone
else.

	My phone rings as I return to my room, and I answer it.

	"'Sup?"

	"Hey, Dylan," Sam says. "Watcha up to?"

	"Just chillin'," I answer. "Xander just left a little bit ago, the
brat."

	"You two can finally hang out again?" He asks. "Sweet! Wait, what
did he do?"

	"Gave me a hickey in a spot that's hard to hide."

	Sam cracks up laughing, and when he finally calms himself down, he
asks if I want to come over.

	"Sure," I say. "But not for sex, Xander and I have a date for
Friday."

	"Sweet!" He exclaims. "And that's cool, I wasn't really wanting it
right now, anyway, have had Greyson over all morning, and the fucker's
passed out next to me. Me? I'm just bored. He doesn't like playing video
games."

	"I'll see if Dad can drop me off."

	I find Dad in the living room and ask if he can take me over to
Sam's, and he says he can, so I let Sam know, then we head out. When I get
to Sam's, sure enough, Greyson's passed out on his bed. They're both naked,
and I feel myself getting hard.

	"Greyson's gonna be mad," Sam grins at me.

	"Why?" I ask.

	"He so badly wants you to fuck him today," Sam laughs. "After that
three-way, all he'll talk about, when he does talk, is that he wants you in
him. Shame you're taken."

	"Technically," I say. "I'm not taken until Friday. The date's been
set, but until then, I'm still single. Single, and horny. Greyson, want me
to fuck you?"

	Knowing that he's a horndog, the fact that he doesn't react at all
tells me he's still asleep. I strip off my clothes, letting my boner fly
free, and walk over to the bed. I know that Greyson gets off with others,
including his own brothers, from what Sam says. Because of that, I'm not
surprised he's loose, even though Sam doesn't top. He sleeps through me
entering him, but wakes quickly after that, moaning.

	He looks at me, then begs me to go faster and harder and rougher,
so I do, lying across him, holding myself up with my hands, bucking my hips
back and forth, slamming my dick as far in as it will go as the smaller boy
moans in pleasure. I shoot my load into his ass, then collapse onto him,
his head resting against my chest.

	I slide my hands under him, wrapping my arms around him, then roll
us over so that I'm lying on my back, and he's on my stomach. My dick
slides out of his ass, but I don't care, this feels nice. Sam lies on top
of his boyfriend, wedging him between us as he kisses me.

	I start to get hard again, and Greyson adjusts his position,
getting my dick back into his cum-filled ass. Sam sits down next to us and
starts jacking off as he watches us jack off, then he switches to sucking
his boyfriend off.

	After we climax, we cuddle each other on the bed.

	Well, we try to cuddle. Greyson aggressively starts making out with
me, his dick still hard, and I half-wonder how it would be take take him up
the ass.

	"So who gave you a hickey?" Greyson suddenly asks me, and Sam
cracks up laughing.

[Luke]

	"I think it's stupid that Xander doesn't have to do any of this
shit."

	I look around to find the speaker. Everyone in the high school and
all of us in the eighth grade at our school are required to perform a
variety of service activities, as part of our 'maturity' and 'respect'
training, as well as to get us to interact with the lesser folk. They want
us to see what they're like, and let us know what it's like to benefit
them.

	Some enjoy helping the lesser people, but I hate it. I think that
if they needed help, they should do it themselves. It's their fault they're
poor. If they were worth anything, they would get better jobs and afford
better things. But we do need a workforce to do the more menial tasks, so
they are of some use.

	But they still shouldn't expect to be given help just because
they're poor. What did they do to deserve it?

	The one I'm helping out at right now, since my parents forced me
to, is at a gym at one of the public schools in town. We're providing a
place for the homeless to come and eat something hot. Not soup, but actual
food.  I'm taking a break because I've been working for the last four hours
straight. I'm in the classroom we're using, my feet kicked up on a
desk. There are about twenty of us in here. At least I'm actually getting
the hours, I know that some of these kids won't get the full hours they
worked because of this.

	Troy was the one who spoke.

	"What's wrong with Xander?" I ask. "You know why he's got
exceptions."

	"Special circumstances," he snorts. "Like what? Just because the
Scotts adopted him doesn't mean he can get away with anything. He's just
too much of a wuss, and his foster-dad's too influential to tell him 'no'."

	"Xander's not a wuss," I say. "He's on a special educational
program due to events of the past."

	"What, he break a nail?"

	"Try being raped by over one hundred different people over a period
of three years," I snap. "Xander's doing his best to be around people, even
if he's coming off as weird or quirky, and I'm not going to let an ass like
you make fun of him for it."

	"Xander was raped?" He snorts. "Probably just claimed that after
letting himself get fucked. I wonder if he's still up for action, I need to
get off, and aren't gonna risk getting a girl pregnant."

	"Ugh," Eric, one of Troy's friends, groans. "Xander's a fucking
faggot. I hate them. Fuck him up, Troy, he'd love that. Make sure it's
rough, so he doesn't get too much fun from it. Actually, he'd probably like
that. Wanna double up on him?"

	"Fuck off, Eric," I snap. "Xander does not enjoy getting fucked,
and has burned down the houses of people who've raped him. We're pretty
sure he's done worse, too, but he won't flat-out admit to what he did, just
beats around the bush. And not all gays like getting fucked, some prefer to
fuck."

	I look pointedly at Troy, whose cheeks turn red.

	"What, you like defending fags?" Eric asks. "You one of the fags,
too? You and Xander hang out, don't you? How often do you fuck him? How-"

	He doesn't get to finish what he's saying. I've smashed my fist
into his face. Everyone just stares at us, including Parker.

	"Why'd you punch him?" A voice asks, and everyone looks at the
speaker.

	Everyone except Eric, that is. He's busy screaming and holding his
face. I hit hard.

	"Well?" Xander asks. "Why'd you punch him? It's not like you aren't
gay. You keep trying to get me to date you, even though I keep telling you
'no'. You don't know when to quit. You're obsessive. And narcissistic. I
don't think even the sluttiest gay guy would let you have sex with them.,
and while plenty of girls would, you're gay, so you wouldn't want to have
sex with them."

	Everyone just stares at either me or Xander. He just outed me to
everyone, and even stated that I want to date him. Life is about to become
hell for me, definitely at school, possibly at home, and before I can think
of a reaction to that, Xander resumes talking.

	"Why'd you go and tell people I was raped?" He asks, and I realize,
too late, what I did. I'm so fucked. "That's not nice. You know you weren't
supposed to tell anyone that. And it was over two hundred, not over one
hundred. Two hundred, twenty-six, to be exact. And I did more than just
burn their homes down. I hate you. You're a bad person, Luke. Bad! Go to
the corner!"

	He points to a corner, and everyone stares at him. Is he really
putting me in the corner?

	"Now, Luke!" He snaps, and everyone turns their gaze to me, as if
honestly expecting me to do as he says. I would, too, if I were in their
position. He looks serious. "You're bad and need to go in the corner! I'll
spray you with my mace if you don't!"

	"Didn't Mr. Scott ban you from carrying around the mace?"

	"He did," Xander pulls a canister out of his pocket. "Now get in
the fucking corner, you fucking asshole. Bad Luke!"

	He's treating me like a dog, and with him holding that canister,
I'm more than a little scared. I walk over to the corner, putting my nose
in it after I look at Xander and he holds the canister back up.

	"What are you doing here?" I ask.

	"This is mandatory," Xander answers, and I hope he put the mace
away. "Dad neglected to inform me of the required service hours. I came to
participate when I found out," I turn around to look at him, and he holds
the mace back up. "Bad, Luke!"

	I put my nose back in the corner.

	"Jackass," Xander says. "I don't like having a dick in my ass. It's
horrible. I'd tell you to fuck yourself, but you're not big enough for
that, and probably never will be. I bet you're so small that you can't even
suck yourself," Xander is ripping into Troy, wow. He's bold today. Probably
the mace. I wonder if he knows that most guys can't actually suck
themselves. "And it's disturbing that you think I'd let you fuck me. I'm
reporting you to the office for saying you want to fuck me. It's disturbing
and inappropriate."

	"It's just a joke, man!" Troy exclaims, and I look over, and Xander
aims the mace at me. I quickly put my nose back in the corner. "I wasn't
serious, I-"

	"Fuck off," Xander interrupts him. "I'm reporting you to the
office. If you don't mind, some of us want to actually get their service
hours in. Some of us weren't aware that they needed to do this, and so have
a lot to make up in a semester. And I see your disgusted looks at Luke. He'
s mine to harass and humiliate; do anything to him, and I'll kick your
ass. Or call my cousin and have him kick your ass. That would probably be
better. He's better at martial arts than me."

	So now Xander's got a henchman relative?

	"Your cousin?" Troy is confused, and I'm trying to figure out who
he's talking about, too.

	"Matt King," Xander answers. Oh, right, he mentioned that to me the
last time we talked. "He's my cousin. He's a master martial artist. He's
also gay. So don't think all gays are wimps like me. He doesn't hesitate to
kick ass. Put your fucking nose back in the corner, Luke, or else."

	I do as he commands. He's not very wimp-like right now. I wonder
what upset him.

	"Why are you talking so much?" Troy asks. "You're always
super-quiet."

	"I'm pissed off," Xander's as honest as always.

	"Why?" I ask.

	"Quiet," he's even giving me one-word commands, like a dog.

	"Why are you pissed?" Troy asks.

	"Wouldn't you like to know?" Xander asks. "Think you can 'comfort'
me? I'm not letting you fuck me, as much as you want to. And I know you've
wanted to for awhile, I see the looks you give me. I see more than you
think, jackass. I know you like Luke, too. I see you watching him."

	Troy's the star quarterback for the middle school's football team,
and Xander's calling him gay.

	"And if you don't stop groaning," Xander's presumably talking to
Eric, who's now resorted to just groaning on the ground. I didn't hit him
THAT hard. I don't think. "I'm going to kick you in the balls."

	Okay. Something pissed him off.

~~END OF CHAPTER 22~~

	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! As always, any
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	Xander's a roller coaster this chapter, isn't he? And can you
believe Dylan? Sets up a first date with someone, then goes and has sex
with someone else? Wow, what a royal dick. And look at Luke, being nasty to
poor people (even if only in his own head).

	Chapter 24 will be the date scene. Yes, I'm going to make you wait
an entire chapter (two weeks) for it. :P

	Also, can y'all stop asking me if I'm going to do a collab with
another author? I don't know HOW that rumor got started. I mean, I know
that some of the other YF/HS authors are doing collabs, but I'm not a part
of them? If I do a collab, y'all will know the first chapter of the
collab. :P

	Thanks for reading, and look forward to Chapter 23!