Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2017 08:35:57 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 23

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	In the last chapter, Xander got permission to hang out with Dylan
and crew again, set up a date with Dylan, and found out the he was
'required' to do community service hours. Upon arriving, he hears Luke
outing him as a rape victim.

~~Chapter Twenty-Three - Reactions~~

[Luke]

	"Hey, Parker, what's up?" I ask as my best friend sits down next to
me. "How did the Bahamas go? You totally missed Xander ripping into Troy
and the others on Saturday, it was awesome. Not him outing me and Troy,
though. That wasn't fun at all. Also, I punched Eric Crockman in the face,
and Xander got mad at me for telling everyone who was there that he was a
rape victim, then corrected me on it by saying it was two hundred, sixteen,
not just 'over one hundred'. How was the Bahamas? Much better than putting
up with the poor three times, but I got in twenty-six hours of service
time, which is pretty good. Now, I only need one or two more full events,
and I'm done. Xander apparently didn't know that he's exempted, and found
out somehow and decided to go to the first one that happened after, which
happened to be going on that day. Also, he's been in a foul mood all
weekend, so be careful around him, my words probably didn't help it at all,
but he was already in a foul mood, so he was already talkative. I bet the
Bahamas were nice, I'm so mad I couldn't go, but Mom and Dad are going to
make it up to me over Spring Break."

	"They were nice!" Parker laughs. "And at least Xander only gets
talkative when he's upset, you do it all the time."

	"Do not!"

	"Do too," Xander glares at me as he walks into the room, Parker and
I are sitting in the front of the room. Everyone's watching, because word
got out that he's a rape victim and that I'm gay, and most of them are
glaring at me. "You never shut up. I got you a Christmas present."

	"I though you don't celebrate Christmas?" I ask as he sets his
backpack on my desk and opens it up. "You don't have mace on you, do you?"

	"I might be stupid," he pulls out a box and hands it to me. "But
I'm not that stupid. No weapons at school. I'll get it from the driver when
school ends. This is for you. I don't celebrate Christmas, but you do, so
here's a present for you."

	"Did you get me a present?" Parker asks, and Xander pulls out
another box and gives it to him. "I was only joking!"

	"I got you a dictionary," Xander says to Parker. "You were saying
you needed to expand your vocabulary. I hope you like it."

	"Thanks!" Parker is trying not to laugh. "I didn't mean it in that
sense, though! And I said that back at the beginning of the school year,
you remembered?"
     "I did," Xander gives a quick, short nod. "I made a note of it, so I
could get you a present for your birthday, since you put up with Luke. Then
I decided to get it for you for Christmas after deciding to get Luke
something, because you put up with Luke, and are thus more deserving of a
present than he is."

	Ouch, Xander. That hurts. Bad.

	"When's your birthday?" Xander asks. "I never thought about the
fact that I didn't know it, because I'm stupid. I want to get you a book on
grammar for your birthday?"

	"Why?"

	"I overheard Mrs. Kamden telling you you needed to work on your
grammar skills, before we left for Christmas Break. I was going to put the
two together, but figured I should save one for your birthday."

	I lift the lid off of the box Xander gave me as he's talking, and
just stare at what's inside. At this point, the bell has rung, and everyone
is chatting amongst themselves, probably talking about how I'm gay and
should be shunned.

	"Xander," I look at him, hoping my horror is not evident on my
face. "What's this?"
     "It's a muzzle," he answers, as if it should be obvious. I should NOT
have asked that – now everyone's looking at us! "I found some made for
humans. You have a hard time shutting up, so I got you one. It should help
you learn to be quiet. I also got you chocolate, since I know you like
eating them when you've had a good day, even if you limit yourself because
you're narcissistic and want to keep your form perfect."

	"I'm not narcissistic!" I protest. "I just want to keep in shape!
Most guys want to look good, isn't that why you work out?"

	"I work out so I can punch people if they try to rape me," Xander
states. "And I train in martial arts, too. I now take lessons from my
cousin."

	"Matt?"

	"Adam," he looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Matt's not a certified
trainer. Adam owns his own martial arts dojo. Put the muzzle on, you're
annoying me."

	"No."

	"Yes."

	"No."

	Xander then FORCES the muzzle onto me. I do fight him, but he
wins. Then he moves and sits in the back of the room while I try to take it
off, and I look at the teacher, helpless, while the class giggles.

	A student comes over the intercoms and welcomes everyone back from
break, then leads us in the pledge. I manage to get the muzzle off after
that, but not before a few pictures were taken, I'm sure. Someone probably
even got a video of Xander putting it on me. I glare at him, but he's busy
looking at the paper in front of him.

	The teacher turns on the projector, showing us our assigned
seating, and Xander is supposed to sit right behind me. Crap. That had to
be intentional, even though she didn't mess with her computer after the
incident a few minutes ago. Word got to her that Xander doesn't like me
over the last couple of days.

	We move seats, and I start chatting with the student to my other
side after the syllabus, textbook, and class rules are given out, and
Xander tells me to be quiet a few times. Then he smacks me with his
textbook when I tell him to leave me alone.

	Not lightly. I'm looking at the other kid, and the next thing I
know, something hard and heavy has smacked me in the back of the head with
a lot of force.

	"Hey!" I look at Xander.

	"Don't tell me to shut up when you won't, hypocrite."

	"Are you going to let him get away with that?" I ask the
teacher. We're sitting in the front row of desks, so I know she saw it. "He
just hit me with the textbook! It's a history textbook!"

	"I didn't see anything," she says. "And honestly, if I could hit
you, I would."

	"Put your muzzle back on," Xander orders. "I told you, it's to help
you learn to keep your mouth shut. You can eat the chocolate to comfort
yourself later. Also, I'm in a relationship now, so you can't suck my dick
any more. That also means I'm taken, and not single, so you can't have me,
so stop trying. We have our first date on Friday. Try to ruin it, and I
will spray you with mace, and then I will castrate you."
     Xander doesn't lie. He's serious about spraying me with mace and
castrating me. Has he ever castrated someone before?

	"Xander!" I realize what he said. "Dude, seriously?"

	"Yes, seriously," he's oblivious to all the stares, including the
teacher's wide-eyed stare. "I even have the knife picked out."

	That's disturbing.

	"Xander!" I lower my voice. "You can't just out and say I was
sucking your dick!"

	"You were," he looks confused. "You've done it four times. I never
sucked yours, though. That's gross. But it's fitting for you. And you're
quieter, too, since your mouth is preoccupied with my dick."

	Xander really needs to work on what makes him feel embarrassed to
say. My face is burning hotter than hell, and that last comment finally
sent Parker over the edge, causing him to laugh so hard he actually falls
out of his seat.

	Meanwhile, Xander's oblivious to the fact that he just told the
class that I'll suck dick when needed. They probably don't even think he's
gay, but think that he knew I was gay and into him, and so was letting me
suck him off because, you know, I'm a gay slut who likes sucking dick, and
he needed to get off.

	The rest of class is silent, up until the end, when Mike, one of
the worst homophobes in the school, speaks.

	"Xander," he says, and Xander looks at him with a questioning look
on his face. At least there's no fear, for now. I wonder if he's still in a
bad mood, or if he's actually starting to open up. "Why did you let the
faggot suck your dick? Were you paying him?"

	"No," Xander answers before the teacher can interrupt, probably
because she's had enough of this talk in the class. "He likes sucking dick,
and I like having it sucked, it turns out. And while he's narcissistic,
he's good at sucking dick, and he's also hot. But I don't want to date him
because he talks too much and is narcissistic and annoying and
persistent. But I've got my own boyfriend now, so Luke needs to back off."

	He looks at me pointedly, unaware that he just outed himself to the
class. Shit. He's also seen as a weakling. Something's going to happen,
especially with his past. He won't defend himself if he's attacked.

	I try to grab him when the period ends, but he's gone before I
realize it. I don't know if he's got any other classes with me, too. Shit!
I try to find him, and do during lunch, when I go into a restroom to
pee. He's crouching on the ground, smacking Mike in the face. Mike and two
of the other football players are lying on the ground, unconscious.

	"Wake up," Xander says, concern on his face. "Wake up, Mike," Mike
opens his eyes, groaning. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you that hard. I
didn't even know I'd hit you. It appears that instead of freezing up, then
trying to escape, if I'm attacked, I fight back. My instincts changed
without me realizing it. Sorry. I woke you up first because you're the
leader, even though I didn't knock you out first. I'll wake your cronies
up, now."

	And he does. He wakes up Mike's friends, and apologizes to them,
telling them the same thing he told Mike. Meanwhile, I'm just standing
here, completely confused as to what the hell is happening. Xander must
have gotten ganged up on, but he knocked them out? They're, like, twice his
size!

	"What are you staring at, faggot?" Mike glares at me.

	"He probably wants to suck you off," Xander says from where he's
waking up a kid whose name I don't know. "Or fuck you. Or have you fuck
him. I don't know how he likes it. Probably with lube, because he's a
wuss. Not as much of a wuss as me, though. Sorry for hitting you, I didn't
mean to, it just happened. Can you find it in you to forgive me? I bet if
you asked real nicely, Luke would suck you off. He says he thinks I'm a
god. He probably only says that to flatter me. But if he considers me to be
godly in looks, than anyone else is better than god. That includes you."

	"No, Xander," I look at him, knowing I'm screwed no matter what I
said. "I only think you're a god. Everyone else is lesser. You are supreme,
above even me. Mike is less than you."

	"Oh," Xander says, then looks at Mike. "He'll probably charge you
if you want him to suck you off. He's cheap, though, so it'll probably be
only a dollar, if that. Two will probably be to fuck him, and three for him
to fuck you."

	"Why would he charge me more for him to fuck me than me to fuck
him?" Mike asks.

	"Probably to entice people into fucking him more than letting him
fuck them," Xander looks at him like he's an idiot. "That's the logical
explanation. Unless you like getting fucked, you're more likely to want to
fuck someone, so it would make sense for him to charge less to fuck him so
more people would do that. I'm sure he'll let you have the first blowjob
free."

	Xander's so serious about this, I can't tell if he's joking or
not. I mean, I know he doesn't make jokes, but Xander's definitely changing
from who he was.

	"I'm not a slut," I say to Xander.

	"So?" He looks at me. "You could be one if you wanted. Though
wouldn't it be more prostitute, since you're getting paid?"

	"You didn't pay me."

	"Only because you enjoyed sucking me and clearly envied my body,"
Xander responds. "But I'm dating now, so you can't suck me off anymore. My
boyfriend won't like that. Oh, and he'll probably charge you four dollars
for you to suck him, which is fitting, because he looks good when he's
sucking someone off, and doesn't seem inclined to let others suck him off."

	"Xander, I'm not going to whore around!" I snap at him.

	He's getting out of being called a liar by saying 'probably' for
everything, and it's annoying me. He's leaving room for me to not be a
prostitute, while heavily stating that I'd enjoy it and emphasizing that I
like sucking dick.

	Xander just looks at Mike, who cracks up laughing, then claps him
on the back. Xander jumps at that, but gives a sheepish smile.

	"He's only screwing with you," Mike says. "Xander, you're one fag I
can tolerate."
     "Don't call me a fag," Xander says seriously. "That's not nice. I'm
gay. I'm not a fag. Knock-knock."

	"Who's there?" Mike asks, looking confused at Xander's sudden
shift.

	I'm upset, more because I didn't realize he was actually screwing
with me than anything. I mean, he seemed so serious, that even though I
thought he might, just might, be joking, I still didn't seriously consider
it.

	"Chew."

	"Chew who?" Mike asks.

	"I don't know," Xander says very seriously, with worry and fear
clearly etched on his face. "But please, not me."

	"Nice," Mike chuckles. "That was actually a little funny. I didn't
think of you as one to make jokes, Xander."

	"That's three," Xander says. "So I guess it's funny. I didn't think
it was."

	"Where'd you hear it?" Mike asks Xander.

	"I made it up," Xander answers. "I thought it was shit, but Carter,
Quinn, and now you say it's good."

	"Who are Carter and Quinn?"

	"Carter is Tessa's cousin," Xander says. "And Quinn is my new
driver."

	"Tessa?" Mike look confused.

	"One of King Matt's minions," I say. "The girl whose hair color
changes about as often as Matt's. She's got boobs, you'd probably like
her."
     "Oh, right!" He laughs. "I keep thinking of her as Suzanne, because of
that one sketch they did. I didn't know she has a cousin. Carter gay?"

	"I don't think so," Xander answers. "He plays basketball, so
probably not."

	Xander probably thinks that gay people don't play sports, despite
outing Troy, who play football. Unless he thinks that football players are
an exception to the rule.

	"We should probably leave," Xander looks at Mike. "He's hard, and
probably only came in here to pee. Unless you want to pay him four bucks."

	"I'd rather one," Mike says, putting an arm across Xander's
shoulders. "Let's head to lunch, I'll make sure no one gives you crap for
being gay."

	"I'd rather someone give me a blowjob over crap."

	Not that kind of crap, Xander.

	Mike just laughs, and they leave. I pee, wash my hands, then head
to the cafeteria. I don't have lunch with Parker, and that pisses me
off. I'd really like to talk with him. I'm surprised when Troy walks over
and sits across from me.

	"What do you want?" I snap.

	"Calm down there, Fido," he holds his hands up. "You're not the
only one getting crap because of Xander, you know. He outed both of us, and
somehow made friends with Mike. Know what happened to their faces?"

	"They thought Xander was an easy target," I growl. "Turns out that
his instincts have changed from tensing up or fleeing to fighting back. He
punched them hard enough to knock them out, then made fun of me in the
bathroom and implied I want to be a prostitute and will suck dick for
money. I can't believe the brat. He was apparently just joking around, but
he said it in typical Xander fashion - completely serious. Mike likes
that. Are you sure you should be seen eating with the school slut? It'll
give you the wrong rep."

	"Word's already out that I'm gay," he shrugs. "Let them. Would it
creep you out if I told you that despite your habit of talking nonstop,
I've had a crush on you for a couple of years?"

	"Seriously?" That shocks me.

	"Yeah," he admits, cheeks turning red. "I jack off to you at
night. I've snuck looks at you in the showers after P.E. before, so I know
what you look like. Well, flaccid, since you never get up in the
shower. Would you mind if we went out on Friday? Just for dinner or
something, to get to know each other a little better? I mean, Xander made
it clear you want him, so it's okay if not, but I still want to ask."

	I look at Troy, with his light brown hair, his smooth, flawless
skin, his sky blue eyes, and his muscular build. He's hot. He's not a god,
like Xander, but he's pretty damn close.

	"Sure," I answer just as Mike's table erupts into laughter. We both
look over to find everyone but Xander laughing, Xander's face bright
red. "Looks like he's fitting right in and making friends. He's also
apparently made some friends over break, too. I don't like it."

	"Why not?" Troy asks.

	"Xander's been through a ton of trauma," I explain. "He's going to
get hurt, he keeps letting people in the way he's doing. Mike and them are
homophobic assholes, regardless of how they're treating him. That's going
to blow up in his face, and he won't listen to a word of what I say. I'm
going to talk to his cousin and see what he has to say about it."

[Xander]

	When I walk into the gym where I meet Carter and the others,
they're all fooling around, doing flips and throwing balls around and
jumping off the walls and stuff. I walk over to Carter.

	"Are you gay?" I ask.

	"What?" He looks at me, confused.

	"Are you gay," I repeat it. "Do you like boys?"

	"Where is this coming from?" He asks.

	"My mouth."

	"Yes, I'm gay," he answers, straightening up, looking
defensive. "Why?"

	"Have you been flirting with me?"

	Some of the other guys stop and stare at me, and it feels like I'm
in danger.

	"Was that making you uncomfortable?" Carter asks.

	"So you were," I say. "Okay. I thought you were just a dork. Why
were you doing handstands?"

	"Because I can," he answers. "Can you do them?"

	"I bet I can do them longer than you."

	"I challenge you to that!" He grins at me, and we both start doing
handstands.

	He has to stop after four minutes. I keep going, staring at him as
he stares at me, and stares at me, and stares at me.

	"Would it creep you out if I said I want to kiss you right now?" He
asks.

	"It'd be weird," I say. "I'm doing a handstand. Also, I have a
boyfriend. We have our first date on Friday."

	"Really?" He seems surprised and what I think is disappointed. "Who
is it?"

	"His name is Dylan," I answer. "He goes to school with Tessa. We
hang out."

	"Dylan Jackson?" He look wary. "I'd be careful, I hear he sleeps
with this guy named Sam."

	"He probably had sex with him after I left," I state. "I'm still
going to give him a chance. I'll give him a few months. If he can't stay
faithful to me, then I'll dump him. If I deserve a chance, so does everyone
else. I saw a video of you doing parkour. You must have been freezing."

	"Not really!" Carter laughs. "Once you get moving, your body warms
up. It's fun. Ever tried it?"

	"Can you suck yourself?"

	"Where did that come from?"

	"Sorry," I apologize instead of stating the obvious. "I get told I
should talk more, so I'm trying. I keep saying what pops into my head. I
get told I have no shame. I definitely have shame. And feel it. Want to
hang out this weekend? I've got a sauna. You can come over and spend the
night after my date, my boyfriend will probably want to get off, since I
won't, and so he'll probably call up Sam and have sex with him. We can just
hang out. Some of you guys can hang out, too," I add, looking at the
others, who've walked over to us. "But I don't think Dad would let me have
more than a few friends over at once. Especially not for a sleepover. I'm
inviting Carter for sure because I like him better than the rest of
you. I'm hungry, what are we playing today?"

	"Basketball good by you?" Jared asks.

	"We play that almost every time," I say.

	"How about volleyball?"

	"Don't know how."

	"Good time to learn, then!" He grins. "Let's go to a volleyball
gym, guys!"

	As we walk to the gym, he asks why I'm letting my hair grow out,
since I told him when we first me that I wear my hair shorter.

	"I used to grow my hair out," I realize I'm running my fingers
through my hair, and stop. "I'm growing it back out because I can, and
because I have reasons."

	"You going to tell me those reasons?"

	"Maybe," I answer. "I'm hungry, how long are we going to play
volleyball before we go eat?"

	"You're always hungry!" Jared laughs. "Is there ever a time you're
not?"

	"Sometimes," I nod. "But starting revenge isn't easy, and it makes
me hungry."

[Finn]

	"Did you hear?" Karma walks into my room. I'm in the middle of
jacking off, and so am butt-naked, lying on my back on my bed, and she
completely ignores that, just sits down at my desk and looks at me. "About
what happened at the middle school? So Xander apparently outed a couple of
kids, including Luke, over the weekend, then outed himself today. He
apparently doesn't have an issue with people knowing he's gay."

	"Oh, no!" I sit up, looking at her. "What happened to him? Is he
alright?"

	"Yeah," she frowns. "A group of kids apparently tried to corner him
in the restroom, and got their asses handed to them by him, and they walked
out looking like friends. The kid he walked out with is one of the worst
homophobes at the school, yet he was treating Xander like a friend, and
even protecting him, all day. His brother's a real piece of work, too. I
overheard him talking, he said that Mike is just doing it because he wants
to see the look on Xander's face when he realizes he doesn't have any real
friends."

	"You know Xander's not going to listen to us," I say. "And it's not
like I could just go and beat them up and tell them to leave him alone."

	"Well, you could," Karma laughs. "But that's not the
point. Xander's apparently got himself a date for Friday, and he's making
friends with homophobes. I'm afraid that Xander's going to get himself
hurt, and bad. He won't let any of us talk to him, and I don't know what to
do. I want to talk with his other friends, see if they can talk to him, but
I'm scared. Like, really scared. What if they can't talk some sense into
him? He's getting more and more rebellious as time goes on and he opens
up. I really want to know what's going on inside his head, but I can't
imagine."

	Karma clearly looks worried. Before I can respond, telling her I'll
see if I can talk to Xander, there's a knock at my door, then a head pokes
in. It's Logan. He looks between me and Karma, and starts to look hurt.

	He doesn't know I have a sister. The three times he's been over,
she hasn't been. He sees that I'm naked, and probably just assumes that
Karma and I are getting kinky in here.
     "Hey, Logan," I say. "Come on in. This is my sister, Karma. She
doesn't bite."

	"He's cute," she smiles at me. "And right up your alley, too."

	Logan still looks unsure.

	"Come on," I gesture for Logan to come in, and he does, ever so
hesitantly. "Karma, we'll talk about him later, but let me try to talk to
him, first. I want to see him get hurt as much as you do. With everything
he's had happen to him, he doesn't know who's good and who's bad, and since
he's starting to accept people aren't, he's going to be letting people into
his life, and he's going to learn the hard way that not all of them are
nice people. He's going to break. I'll try to talk to him, though. For now,
though, I want to hang out with Logan, here, so can you leave? Plus, I was
in the middle of jacking off when you just walked in."

	"Whatever," Karma rolls her eyes. "I'm giving you until we go to
bed. If you haven't talked to him by then, I'm talking to his other
friends, then if they can't do it, his cousin."

	She gets up and leaves, and I look at Logan, who still looks hurt.

	"Come over here, bud," I say, and he drags his feet as he does. "I
forgot to tell you I've got a sister. I promise, there's nothing going on
between us. I was thinking of you as I jacked off, and she walked in to
talk me, concerned about our godbrother. You're the one for me, promise."

	He still doesn't look happy, and I tilt his head up and lean
forward, planting my lips on his as I loosen his tie, pulling it off and
dropping it to the floor before I push his jacket off of him, unbuttoning
his shirt. I know that he's upset, but he'll forget about it soon. He's a
quiet kid, but damn is he aggressive once he gives in.

	Sure enough, as I undo his buttons, he pushes my hands away and
finishes it, sending it to the floor before getting the rest of the way
naked. Once naked, Logan climbs up onto my lap, grinding his ass against my
dick as we make out. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight, sliding
a hand down to his ass, pushing a finger in. I'm surprised to find it's not
tight, as it has been every other time, since we don't get to spend much
time together.

	"You haven't been cheating on me, have you?" I ask.

	"No," he answers, then goes back to kissing me.

	"Then why are you loose down there?" I ask.

	"You jump to conclusions too quickly."

	"You're one to talk," I look him in the eyes. "And you ARE loose
down there. I can't imagine your father buying you toys, so why are you
loose down there?"

	"The staff don't talk," he looks upset. "I had one buy me stuff. I
wanted to practice. It's not as big as yours, though, I want the biggest
thing in me to be you."

	"Don't want me jumping to conclusions," I say. "Don't do it
yourself. Karma's just my sister, and she was just worried about our
godbrother, like I said. Now, I believe we were in the middle of
something. What kind of toys did they get you?"

	"A couple of dildos," he answers. "Some lube, though I don't use
that unless I'm jacking off. A couple of other things. You're mean. You
deserve to be punished."

	I wonder if he knows how that can be taken. He's only ten, so
probably not. I can't resist my response, though.

	"Please punish me, Master," I kiss him on the lips.

	And he bites my lip, then smirks at me.

	"Sure," he says, tilting his head down and pressing his lips to my
nipples, making me moan when he touches them with his tongue, and then he
bites me.

	That hurts, but it feels good at the same time. This kid took
lessons from what I did to him. He bites the other one, and I start to lean
back, and he tells me 'no'. I sit back up, and he goes back to making out
with me as he grinds his ass against my dick. After a few minutes of that,
he guides my dick into his ass, lowering himself all the way onto me,
rocking back and forth once he's all the way down.

	This position is perfect. All I have to do is lean back, and he can
go back to work on my nipples. If he wants me to make out again, he just
has to look up, and I lean forward again. Fuck, it feels so good with him
riding me like this.

	His body shudders, and he gasps, rocking back and forth harder as
he climaxes, then collapses against me as I hit my own climax, filling his
ass with my cum, and then we lie back on my bed, him resting on me, head on
my chest, me with my arms wrapped around him as he rests. I know he'll
recover faster than I will; my cum-covered, flaccid dick won't want to get
back up right away, like it did when I was his age.

	When Logan wakes, he crawls forward and starts kissing me again,
then I tell him we should get cleaned up. We do it in the shower, then
cuddle on my bed, with me being the big spoon.

	This is only the fourth time we've had sex, and I have to wonder if
I'm just taking advantage of him. I love the kid to death, and sex with him
is amazing, but as he rests quietly in my arms, I do have to wonder if he's
too young. At eleven or twelve, definitely not, but he's only ten, and
barely. I'm about to say something, though I don't know what, when he
speaks up.

	"Can we go on a date this weekend?" He asks.

	"Huh?" I ask.

	"A date," he says. "Friday or Saturday. We can tell our parents
that we're just hanging out. You can say you just want to go out and do
stuff with me, since I enjoy your company, and we only ever see each other
when I'm here, and just chill and play video games. Just say we'll get a
bite to eat and go to the movies, and maybe to the arcade or something."

	"They still have those?"

	"There's one not far from the bowling alley," he nosd. "Lots of old
machines. The bowling alley has some, too. We could maybe go bowling. No
one will know it's a date, it's just us hanging out. I don't really connect
with people. I did with you. Dad will be happy."

	"Do you understand what's going on?" I ask. "You know we're having
sex, but-"

	"I understand," he wiggles himself against me, getting as close as
he can and snuggling his head under mine. "I like it, Finn. I like you. I
really like this, and I know all about it. I watch porn, you know. Now
hush. I want to just enjoy your company."

	We just lie like that, cuddling, until a servant knocks on my door,
telling us that Logan's father wishes to leave. We both get dressed and
head downstairs, and I ask Logan's dad if I can take Logan out on Friday or
Saturday.

	"Why?" He asks.

	"Just to hang out and chill," I answer. "He told me he doesn't
really go out and do anything because he doesn't have friends, and he's
like a little brother to me. I figure, I could take him to the movies, then
bowling. Since we'd be gone for hours, I'd take care of feeding him, don't
worry. And if you're worried about someone starting something because of my
looks and that I like to make people think I'm a ghost, well, I'm a black
belt in several different forms of martial arts, and my driver doubles as a
bodyguard."

	Logan's father agrees to it, and they leave, then I head up to my
room and try calling Xander. He sends me to voicemail. I send him a text.

	Me (to Xander0: I'm worried about you befriending Mike. He was
overheard saying he's only hanging out with you because you're tough, but
he'll eventually put you in your place when he gets bored of you.
	Xander: Iv got a plan. I no wat im duing. He wil sufer.

	I stare at Xander's response in disbelief at what he just told
me. There's no way he's got a plan, but he sent the reply quickly. Well,
quickly for him. He didn't need to think about it, just type it out. Does
he really have a plan? If so, what is it, and why does he think hanging out
with a bully and a homophobe would be good for him? My phone beeps as I
wonder about that, and I check it. Another text from Xander.

	Xander: I can git mi on, but yu alredi hav won, and i onli nede to
us won wons. In sevral wekes, can i boro yur sevin inch dildo? The
vibraeting on?

	One, how does he know about that dildo, and two, what is planning
on doing with it? I call Karma into my room and tell her that I've talked
to Xander, and that we need to keep a careful eye on him.

	"He didn't listen, did he?" She asks, and I show her my phone, then
raises an eyebrow. "When did you get that one?"

	"It came in the mail today," I answer. "And he already knows about
it. He's planning something, and that's worrying. I don't think it's going
to work out. We should tell Uncle Trey."

	"Let's wait," she shakes her head. "We don't know Xander's plan. It
might turn out to be nothing, or it could be Xander showing a different
side of his planning skills."

	"I won't wait for him to get hurt," I say. "I'm going to keep an
eye on him. I know someone in the middle school who can watch him for me,
and no one will know."

	"You do?" She looks at me with a look that says she doesn't think
I'd have contacts. "Who?"

	"Going to keep their identity a secret," I answer. "But I know
someone who can watch him. First sign of serious trouble, I'm telling Uncle
Trey."

~~END OF CHAPTER 23~~

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	So we have three dates set up for the same day. Will they see each
other? Yes and no. Xander sees Finn, who sees Xander and Luke, the latter
of whom sees Finn. I'll leave you all to wonder over how that works out. :P
Chapter 24 is the date chapter!

	Hope you enjoyed it, and look forward to Chapter 24!