Date: Fri, 5 May 2017 08:29:01 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 26

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	In the last chapter, we had Valentine's Day, where we learned why
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~~Chapter Twenty-Six – St. Patrick's Day, Part 1~~

[Dylan]

	The first thing I do when I wake up is check my phone, then my
computer. I'm a teenage boy, you can't honestly expect me to do anything
else this early in the day. As I'm looking at stuff, I notice a new video
from Matt, just posted. Like, it pops up as I'm looking at stuff - that
kind of new.

	I pull it up and it starts to play. The thing that caught my
attention on it was the thumbnail for it. Matt's thumbnail for most of his
videos are often goofy or cheerful or comical, and you can tell a lot about
the tone of the video from the thumbnail. This one is an image of Matt,
dressed in black, his hair green (which tells me he probably did that shot
today or last night, since his hair was blue yesterday, and hasn't been
green in months). He's holding an index card that has "We Are" on it.

	It looks like a serious video, which is completely unlike him.

	The video begins to play, and there's no sound to it. None at
all. I realize that immediately, but also when Matt, with the cyan hair he
had the last few weeks, lifts up index cards, each one with a word written
on them. He holds it up for a single second, then drops it, letting the
next one be seen.

	This is a silent video.
	There will be no sound at all.
	None.
	However.
	It will not change the meaning of this video.
	Nor its impact.
	This video will go viral
	But not because
	I am Viral

	The video stays on him for a full second, then switches to another
person, them holding up a card.

	I am Male

	The next one is Female, then Young, then Old, then Exhausted, then
Gay, then Straight, then Bisexual, then Transexual, then Asexual, then it
goes into races, religions, national origins, abilities, careers,
occupations, skills, talents, and so much more. Each one starts with "I
am", and has something else, the card written in what's probably that
person's handwriting. I have to pause the video when I get to a very
serious face. They're all serious, not one person smiling, but this one
catches me off-guard.

	I am an Abuse Victim

	It's Xander. He's dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a tight t-shirt,
his hair shaggy and shaken a little to cover his eyes some, but it makes
him look sexier more than traumatized.. Is that what he's been growing his
hair out for? He started that a few months ago, how long was Matt preparing
for this video?

	The video continues. I see Tessa in it. Actually, I see a lot of
our classmates. Most of the others who are in it are adults, save one other
boy, who looks to be a lot like Xander, but with black hair and blue-gray
eyes. He's wearing a black t-shirt, and has two small silver ring earrings
in his left ear, a silver cross on a chain around his neck. He looks kind
of like a punk.

	I am Misunderstood

	I'm guessing it's in reference to his appearance. As soon as I saw
him, I thought he was a punk.

	The video continues on, lasting over ten minutes before it finally
reaches the end, each person focused on for a single second. Then, for the
last ten seconds, it cycles through all of them quickly as they drop their
card, revealing another behind it, this one written in their own
handwriting, but saying the same thing.

	I am Human

	And then the video ends.

	That was a video totally unlike Matt, but at the same time, he was
right. It's going to have a powerful impact, and it will go viral. Had
anyone else done it, it still would have gone viral, just with a slightly
slower run. By the end of the day, though, no matter who it was who did it,
it would definitely be a powerfully famous video.

	Why did he do something so big? I mean, he does a lot of big
things, but this is big in a completely different way. He must have had
over six hundred people in the video, and all of the shots were filmed
outside, with them standing against a wall. It's only been warm for two
weeks, Matt must have been running around like crazy to get that done.

	And how did he find so many people willing to do it? I saw a judge
in there, a politician - hell, even the mayor was in it. Matt put a lot of
effort in to make that video, and he gave everyone exactly the same amount
of time as each other, had everyone on the same zoom, making no one more
important than anyone else.

	I'm the second person to like it. There's someone out there with a
bot that likes his videos as soon as they go up. That, or no life or job or
school or anything. Matt's videos always have immediate likes.

	After finishing the video, I get ready for the day, then head out
to catch the bus. Quite a few people are silent on the bus, and it's not
the usual morning silence, it's a quieter one. They've all seen the video,
I'm sure. Some of them were even in the video.

	At school, everyone is pretty mellow. Matt definitely had an impact
- even the usually showoffs are quiet. Except Matt, he's still a
goofball. And Liam, and their other friends. The video probably impacted
them, but they were the ones behind it.

	"Okay!" Mrs. Dawson, our English teacher, throws her hands up into
the air. "This is the third period of the day, and the third one in a row
where everyone's silent and contemplative! Why? What is going on? What the
hell happened? You're all teenagers! This is not normal!"

	"Go to my YouTube channel," Matt speaks up. "And look at my latest
video. They all probably saw it before they came in today."

	"Pretty full of yourself, aren't you?" Rick, one of the class
bullies, snorts. "Thinking that it's just some stupid video you posted that
made everyone this way. Do you really think everyone would have seen it
already?"

	"How far in did you get before you couldn't take it anymore?" Matt
asks him, and Rick's face turns bright red. "You got to 'Bully', didn't
you?"

	Rick's face turns even redder, and he turns back around.

	"I haven't seen the video," Jessica speaks up. "What video?"

	A few other students confirm that they haven't seen the video, but
it seems most have.

	The school's silent mood is finally broken in P.E., when Matt looks
over at me and starts giggling as we're changing into our gym clothes. He
goes back to dressing, then looks at me and giggles again. He repeats this
a few times, and it's making me feel a little disturbed.

	"What?" I finally ask him.

	"You normally only have, like, two hickeys," he giggles. "Xander's
given you eight. How does it feel, being marked like territory? He must be
feeling really possessive of you right now."

	"Shut up!" I throw my shirt at him.

	"Ooh! Free shirt!" He exclaims, tossing it into his locker, which
he then closes and locks. "Thanks, Dylan! Always wanted another buttonup!"

	And then he goes into the gym. I'll get it back after P.E. ends,
when we're changing, but still. I should have thrown something else at
him. Like a brick.

	I pull my shirt on while the other guys laugh and make comments,
then go out into the gym for class.

	After that, people start their regular chatter and lifts moods back
up, but I can still see the underlying effects from his video. Matt really
knows how to hit people hard. He makes them all equal, then forces them to
see one crucial fact.

	In the end, we're all human, and things go by way too fast to take
advantage of that fact.

	At the end of the day, I'm leaving the building when I find myself
shoved against the glass between the doors, lips pressed against mine. I'm
about to push them away when I realize it's Xander, and he's aggressive,
sending lighting through my body like crazy.

	One thing I've come to realize about Xander's kisses is that how
electric they are can tell me how horny he is, as much as he tries to hide
his horniness. I understand why he's got issues, even if he does let me
blow him. He's got this thing about me being naked, though. He won't let me
get naked, or even pull out my dick to jack off. It's frustrating, because
he's not the only one who gets horny.

	And boy is he horny. He's sending lightning through me like never
before, and even though he just kisses me, he doesn't do that feeling-up
thing we often seen done in movies and porn, I'm still a bit bothered by
it. We're in school, and everyone's looking.

	They're still walking by, but they do stare. No one here really
hates, which can't be said the same for at Xander's school, where being gay
is treated like a plague (mental note: don't piss Xander off, or he'll put
a seven-inch vibrating dildo in my gym locker at school and extra-small
condoms in my backpack, along with a half-empty bottle of cherry blossom
lube), but at the same time, it's still PDA, and a ton of it.

	Someone gives us a wolf whistle, and I look over to see Matt
grinning at us, and he doesn't look surprised in the slightest. He probably
knew this was going to happen. No wonder's he's been giving me crap all
day.

	"Xander," I finally manage to push him back. "What are you doing
here?"

	"I was kissing you," he looks upset. "Why can't I kiss my
boyfriend? Is that an issue?"

	"There are people around," and you don't usually like PDA. "Don't
you get out of school at the same time as me?"

	"Of course there are people around," he looks at me like I'm an
idiot. They're getting to see my boyfriend for the first time, and he's
being totally himself. "School just let out. And I didn't go to school
today."

	"You skipped school?"

	"No," he looks offended that I'd even think that of him. I'm going
to pay for that later, aren't I? "I had a dentist's appointment this
morning, and a doctor's appointment this afternoon."

	"And the verdict?"

	"For what?"

	"How did the appointments go?" Why did he ambush me after school?
He's never come to my school before, he usually just tells me to meet him,
if he wants to hang out. "Got any cavities?"

	"As if!" He huffs. "My teeth are perfect. As always. The dentist
was just like 'You take damn good care of your teeth, son', and I was like
'don't call me that, you're not my dad', and he was like 'you take damn
good care of your teeth, kid', and I was like 'don't call me kid, either,
or I'll break your hand', and then I got into trouble for threatening him."

	"What was the doctor's appointment for?"

	"High school requires us to have certain vaccines," Xander
responds. "Dad figured that since I was already going to be missing school
in the morning, we could go ahead and get the vaccines out of the way
today, too. The doctor wanted to do a full physical on me, too, but I
wouldn't let him."

	Xander doesn't like the idea of letting someone probe his ass, like
they do in physicals to check to make sure everything's good down
there. Xander should be grateful he doesn't need sports physicals, or he'd
be pretty bad off. From what I gather, he hates doctors to start with, so a
sport physical would be a nightmare for everyone involved but him.

	"So how come you came here after?" I ask. "You normally just see if
I can hang out, then ask me to meet you somewhere or at your house if I
can, or ask if you can come over. Also, I'm going to miss my bus."

	"Quinn will drive you home," Xander responds. "I had something to
give to Tessa, and since we're not all hanging out until next weekend, I
figured I'd stop by and give it to her. Then I saw you and decided to kiss
you. Do you want a ride home?"

	"Yes," I answer.

	"Then let's go," he says. "I'd rather not piss off your foster
parents by making you late getting home."

	Thanks?

	We get into the car, and Xander goes back to kissing me on the ride
to the house, and walks me to the door. He's horny, and he's wanting to get
off. I'm tempted to invite him in when Mom opens the door.


	"Oh, hello!" She says. "I was getting ready to go shopping, Ross is
in his office. Nice to see you, Xander."

	"Hello, Mrs. Greta," Xander greets her. He doesn't call them by
their last name, but he does call them 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.' with their first
name, and it's kind of weird. "My driver gave Dylan a ride home."

	"You can come in, if you want," she tells him. "We've got snacks,
if you're hungry."

	"I am," Xander states, walking inside.

	"He's as Xander as ever!" She laughs, looking at me. "Have fun!"

	She leaves, and I track Xander down. He's in the kitchen, rummaging
through the fridge. Just make yourself at home, why don't you?

	"Do you seriously only have soda to drink?" He looks at me. "In the
fridge, that is?"

	"Probably why Mom's shopping," I respond.

	"You know I don't drink fizzy things," he says. "Let's go to your
room."

	He closes the fridge and makes his way to my room, and I resist the
strong urge to point out that he could just drink water.

	Once we're in my room, he pushes me onto my bed and starts making
out with me. I'm going in my underwear if he doesn't stop this.

	"Xander," I moan, trying to push him off of me, but to no
avail. "Xander, I'm going to cum."

	Too late, I catch my protest. I haven't gotten off with anyone
since our date, so all I've had is my hand to help me off. Xander still
refuses to suck me off or let me fuck him, or even pull my dick out, and
it's starting to really frustrate me. Especially since he gets me all
horny, then leaves.

	But if I tell him I'm going to cum, he then gets all serious and
wants me to suck him off. I love sucking him off and everything, but I'd
rather feel his lips on my dick or my dick in his ass than my lips on his
dick all the time.

	I almost called Sam up several times. If I can't get Xander to let
me get off before he leaves, then I'm going to call him. I love Xander to
death, but my hand isn't enough.

	And now he looks annoyed, which means he's probably going to ask me
if I want to suck him off.

	"Do you want to suck me?" He asks.

	There it is. He never asks for me to suck him, just asks me if I
want to suck him off. It's like a signature thing for him.

	Knowing that the reason he won't suck me off yet is because he's
not comfortable enough with me, I tell him that I do. I do want to suck
him, but I also want him to suck me, and I want that more. Hopefully, the
more I suck him off, the more comfortable he'll get, to the point where we
can finally take this relationship farther.


	But until then, I'm going to need another way out.

	Xander takes off his clothes and sits on the edge of my bed. He
makes me kneel or sit on the floor in front of him to suck him off, another
signature thing for him. I comply, taking his four and a half inch, fat
dick into my mouth. It's hard more often than its not, now.

	It doesn't take long before Xander cums, shooting nine loads of his
hot, sweet cum into my throat, moaning softly. That's the first time I've
ever heard him make a noise while we did stuff, and that was a lot, even
for him.

	He must have been really horny, and now he's got me horny. I can
tell from the look in his eyes that he's going to leave, so I decide to
call Sam as soon as he gone.

	"Wait," I realize something that should have been blatantly
obvious. "Xander - when did you dye your hair green?"

	"Last night," he answers, an excited light in his eyes. "I'm going
to hang out with my crew from the recplex today for St. Patrick's
Day. We're heading to the big festival after the parade. We'll meet up with
Tessa and them there tomorrow, remember?"

	"So you dyed your hair green?" I ask. I do remember that, Tessa
nagged me quite a lot this week to make sure I'm going to be there. "Wait,
you cut your hair, too. It was definitely longer yesterday."

	"Well, duh," he looks at me like I'm an idiot. "I was growing it
out for Matt's video. I had to let it grow out, then cut it, then let it
grow out again so it looked like it's normally that way. After I got it cut
yesterday, we got out all the little hair clippings, then dyed it."

	"Who's 'we'?" I ask.

	"My crew from the recplex," he again gives me that look that says
I'm an idiot. "We all dyed our hair green. Speaking of them, we're crashing
back at the house. There might be drinking, though I probably won't have
anything to drink, since the last time I got drunk, I castrated a man. It's
possible that having so many hormonal boys in a room might get them
horny. Would you be alright if something happened? No anal, and I'll try
not to kiss, since I'm dating you, but would you be alright with jacking
off and, if they come up, blowjobs? Or maybe kinks."

	"Kinks?"

	"Carter's sister," Xander explains. "Is friends with a second
cousin of mine, and she said that before he dumped his ex, he would lick
pudding off his boyfriend. I want to try something like that."

	"Why would you do that with a friend and not your boyfriend?" That
kind of hurts, and it makes no sense.

	"In case I don't like it," he gives me that 'idiot' look again. "I
don't want to do it with you if I don't like it."

	As soon as he says that, I realize why he asked me back in January
about possibly doing blowjobs, and then again now, with his friends from
the recplex. He's not comfortable with it, probably because of what
happened to him. He also likes me a lot, and doesn't want to freak out when
we do stuff, so he only wants to do things he's comfortable with. Xander's
trying to save me from seeing the side of him that freaks out and
panics. That must be why he never even tries to have me spend the night -
I've heard from Matt that Xander has pretty bad nightmares.

	And so he uses his friends from the recplex, since even though he's
friends with them, he's not dating them. If he freaks out, they don't have
the same level of care for him as I do, which means that they won't react
the way I do. They'll try to make sure he's okay, but-

	But they won't try to comfort him and smother him until he feels
better. I'm such an idiot. I should have seen that before. He thinks I'm
going to 'pester' him if he freaks out. I probably would, which is probably
why he thinks that. I'd do everything I could to make sure he's okay, while
they'd probably just see if he's okay, then goof off and try to make him
smile or something.

	If I try to convince him that I'll be fine if he freaks out, he'll
just grow suspicious. It doesn't change the fact that I wish we could do
more than kiss and have me give him blowjobs, but hopefully, I can get him
comfortable enough that he'll be willing to try it, and damn be what will
happen if he can't do it when he tries.

	At the same time, however, he'll want to know that he can at least
give a blowjob without freaking out. He probably didn't manage it two
months ago, and probably had a total freakout. His friends must be tough, I
can't wait until I meet them tomorrow.

	His other friends. I know that the ones I know are tough, they're
total badasses who will beat me down mentally and emotionally if they find
out I'm going to sleep with someone else without Xander's permission, but
if I ask him for it, like he does with me, it'll only upset him.

	Some would see it as hypocritical, but I can see where the
difference is. He's trying to get comfortable enough to do it with me
without freaking out, while I'm doing it to just get off. That's the only
part of our relationship I don't like, and he knows it. He won't ever
forgive me if he finds out, but if I ask him, it'll make him feel like he's
not good enough for me, and he's already got issues with his self-esteem.

	And I like him enough that I realize his reasons for it, and will
give him the answer I do.

	"Sure," I finally conclude my thoughts and give Xander an
answer. "Jack off, suck off, fuck, get fucked, do your kinks, make out with
them, whatever you want to do with them, Xander. Just ask me if you can
fool around with them, and I'll be cool with whatever you do," hopefully,
that answer helps him, even though I know it'll take time for him to be
willing to even suck someone else - forget about fucking entirely. "You
heading out to meet them now?"

	"Yeah," he gets up and gets dressed, though I notice that he's
still hard. Naturally. I have no doubt something will happen, even if he
doesn't suck someone else off. "Thanks for the blowjob, I didn't want to be
as horny while at the festival. I'm still going to be horny, but it's not
as bad, so it'll be easier to ignore."

	Wait, what?

	Did he just admit that he used me to get off so that he wouldn't be
as horny later? I'm not sure what to think of it. I mean, he's definitely
the kind of person to use people, but not for something like sex. He does
not like people using people for sex.

	The whole reason he did it in the first place is probably because
I'm dating him and suck him off. I do like doing that, even if I'd rather
he sucked me over me sucking him, but that's irrelevant here. It shows that
he's starting to open up. He's willing to risk backlash from me by putting
a little trust that I'd understand where he's coming from. He's trying not
to just ask me for sex, and probably would have asked me that shortly after
he actually did had I not upset him, if he has to leave so soon after
getting here.

	But then he had to go and confess the reason why he wanted to hang
out with me was to get off, which is, in a way, using me.

	He's so lucky I love him as much as I do and understand him the way
I do.

	We kiss again, and he gives me another hicky, unbuttoning my shirt
just to give it to me, then he leaves. I grab my phone.

	"What's up, Dylan?" Sam asks. "I'm getting ready to head out to the
festival with Greyson."

	"Fuck," I swear.

	"What?" He asks.

	"Xander's gotten me all horny," I say. "And I really need to get
off. I was hoping you were willing to do something with me again."

	"Even though you're dating Xander?"

	"Dating, not having sex with," I say. "Plus, even if he's not doing
more than masturbation, he's still doing stuff with other guys. If he can
do stuff with other guys, then so can I. Dammit. I don't know of anyone
else. Guess I'll just use my hand, as usual, though do you want to hang out
tomorrow sometime?"

	"Hold on," he says, then puts his hand over the phone, though I can
still hear him, even if muffled. "Hey, Greyson, want to go to the festival
or stay here and have sex? Dylan's horny as fuck. No, sounds like he's got
it bad. Not sure, but it sounds like they've got something worked out, from
what he said. No, he said that Xander's got permission to do stuff with
other guys, and he can, too. I think that's what he said. I'm horny as
fuck, Greyson, you know I don't catch details like this. Probably because
you suggested we go to the festival? Blargh. Fine," his voice becomes
clearer. "Greyson said that he really wants to go the festival, and the
fact that he's putting it over sex says a lot. He said that if you go with
us, then he'll be up for fun after."

	"Let me see if I can hang out with you tonight," I tell him, then
get up to find Dad.

	I'll just tell Tessa that I got asked to hang out with one of my
other friends for the festival. She'll be mad, but hopefully by the end of
the weekend, I've made it up with her.

[Xander]

	Dylan told me he's cool with me having sex with Carter and them. He
doesn't even know them. He knows I have issues with that, too, but he gave
me permission. At least I ask for permission, first. I know he's going to
run to Sam tonight. He's been thinking about it lately, and I could see it
in his eyes earlier, when he made the decision to.

	I was going to try to suck him off when his gaze changed, when I
could tell he made the decision. I know I can't stand the thought of being
bound and gagged, but I was going to ask him if he wanted me to tie him to
the bed and gag him while I sucked him. I thought that maybe I could suck
him off that way.

	But then he decided he was going to go to Sam tonight, and so I
decided to ask him if I could try sucking off Carter again for the second
time, and even try out a thing my second cousin, Zack, liked to do. Mostly
in the hopes of getting over the fear of getting cummed on. That wasn't
fun, when Dylan did it to me. I don't know why I let him.

	What's weird is that he even specified he's cool with me having
anal with Carter. I never asked that. I'm glad he did, though. It means
that he's alright with me trying to get over my issues by trying with
Carter. I have to ask Carter what he thinks about that. We talked the day
after I sucked him off. I told him that I wanted to try doing stuff with
someone I wasn't dating before doing it with someone I was dating.

	He says the first person I willingly give myself to should be
someone I'm dating, but I think he'd be okay with me trying it with
Carter. We'll probably just exchange blowjobs again, but he'll probably be
happy to help me get over my fears. Especially since he wants me, even
though I'm dating Dylan.

	I'm kind of using them, but at the same time, I'm not. I sort of
used Dylan earlier, so I wouldn't be as horny as I was while at the parade,
but Dylan's okay with sucking my dick, even though he wants more, but he
can't keep it to himself. And then I'm sort of using Carter to get over my
issues with doing stuff to other people or letting them do stuff to me, but
at the same time, I like him, and he likes me, and he's happy to help me,
even though we've only done something once.

	"We're here," Quinn says. "Pretty big crowd."

	"I know."

	"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" He asks.

	"Yes," I take a deep breath, then let it out. "I'm going to be with
Carter and Mitch and Zane and Brian and Braden and them. We won't be going
back to the house after, as we'll go to a party. I won't need you for the
rest of the night. Have a good night, and have fun with your celebrations."

	He laughs and wishes me a good night, then I get out of the car and
look for Carter. He said he'd save me a spot close to the performance spot,
except he can't because he's in the parade. So I have to weave my way
through the crowd and push my way to the area with the performance spot.

	It's the first spot where everyone will perform something on the
route, meaning they'll be at their best at that point. A lot of people
don't like someone pushing their way through, especially a kid, but I
ignore them. I'm here to see my best friends and my cousin. That's why I
let myself have my hair dyed green and get dressed in green clothes for
today. I'm even wearing a pair of sunglasses with green frames and green
bead necklaces, including a couple with beads shaped like four-leaf
clovers.

	Speaking of, I think I need to find more of them.

	The parade starts, and I watch as the first group starts to make
its way through, holding the banner for the city and the parade. There are
four of them holding it, but thirteen people total. It's the crew of the
Wolf's Dragon. I hear they'll be opening a new location next year. I want
to go there when it opens, but I'm scared. I can try to cross that bridge
when I come to it.

	That's a metaphor.

	Following the crew of the Wolf's Dragon, who always do the banner
for this parade, is the mayor and some other city officials, then the three
groups of local competitive cheerleaders.

	The first group is their weakest group, and they only do a small
thing on the town logo before they continue on. That's a group that does it
more locally than anything. The second group is one of their two nationals
groups, and it includes Carter and them. That's why they go to the recplex
for sports - because they do cheerleader two or three times a week, and
they compete in competitions and stuff, and so they can't always just go
and join a sports team.

	I like them.

	Instead of leaving to meet up with where they'll be finishing the
parade at, once they pass on, I stay where I'm at because Matt's boyfriend,
Liam, and their other friends Jake, Chance, and Ian are in the next
group. That's their top group, their best group, and they won a national
competition in the summer. And they've set their sights on it again this
summer.

	Their piece is longer and more complex, and it finishes with Liam
and Ian staying on the logo after their team walks past. Adam made sure
they got to participate in both of their groups. A national martial arts
tournament is held every spring at the recplex. The finals in it. They just
concluded it this year with Ian and Liam contributing to their overall
victory.

	I can tell a lot of people are confused as to why two of the
cheerleaders are staying behind when the DKMA team rushes onto the logo,
and their demonstration begins. It's almost like a dance. I can tell that
Matt planned the choreography for it.

	Their 'fight' tells a story, first of the unwillingness to accept,
then to proving that they can be just as good, then to acceptance that they
are equals.

	The 'fight' done, Ian and Liam do flips to rejoin their team, and
the DKMA team walks forward, leading into Lakeview High School's marching
band, whose tempo went with the fight.

	It's a really nice parade up to that point. I'm not sure about
after, because I go to where the team is going to be when the parade
ends. I end up waiting a couple of hours for them, but that's fine by me. A
security guy tries to chase me off.

	"You can't be here, kid," he tells me. "This area is for
participants only."

	"I'm not moving from my spot," I tell him. I'm sitting on the hood
of Tessa's sister's car. "I'm waiting."

	"You'll need to wait somewhere else," he says. "Only participants
and their family is allowed here, we've got a lot of valuable
equipment. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I'm going to have to
involve the police."

	"Matt and Adam King are my cousins," I tell him. "I believe that
means I'm family of participants. And I'm literally just sitting on a car,
waiting for my best friends to finish in the parade. Go guard something
that actually has value to your employers, and not my ride home."

	I look back down at my DS, returning to the game I was playing. He
returns a few minutes later with a couple of police officers.

	"Son, this area is off-limits," one of the officers says. "You need
to leave."

	"In our state," I say. "If an officer manhandles a child, they can
get into a lot of trouble, if the child hasn't broken any laws. I'm sitting
on my best friend's sister's car, and she's my ride home. I can't tolerate
massive crowds, due to events that occurred in my past, as much as I try,
and I could barely handle the massive crowds at the parade, which I only
did because I wanted to see my best friend and my cousin perform, and I'll
be meeting up with all of them when it ends. Now, either you can leave me
to the game on my phone, or you can get in trouble for attempting to force
a child who's doing nothing wrong away."

	"You're trespassing in this area," the officer says. "You're not
allowed back here. That's breaking a law. If you don't move, then I will
evict you from the area. From the way you're speaking, you're not the boy
of nine or ten you appear to be."

	"Twelve years, seven months, nine days."

	"Old enough to be arrested and sent to juvie for this," the officer
says.

	"Tell me this, officer," I say. "Do you have any evidence that I
set foot in this area while it was restricted? No. You only have proof of
me sitting on a car - one that belongs to my best friend's sister, who is
my ride home. In addition to this, family of participants are allowed back
here, and my cousins are participants. And the security oaf can't prove
that I wasn't here when they cleared the area."

	"Son, I've been making rounds," the oaf interrupts me there. "And
this is the first time I saw you."

	"Probably because I had my earbuds in and you couldn't hear my
game," I gesture to the one that's still in my ear. "And I'm quiet enough
when I'm not talking that people tend to not notice me. I saw you walk
right be me. I even stuck my tongue out at your back one of the times. If I
were a robber, I'd have no issue breaking into the cars and stealing
stuff. Instead, I'm not.

	"Now," I look at the officer. "I believe this conversation is
over. I'm waiting for my cousin and my best friend, both of whom are
participating in the parade, and am on the hood of the car of the sister of
said best friend. Any further discussion will not take place without my
lawyer present, and if you attempt to remove me without the consent of my
legal guardian, his lawyer, my lawyer, or my biological great-grandfather,
all for sitting on a car when you cannot prove I'm trespassing and I'm
allowed by the rules to be here, then you will find all involved offenders
involved in a lawsuit, and we will press charges against anyone who
attempted to touch me."

	"I don't think you understand how the world works, son," the other
officer finally speaks up. "We don't need your parents' permission to
remove you from an area you're trespassing, and if you're unwilling to
leave, then we're within our rights to arrest you and hold you down at the
station until your parents pick you up. And if you strike an officer, then
we can charge you and send you to juvie."

	"Only if you try to inappropriately handle me," I say. "Oh, he
picked up. Hold on," I put my phone to my ear. "Hello, Mr. Wern?"

	"Hello, Xander," the Police Commissioner for this precinct answers
the phone. "I didn't think I'd be hearing from you so soon. Are you finally
ready to tell us who everyone else was?"

	"No," I answer. "I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready to say who they
are. We might have to wait until I have another freak-out before the names
of more of my rapists are revealed. I'm sorry. I can't think about them
without completely reliving it. Actually, I'm calling because I have two
officers in front of me who are trying to force me off the hood of my best
friend's sister's car. It's in the area reserved for participants, and I
already saw the part they're in, so I'm waiting for them. They're telling
me I absolutely have to leave, no doubts about it, even though I'm not
wandering around or anything, I'm just sitting here, playing a game while
waiting, since it's going to be a couple of hours. I know I'm not their
family, and that some of the family are still around to wait for their
family members, as well as staff members from groups they're in, but do I
really have to leave this area? The others are all unsupervised, and
they're walking around. I'm sitting here, resisting the urge to get up and
look for food, so that I can be here when they get here, so we can leave as
soon as possible. Plus, two of my cousins are in the parade."

	"What are their names and badge numbers?" He asks, and I give him
those and their ranks. "Thanks. Give me a minute."

	"Yes, sir," I say, and he hangs up the phone. I look at the
officers. "You two are in trouble. I just got off the phone with the Police
Commissioner. The one over you. That's your boss's boss. He said to give
him a minute. Try to forcibly remove me, and I will be well-within my
rights to fight back. And I will fight back. I will even use the mace in my
pocket. You are being warned beforehand that attempting to forcibly remove
a child from his best friend's sister's car, which is his ride home, will
result in a fight. Do not expect you can get away with arresting me. You
will wait until one of us hears the result of his answer to my question."

	The officers don't want to wait. I did warn them I'd use my mace,
and they apparently didn't believe me. I honestly didn't intend to fight, I
just knew that my body would react by to being grabbed by fighting.

	Both of the ones who missed the mace pin me down, along with two
other officers who rushed in to help them when I fought back. I hit my head
against Tessa's car, and it hurts a lot.

~~END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX~~

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