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Sawyer was agitated, he was pissed off mostly because of the new Wrestling coach, the man was annoying and deep inside, Sawyer missed Eugene. He almost wanted to quit as Student Coach but something stopped him, he knew that Boone had signed up and the poor boy would be ripped to shreds without him there to watch Ash, that bastard Coach.

So, in order to fondle help Boone become a better Wrestler, Sawyer sent him a note saying for Boone to meet him in the gym and to be properly dressed.

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Boone sat up and scratches his neck.

"You have...another cigarette? I could...really use one."

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Boone freezes, cigarette in hand. He' started to say he doesn't, hans't, ever smoked, but then...

"Have you seen my sister? here? At school?"

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Boone takes a long drag off the cigarette in his hand.

"I...haven't seen her yet."

Another drag.

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Boone blinks, stares at Sawyer as if he's suddenly grown two heads. He's a good boy. Would never dream of doing anything illegal. Like...drinking, or smoking on school grounds.

"Uh...I don't know anyplace that would...let us drink. I'm only...16."

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"what...do you mean?" Boone eyes him curiously.

Boone is passive. He's not going to refuse anything. He'll go along with anyone, anything. he just...wants to know what he's getting himself in to.

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"You want me..." Boone's voice squeaked, "to go to your...room?" He blinked rapidly a few times, absorbing that. Wow. This was awsome. No one had ever invited him back to their place before.