"Truth is stranger than fiction". It was a Mark Twain quote that Alexander remembered while walking up the walkway of the rather large house that belonged to the Winters. He had parked his sleek Model S, in the drive way, and spent a few moments checking his social media before getting out of the car. In his hand was a bottle of wine that he had picked up in Mart on the way over. His parents always used to say, that you never should show up to someone's place empty handed. It wasn't cheap stuff either. Alex had paid 40 dollars for this bottle. Dressed in a black T-shirt, white pants and brown shoes - he fancied himself looking quite good as he stepped up the door and pressed the bell.<br/><br/>Sebastian had done quite well for himself. This was a pretty fancy house. But what he really meant was the wife he managed the score. The blonde was a beaut, and he wondered how that pathetic whimp managed to get his hands on her. Not that he was doing a good job of keeping the woman, as Alex was quite of aware of Mrs. Winters indiscretions. He wondered if it was an accident or she really wanted to share it with him, that part of her wanted to be free and escape the box that was her useless husband. But all of that aside, Alex was actually quite interested in meeting his high school "friend" in person. It had been how much years? 10? He didn't see him at the high school reunion 10 years ago? The excuse was that he was sick or something.<br/><br/>There was something nostalgic about standing there, and a flood of old highschool memories like an old movie reel played in his mind. Oh were those some good times. Alex had always been a bit taller and stronger for his age. And even now he stood about 6'3, a tad bit shorter than his older brother but still stall. During highschool, he had so much anger, and so much energy. He was just pissed at the world. He wasn't sure if it was a phaze, or if he just needed to take that out on the other boys. Sebastian had gottten it pretty bad. And he been scared too. Always been too scared to tell his parents what really happened.  Besides boys will be boys right? Nothing wrong with a little tussle now  and again.<br/><br/>There was a big part of him, that was just waiting in anticipation for this encounter. Just the look on Seb's face, as saw him after all this time would be satisfaction enough.  Oh this was going to be a fun evening, and Alex could not hide the wide grin that was plastered all over his face.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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