The daily serial fictional based on Chicago's Boystown neighborhood: Boystown series by Danny Bernardo

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24. Block

Alex waited by the dumpsters behind the school like they'd planned. He was getting anxious, worried that JacksonMaxium was going to flake. He nervously got on his phone and checked his Grindr. JacksonMaxium was close. "Eta?" he messaged eagerly. The sound of footsteps approaching made him look up wi

24. Block
Alex waited by the dumpsters behind the school like they'd planned. He was getting anxious, worried that JacksonMaxium was going to flake. He nervously got on his phone and checked his Grindr. JacksonMaxium was close. "Eta?" he messaged eagerly. The sound of footsteps approaching made him look up with a start.

"Seriously, do I have to take out a restraining order?" Alex asked as Officer Fitzgerald approached out of uniform.

"I just wanted to talk to you. Charlie said he saw you go out this way."

"I told you," Alex said messaging on his phone again. "So not interested." The door burst open and a handsome jock with mean eyes awkwardly looked out.

"You too, Steven? Talk about cock block," Alex said as he hit send on the message.

The alert from Grindr chirped from the phone in Steven's hand.

"Oh my fucking god," Alex groaned. "Seriously, you're JacksonMaxium?"

"What?!" Fitz said.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, faggot," Steven said.

"Kid, let me see your phone," Fitz said, pulling out his badge. Steven's eyes widened at the sight of it and he immediately made a run for it. Alex chased after and tackled him. Steven struggled to get away but Alex kept him held down with the full weight of his body.

"I can't believe you fucking wasted my time," Alex said. Fitz stooped down to pick up the phone and started looking through it. There was the Grindr profile for JacksonMaxium. He started searching the photos.

"Look Officer Fitzgerald," Alex said, craning his neck to see the phone. "There's the picture of Mr. Parker and Robbie. I told you it was this guy who took it. Now you can take it to the lab where your people can CSI it or whatever and clear my good name." As Fitz swiped through the rest of Steven's pictures, one made him stop gasp in horror.

"What's wrong?" Alex said, craning his neck to look over.

"You shouldn't see this," Fitz said, putting the phone away. But it was too late: Alex had already seen the picture of Tristan lying in a pool of his own blood on Steven's phone.

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by Melissa798 on Thu. Apr 25, 2013

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