Some You Give Away, Part 4

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Some You Give Away

Part IV

22 September 2017
New York, New York, United States of America

Warren sat inside Butler Library, and did coursework on the Columbia accounting website. Lynn Mitchel sat to his right, where she typed notes on her laptop. Karen Danith sat across from Warren, taking notes from a biology book. And Carter Visyak sat beside Karen, working on his Fundamentals of Electricity.

Confused, Lynn asked, "Okay, what's the difference between 'net worth' and- and 'equity'? I can't find it anywhere in my books."

Warren continued to read the question he'd been working on hen he answered Lynn, "Net worth is a person's or entity's worth after taking their total financial and non-financial assets minus total liabilities. Equity is another word for the net worth of a company or business. Assets minus liabilities equals net worth or equity. That's in chapter 1."

And then Warren's cell phone vibrated on the tabletop. For the 10th (or 4th) time in the last 5 minutes.

• YouTube:
  • 'Michael Rizzi just posted a new video.'
• Twitter:
  • 'katykakes3 just favorited your tweet.'
• Facebook:
  • 'Juri Kalikov just shared a memory that you're tagged in.'
• Game of Phones:
  • Chad Mulroney: 'AMC Loews at 7:30, watching Stronger'
  • Laura Cappernick: 'Count me and Derell in!'
  • Porter Lizen: 'Can I ride with someone?'
  • Rosie Weslon: 'OMG I can't wait to see that movie!'
  • Chris Hawkings: 'Let's see Kingsmen instead'
  • Jeanine Shephard: 'Stronger! Stronger! Stronger!'

Warren looked up at his friends and asked, "Anybody up for a movie later? Bunch of us are going to A.M.C. Loews to see 'Stronger'."

• Game of Phones:
  • Katie Murdoch: 'Need a ride, too!'
  • Chris Hawkings: 'Porter and Katie can ride with me and Misha.'

Lynn, Karen, and Carter agreed to go to the cinema. Warren packed his bags saying that he was going to change his clothes and shoes.

Confused, Carter asked, "What? Why? What you've got on is fine."

Strutting away in his brown wedge heels, Warren called, "I've been wearing this outfit for 10 hours!"

Two hours later, Warren drove to a Starbucks drive-thru for iced coffees and frappuccinos for him and his friends. All the while they listened to music from Karen's phone through Warren's bluetooth stereo.

While waiting in line, Lynn asked, "What do your parents do? How'd they pay for this car in full?"

"My dad's an architect," Warren answered, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel along to the beat of Imagine Dragons' song 'Believer'. "And my mom is a physician. She owns her practice and does work for Hamilton General a couple days a week."

"Damn," Carter said from the back seat, "I wish your parents would adopt me. I'm gonna be paying off my student loans til I'm 50."

Karen then asked, "You don't have brothers or sisters?"

"No," Warren replied as he rolled his window down.

The male Starbucks attendant said, "Hi, good evening. 1 venti iced coffee, 1 grande no-classic-2-pump-hazelnut iced coffee, 1 grande caramel frappuccino, and 1 venti skinny vanilla bean frappuccino, correct? Your total comes to $17.92 please."

"Carolyn is actually my stepmom," Warren told his friends when he handed his cell phone to the attendant to pay using the Starbucks application. "My biological mom died in a car accident. A teen came out of nowhere on a skateboard. My mom swerved so she didn't hit him. But she hit a fire hydrant right off the bat. Airbag didn't deploy. I was just 6-months-old. Anyway, my dad began dating Carolyn when I was 2, so she's been 'mom' ever since I could remember."

On the way to the cinema, Warren continued to tap away on the wheel to the beat of whatever song Karen had chosen.

Looking out the front windshield in disgust and annoyance, Karen said, "Who the fuck is this? This asshole is driving 21 in 30 mile zone. Can you honk?"

Warren did. He pushed the horn quickly 4 times. He couldn't pull into another lane due to the amount of traffic, so he was stuck behind the red Nissan Altima.

"That better be a fucking 90-year-old geezer," Karen grumbled.

"Relax," Lynn said. "Movie doesn't start for another 50 minutes."

Carter, grinning, replied, "I'd be scared if that was a 90-year-old motorist."

And then the Altima sudden stopped, to which Warren slammed his brakes. There was a 5-foot distance between the two vehicles, but the Altima backed up suddenly until their back bumper collided with Warren's front.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Lynn cried from the back seat.

Carter laughed and said, "Fucking idiot."

"Don't anybody say anything," Warren said as he got out of his Lexus.

It was a bleach-blonde lady in her mid-30's who got out of the Altima's driver seat. A second later, a guy the same age got out of the passenger seat.

The lady said, "You are fucking toast, buddy!"

Warren cried, "You slammed into me!"

The guy retorted, "Yeah, okay, fairy. Susan, call 9-1-1."

Trying to remain calm, Warren told the lady, "Let's just pull off the side and wait for the cops, huh?"

Back in his Lexus, Warren asked Carter, "Mind handing me my bag?"

Carter reached into the back of the vehicle, and handed Warren his messenger bag. Warren removed 2 sheets of paper from the bag and handed them to Karen.

"Here's 4 movie tickets," Warren told the brunette. "Ask anybody if they need a ticket. I have mine right here. A.M.C. is two blocks that way, and I'll meet you there."

The 3 tentatively agreed. After they each exited the vehicle, Warren removed his laptop from his bag.

The lady driving the Altima knocked on Warren's window and asked, "Where are they going? They're witnesses."

"Where they're going is none of your business," Warren calmly answered. "You have your witness. So, don't worry about it."

Warren pushed the button to close his window before the woman could say anything else.

4 or 5 minutes later, an N.Y.P.D. cruiser slowly drove passed Warren with its red and blue lights flashing. It stopped in front of the Altima. Warren watched, with much amusement, as the officer spoke with the woman and man. A minute later, the lady walked to the back of her vehicle and showed the officer the dented bumper and trunk.

The officer approached Warren's side, so Warren opened his window before he reached the window.

"Good evening, sir," the young officer said with a stern voice. "From Ms. Ailing's account, I understand that you rammed into her vehicle at a red light back there. Can you tell me about that?"

Smiling kindly, Warren replied, "I can guarantee you that they're lying, Officer..."

"Aaron Hillman," the officer supplied. "Ms. Ailing also tells me that 3 other young individuals exited your vehicle and walked off. Where did they go?"

"They went to the movies, sir."

"Why'd you allow them to leave the scene?"

"Because Ms. Ailing has her male companion as her witness," Warren answered easily. "And because I have evidence of the events that's transpired. I have a dash-cam and another under my back bumper."

Happily surprised, Officer Hillman said, "Really? Fantastic."

"I transferred the data from the camera to my laptop," Warren told the officer with a growing smile. "I can show you the footage."

Warren sat the bottom edge of his laptop on his open window and held the top edge.

"Here's my 3 witnesses and I getting drinks from the Starbucks drive-thru 3 blocks south," Warren said, watching the footage with the officer. "Immediately after exiting the drive-thru, I came up behind Ms. Ailing. According to the camera, Ms. Ailing was driving 23 miles-per-hour and I couldn't take another lane due to the heavy traffic."

Officer Hillman watched the Altima in the video, and compared the license plates displayed in the video to the plates in front of him. Satisfied that they were the same vehicles, Officer Hillman continued to watch the footage. The video did, in fact, display Ms. Ailing suddenly braking and backing up into Warren.

"You are fucking toast, buddy!"

"You slammed into me!"

"Yeah, okay, fairy. Susan, call 9-1-1."

"Thank you, sir," Officer Hillman said, and Warren sat his laptop on the passenger seat. "Can you email a copy of that to myself and Sgt. Gates?"

"Of course, Officer."

"Can I also see your license, registration, and proof of insurance?"

Warren had the documents ready, and grabbed them off the side console.

"You're from Canada," Officer Hillman said with intrigue, examining Warren's Ontario driver's license and student I.D.. "What are you studying, sir?"

"I'm taking business, Officer. I'll be getting my masters degree in accounting."

Officer Hillman nodded before he told Warren, "Wait right here while I document all of this, okay, sir?"

Officer Hillman told the lady in the Altima the same thing, and went right back inside his cruiser. As the officer did his work in his cruiser, Warren used his cell phone hotspot to email the video to Officer Hillman and Sgt. Gates by the email addresses he'd been provided with.

3 or 4 minutes later, another police cruiser parked right behind Warren.

At the Altima, Officer Hillman and the other officer demanded the man and woman to exit their vehicle.

"You are under arrest for attempted insurance fraud and intentional property damage," Officer Hillman told the lady while he unholstered handcuffs.

"Wait!" the lady cried in panic upon being cuffed. "Wait! The faggot is lying!"

"You have the right to remain silent," Officer Hillman carried on. "Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future."

"The faggot is lying!" the lady screeched. "He is lying!"

"Quiet!" Officer Hillman commanded. "We've got evidence."

Warren watched with a smirk as the two officers forced the culprits in the back of Hillman's cruiser. He laughed in amusement as he exited his Lexus and inspected the front.

"I can either email you the official report tomorrow for your insurance claim," Officer Hillman offered as he approached. "Or you can come by precinct 24 after your classes if you have weekend classes."

"Email is fine," Warren responded with a smile and accepted his documents back. "I emailed you and your sergeant the video."

"Great," Officer Hillman said. "I- umm... I left my card in there. Feel free to use my cell number for- for personal use."

Surprised and blushing, Warren looked into Officer Hillman's blue eyes, and replied, "I'll be sure to send you naughty photos tonight, Officer Hillman."

Officer Hillman laughed softly, and said, "Call me Aaron. And I was actually hoping to take you out some time. But feel free to send me whatever you want."

"Okay," Warren laughed. "Expect a call tomorrow."

Christian stood outside of Loews Theatre's arcade with his girlfriend and his friends. Through bluetooth connections on their cell phones, Christian, Porter, Chad, Derell, and Ashton Timo played a group operation on Call of Duty Mobile. The girls were gathered a foot away talking about makeup and shoes.

Karen, walking toward the group, called, "Heyooo!"

"Finally," Chad groaned.

Christian noticed that Warren was not with Karen, Lynn, and Carter. Christian had not even known that he was excited to see the silver-haired Warren until he didn't show. Christians stomach dropped, and a pang of disappointment washed over him.

"Where's Warren?" Laura asked.

Lynn answered, "Talking to the cops, probably. Some idiots backed into his car."

Concerned, Christian asked, "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, totally," Karen replied easily. "Minimal damage to his Lexus. The Altima, however..."

"Anybody need a ticket?" Carter asked the group. "Warren paid for 5 in case somebody couldn't get one."

Rosie, being a student and working 2 jobs, was already struggling financially. She happily took the extra ticket when nobody did. So the group, some having to purchase their tickets at the box office, went to the concession.

As she wrapped her arms around Christian's waist from his left, Misha asked, "Can we go to Luna Park tomorrow?"

"I wish we could, Babe," Christian responded with regret. "I have to get started on this huge project for my communications class. I've been putting off starting it for a week, and I have start it now or forever procrastinate."

"Hey," Warren's deep voice said from the outside of the concession stanchion.

Jeanine worriedly asked, "Oh my god, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah!" Warren answered with an easy laugh. "I was not worried at all. My dash-cam caught insurance fraud."

"Ohmygod!" Katie gasped.

"It's okay," Warren assured. "The police officer arrested the assholes and he'll email me a report tomorrow for my insurance claim. Aaand I've scored a date with him!"

"Oooh, get 'em!" Chad cheered.

But Christian felt a huge pang of jealousy deep in his chest. He hated the police officer immediately.

Warren held a $20 bill and asked, "Can somebody buy me stuff? Just a water, orange juice, and popcorn. I need to drain the main vein."

Karen said she would and grabbed the bill. Christian watched as Warren strutted off in his sexy 6-inch red stilettos, enraptured with Warren's confidence and presence.

"You okay?" Misha asked with concern.

"Yeah," Christian answered and bent to kiss her cheek. "I'm just glad he's not shaken up."

Smiling, Misha told Christian, "You care so much."

At 10:04pm that night, Warren walked out of the elevator at John Jay Hall. Behind him were Christian, Chad, Porter, Karen, and Lynn. The others couldn't join because they were not residents of John Jay.

Jeff had just locked his dorm room and said, "Hey, Baby Boy."

Warren smiled at the black guy, who embraced him. Jeff leaned right in, and Warren revelled in kissing the thick, juicy lips adorning Jeff's smug face.

"I'm heading out with the boys," Jeff told Warren. "Hitting up the club. You coming? Go show them hoes how it's done, Baby."

"Thanks," Warren replied, stepping out of Jeff's embrace. "Can't, though. We're all hanging in my room. Chris used his fake I.D. and bought us a case of Bud Light and a bottle of 2011 Melchor Cabernet."

"A'ight," Jeff said before he gave Warren a peck on the lips. "Have fun, Quicksilver."

As Warren unlocked his door, Karen asked, "What's happening there?"

"Jeff?" Warren asked while they entered his room. "He's just a fuck buddy."

Lynn observed, "That looked more than 'fuck buddy' friendly."

Warren shrugged and replied, "He's affectionate. I'm affectionate. Works out for us both."

Christian wished that he was affectionate with the silver-haired guy. But he swallowed his feelings down as he opened the case of beer.

"Who's up for 'Cards Against Humanity'?" Warren said, grabbing the game and a box of wine glasses.

Drinks flowed as music played on Warren's laptop and the 6 college students sat on Warren's floor. Cards were drawn, deplorable questions were asked, and offensive answers were chosen. The 6 friends laughed, and laughed until their sides hurt.

Chad picked up a black card, and suddenly burst out laughing, and read, "While my mom was sweeping my brother's bedroom floor, she found blank under his bed."

With a grin, Lynn said, "A pair of crusty red lace panties."

The group laughed before Christian said, "A crack pipe inside of a Bible."

The group laughed, and Porter said, "Aww-ha-ha. That's horrible. A dozen dildos."

The group laughed harder, and Karen said, "A fake I.D. and a stolen credit card."

"I trump you all," Warren said while throwing a white card down. "A bear costume with the crotch cut out."

The entire group laughed, and Karen and Porter fell sideways they were laughing so hard.

Wheezing with laughter, Chad grabbed Warren's card and said, "That's it. I have to go with Warren, man. Oh. Oh god."

23 September 2017
New York, New York, United States of America

Warren woke at 9:03am. He took his cell phone off the charger and looked at the dozens of photos from the night before, and watched videos of their board game antics.

Warren then opened the camera application, and snapped a selfie on him lying in bed. He made sure his pectoral and pink nipple were in the frame, and texted it to Officer Aaron Hillman.

• Warren Altier:
  • 'Good morning, Officer Hillman'

Warren sat his phone down and grabbed his shower kit.

It was after Warren had brushed his teeth and was standing under the hot spray of the shower that Christian said, "Morning."

Warren turned toward the voice. At the next shower stood the brunette Christian, who was turning the shower on. Warren blatantly looked over every inch of Christian's toned, muscular body. He nearly smiled at the 4-inch circumcised dick hanging limp.

Christian saw from her peripheral vision that Warren was obviously admiring his body. To prevent his dick from hardening, Christian asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I- uhh..." Warren looked away. "Small hangover. Just a bit, though. You?"

"Same," Christian replied while pouring shampoo into his hand. "Good call on the wine. That was good stuff."

"Yeah, that was a great bottle."

"Plans?"

"I'm scheduled to bring my car to Lexus of Manhattan for repairs," Warren answered. "The email said it'd be ready for pickup on Monday afternoon. Then I need to do go grocery shopping. And I'm gonna asked the police officer out tonight."

"Want to go grocery shopping with me?" Christian asked. "I can follow you to the dealership and you can ride with me."

"Oh my god, your southern drawl is so hot," Warren said with a small laugh. "Anyway, yeah, I'll ride with you."

Back in his room, Warren hung his shower kit and towel on the back of his door and grabbed his phone off the bed.

• Aaron Hillman:
  • 'Good morning, foreign student'

Warren laughed hard at that. The response only made the officer a hundred times cuter.

• Warren Altier:
  • 'What is New Yorks sexiest cop doing?'
• Aaron Hillman:
  • 'Such a charmer'
  • 'You lie'
  • 'Finishing reports before I do field'
• Warren Altier:
  • 'No lies. You are hot, Officer Hillman'
  • 'What time do you get off work? Want to take the tram to Roosevelt Island?'
• 'Aaron Hillman:
  • 'I get off work at 3. I'll pick you up'

Christian sat inside the Lexus dealership scrolling through his Instagram feed, catching up with his friends' lives through their posts. He then opened his own Stories feed, and stared at a selfie of himself and Warren waiting in the dealership. The photo was captioned, 'This kid is getting his Lexus repaired' and Christian thought they made a cute couple. How he wished it to be so.

"All done and paid for," Warren said as he approached, strutting in a pair of grey 6-inch stilettos. "It'll be ready for pickup on Monday afternoon."

Christian asked, "What did it cost?"

Warren handed the receipt. A bumper replacement, hood repair, detailing, and cleaning cost Warren $611.76.

Warren said, "My insurance will reimburse me for the bumper and hood with the video evidence and police report. I'm not worried. Ready?"

"Let's go, Mr. Alteer," Christian replied as he stood.

"It's actually pronounced Alt-yay," Warren corrected.

Surprised, Christian asked, "Etes vous francais?"
(Are you French?)

100 times more surprised, Warren answered, "Oui, oui, oui. Mes grands-parents sont de Montpellier."
(Yes, yes, yes. My grandparents are from Montpellier.)

Disbelieving, Christian rhetorically asked, "Quelles sont les chances?"
(What are the chances?)

"Je connais!" Warren laughed. "C'est fou. Avez-vous appris a parler francais a l'ecole?"
(I know! It's crazy. Did you learn to speak French at school?)

"Non," Christian answered, making a left hand turn. "Mon meilleur ami d'enfance etait haitien."
(No. My childhood best friend is Haitian.)

Warren had received a text message from Aaron that he was waiting out front. Warren immediately closed his accounting textbook and laptop, grabbed his grey leather jacket, and left.

Outside of John Jay Hall, Warren asked with a smile, "You drive a bike?"

Aaron smiled that beautiful smile of his. The sight of it made Warren's stomach tighten, it was so sexy.

"You look different out of uniform, Officer Hillman," Warren told the man.

The blonde man did look different. Aaron's boot cut jeans accentuated his muscular thighs. His red henley under his black leather jacket showed off a firm chest.

"You ready, foreign student?" Aaron asked as he zipped up his jacket. "I was thinking after Roosevelt, I'd take out to dinner."

Warren eagerly put his own jacket on as Aaron climbed onto his 2016 B.M.W. R1200. Aaron fired up the engine and handed Warren his extra helmet. Nervously, Warren climbed into the back of the motorcycle, the platforms of his stilettos placed on the passenger pegs.

Aaron straightened and turned back to look at Warren. He offered the young man an easy smile. He then grabbed Warren's hands from his waist, and made Warren wrap his arms around his middle.

It was Warren's first time riding a motorcycle. His stomach did flips when Aaron revved the engine. And he whimpered, in both fear and excitement, when Aaron put the cycle in gear and it took off.

Traveling at 32-miles-per-hour, Aaron called, "You okay?"

Warren, holding tightly onto Aaron's firm body, called back, "Yeah! This is awesome! I'm totally driving this tonight!"

Aaron simply laughed and shook his head.

At the Roosevelt Island tramway, Warren and Aaron were the first to board the tram. Within a minute, the tram was filling so much that Warren and Aaron had to close their 1-foot distance and stand chest to chest. Both men blushed so hot their ears turned pink. They turned their heads, and were standing so close their chins touched each other's shoulders.

"So, umm..." Warren began shyly. "How old are you anyway? Not that I mind. Just- just curious."

"Right, yeah," Aaron replied. "Sorry. I know that you're 18 but how could you know about me? I'm 24. You've- uhh- you've dated... older... guys? You don't have to answer that. That's too personal for a first date. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Warren giggled cutely before he responded, "No, it's fine. I've- umm... I've never dated anyone. I've gone on dates, but none have worked out. A past F.W.B. back home was 31."

Warren could see that Aaron was concerned as he asked, "And how old were you?"

Warren shrugged and replied, "It doesn't matter. It's done."

Aaron sighed, "As long as you're okay."

"So tell me about being a police officer. How long have you been a cop?"

"Look at that skyline," Aaron said quietly, urging Warren to turn.

Warren turned to face the giant window. Before him was an incredible sight of the ocean, the skyscrapers, red-orange clouds, and the late afternoon sun. And Aaron had wrapped his arm around Warren's hip, and held the young man close.

"I wanted to be pilot when I was a kid," Aaron said directly in Warren's ear. "All that changed one day when I was 16. My mom's purse was stolen and we watched an officer chase the mugger down. It was awesome. I've been a cop for 3 years."

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