“…I’m the only one who gets to treat you like that, Pearce. You are mine, and I do not take too kindly to those who want to share in what’s mine…” ****************************************************************** Anthony Pearce and Blake Lindell have been locked in a feud for as long as they can remember. The spark that ignited their rivalry? Well, that depends on which side of the clay you ask. You’d think their parents’ constant meddling or the time they spend together on the basketball court would help smooth things over, but nope—this relationship remains stubbornly unshaped. Everything changes, though, when Blake is forced to ditch the court and take up pottery—Anthony’s territory, where he’s the undisputed “King of Clay.” Now, tasked with the mission of getting Blake up to speed before graduation, Anthony has to spend even more time in close quarters with his rival. Will they be able to sculpt their fractured friendship back into a masterpiece, or is their bond too cracked and brittle to repair? And when a buried secret surfaces about the rumor that shattered Anthony’s ninth-grade year, will it soften their hardened hearts or leave them shattered beyond the kiln’s fix? One thing’s for sure—things are about to get messy.
View MoreBLAKE’S POVThe minute I stepped foot inside school, I was bombarded with questionable gazes from the other students. I tried my best to not think murderous thoughts towards them as I found my way to my locker. The moment I opened it, Luke and Dante accosted me.“What the hell Lindell?” Dante asked. “What the hell did I see on the students’ forum?”“Are you gay?” Luke had a disgusted expression on his face when he asked this. I remembered then how much of a homophobe he was.“No, I am not gay, Luke. And what you saw was not true. Anthony and his stupid friend are playing some kind of sick joke.” I slammed my locker shut with so much force it rattled the others beside it. Dante and Luke look relieved at my statement.“He tried to punch me yesterday in the Clay Room but tripped instead. The moron fell on me instead and…” I couldn’t even bring myself to say the words. I felt so mad and angry at Anthony that I wanted to ram my fist through his face over and over again.“If Anthony wants t
ANTHONY’S POVI stared at Anderson with my mouth hanging open, praying silently that for once he didn’t get anything on that stupid camera of his.“I didn’t realize you guys were…occupied. I’ll come back later, Tony,” he said and scurried off, but not before giving me a disapproving look. I hurried after him, abandoning Blake to deal with this new experience of kissing a boy even though it was just a surface touch.“Anderson, wait! Slow down!” I managed to catch up with him halfway through the hall. As if confirming his countenance from before, he gave me another disgruntled look.“What the hell Tony? Of all people to kiss, you chose Blake Lindell? The guy that bullies you with the rest of his douchebag friends? Have you forgotten what he did to you in ninth grade?”The mention of the Ninth-Grade Incident, as I liked to call it, puts me in a mood. I was immediately transported back to that moment in freshman year when my entire high school experience got ruined before I had the chance
BLAKE'S POV“I should take what class?” I asked Mrs. Sanders, my guidance counselor, in shock. Her hand was outstretched and in it was my new class schedule.“Pottery class, Blake. It’ll be good for you.”I stared at her in disbelief, waiting for her to laugh and tell me she was just joking and that I’ll take Home-Ec or something. She did not.“You don’t have that many options, Blake.”“What about AP English?” I asked dumbly.“First of all, pass regular English first before thinking of getting into a more challenging class. Secondly, even if you are doing well in English, which you aren’t, the AP classes are already full.”“What about Phys-Ed? It’s an elective. I didn’t do it before, I can take that instead. You can’t tell me that it’s full,” I quickly added. She sighed and leaned in, taking on a serious tone.“I have decided that the best option for you now is pottery class. You need an elective to compensate for the gap caused by your…termination from the basketball team.”I had alm
BLAKE'S POV“I should take what class?” I asked Mrs. Sanders, my guidance counselor, in shock. Her hand was outstretched and in it was my new class schedule.“Pottery class, Blake. It’ll be good for you.”I stared at her in disbelief, waiting for her to laugh and tell me she was just joking and that I’ll take Home-Ec or something. She did not.“You don’t have that many options, Blake.”“What about AP English?” I asked dumbly.“First of all, pass regular English first before thinking of getting into a more challenging class. Secondly, even if you are doing well in English, which you aren’t, the AP classes are already full.”“What about Phys-Ed? It’s an elective. I didn’t do it before, I can take that instead. You can’t tell me that it’s full,” I quickly added. She sighed and leaned in, taking on a serious tone.“I have decided that the best option for you now is pottery class. You need an elective to compensate for the gap caused by your…termination from the basketball team.”I had alm
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