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CHAPTER FIVE
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ANTHONY’S POV“I come late to class one time and you are already frolicking with the enemy,” Anderson said angrily and he stuffed his locker with his books and polaroid camera. He had been using that ever since his digital camera was stolen. Even after reporting the incident to the school authorities, not much was done about it. Now he had to work extra shifts at his after-school job to buy a new one.“Don’t be dramatic, Anderson. I wasn’t ‘frolicking’ with Blake. It was just a misunderstanding.”“It always is, isn’t it?” He faced me now, his brown hair falling into his eyes and making the angry green glow of them almost impossible to see clearly.“I almost fell over the foot pedal cord and he caught me. Trust me, I didn’t want to be engaged in an arm lock with Blake Lindell of all people.” He appraised me for a few seconds more, as if contemplating whether he could trust my story. Finally, he exhaled and nodded.“Okay. But I don’t like these near misses you keep having with him. It’s
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BLAKE’S POVThe softness of her lips. The way she moaned as I kissed her and caressed her breasts. How she pulled at my hair gently but with passion. Her overall femininity made me fall for her even more.It had been almost a week since Crystal and I started hooking up and I was loving every minute of it. She was smart, funny and ridiculously gorgeous and she had this ethereal glow around her that made her look so angelic, you couldn’t even begin to comprehend where she came from. And to think that earlier this year, she was just Anthony’s little sister that used to peep at me from underneath her table napkins when we were having dinner together and always spied on me through her bedroom window to know if I was at home or guess where I was headed.“Blake…” she said, in between kisses. We were in my bedroom, way passed her curfew, getting into the most exciting part of our night.“Yes Sweetie?” It was hard for me to disengage my lips from hers long enough to respond. I could feel her s
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ANTHONY’S POVMy hair was dripping wet and with a towel wrapped around my waist, I strolled lazily back to my room. I didn’t expect to see Blake clad in baggy sweats and an oversized black sweater, sitting on my bed, going through my music collection.“What the hell, Lindell? How’d you get in here?” I asked him, shutting the door behind me with a loud bang. He looked undisturbed by my outburst and just tossed aside my most prized vinyl like it was paper.“You have way too many vinyls, Pearce.”“What are you doing here?” I tried to sound intimidating, but that didn’t work on Blake. No one could intimidate him.“We need to talk Pearce,” he said calmly. I rolled my eyes and moved to my drawers, intent on getting my clothes and leaving my room if he insisted on staying put.“I’m not taking no for an answer Pearce.” I didn’t realize how close he’d gotten until I spun around and almost collided with his lips. He didn’t move at all and I was obstructed from moving backwards by the highboy. W
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BLAKE’S POV“Okay Blake, let’s see what you’ve made so far.”I stared at Miss Clara unflinchingly and just shrugged my shoulders.“What? You don’t have anything you’ve been working on?”“He has been too busy fornicating to care about his studies.” I gave Anthony a deadpan look.“You do realize I have been ‘fornicating’ with your sister, right?” My response brought a light shade of pink to highlight his cheeks and made his scowl deeper. I looked away from him, annoyed at the very presence of his being in the same class room as me.“Blake, this is a practical class. We don’t really write exams here in the traditional sense. At the end of the semester, you’ll have to present at least one sterling work of yours in order for me to pass you. You have to practice on your own. Anthony, have you been helping him out like I instructed?”“No, he’s too busy calling truces off and getting into fights with people that were bigger and stronger than him.”When I got out of the hospital and saw his fa
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ANTHONY’S POVHe did not break up with Crystal.I groaned and rolled over on my bed as I listened to Blake and my sister through the now-magically-thin walls of my bedroom. They were so irritatingly sweet with each other I found myself gagging every once in a while. But inasmuch as I was getting severe second-hand embarrassment from all their sickening sweetness, it was absolutely nothing compared to the first-hand embarrassment I got from having shared my feelings with Blake earlier today.I hate being gay…I cringed so hard remembering this statement I made and screamed into my pillow. The lovely couple in the next room were too engrossed with each other to even pay me any heed.Why, oh why, did I say that? What was I thinking telling him that I hated being gay? He didn’t have to know that. In fact, he didn’t have to know any of the things I said to him!He probably thought I was crazy right then. Or maybe he really didn’t care that much about me so he wouldn’t even consider the wor
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BLAKE’S POVI met up with Crystal by her brother’s locker after school. She was as beautiful as ever, her smile lighting up my crappy day.“I got a fun activity for us today,” she said, her smile never once wavering. She seemed super excited about this ‘fun activity’ and the way she said it hinted that it might be something up my alley.“Oh yeah? Will it involve a rigorous form of exercise?” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me before planting a kiss on her soft, pink lips.“It depends on how cooperative you are.” Crystal brushed her knee against my crotch and I felt the light bubbles of desire within. Oh, I so badly wanted to go home and do whatever she wanted me to, but sadly I couldn’t. I already had plans.“I’ll be very cooperative.” We started making out, hot and heavy right there in the hallway where everyone could see us. It was however interrupted when someone shoved me violently and I almost scraped my girlfriend’s lips.“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you th
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BLAKE’S POV“Okay Blake, show me what you’ve got.”After a month of attending pottery classes, it was safe to say that I was no genius when it came to the creation of a masterpiece with mud. But Miss Clara and Anthony seemed to think that everyone who laid their hands on the gooey mess could bring forth a piece like no other. Well, they weren’t wrong on that front, it just wasn’t the piece they were expecting to see.“What’s that?” I could hear the shock and disappointment in Miss Clara’s voice when she asked me what I was holding up. It was supposed to be a mug, but I could understand why she was confused as to what it was. For starters, it didn’t have an internal cavity.“Uh, a mug?” The snickers I got from my other classmates made me feel a little bit embarrassed by my creation, but I held my own, convincing myself that I was no expert like them and that I was allowed to make…unhollowed mugs.“Oh! I see.” She totally didn’t see; even Anthony, my teacher, didn’t see, and he was ther
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