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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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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
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BLAKE’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
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ANTHONY’S POVMy head was spinning a bit and my hands were trembling slightly, but other than that I felt completely fine. Mr. Cornell along with the school’s nurse insisted that I went to the hospital so now I was lying in one of our town’s general hospital’s beds, watching the doctor as he stared at the EKG machine monitoring my heart rate.I turned my head to the side because I did not understand what the machine was displaying and I was a little bored. Blake was sitting by the window, his hair a little bit messy and falling all over the place. His face had a little more color now since the last time I looked at him in school. I wanted to be mad at him; after all it was his stupid friends that almost killed me, but I couldn’t because he saved me. And if he saved me, didn’t that mean he wasn’t part of their little murder-plan?“Well, you look fine Anthony. Your heart rate’s normal and all the swelling has gone down. Your airway is all cleared up too. That EpiPen really did help you
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BLAKE’S POVFor the first time since I could remember, I was glad to be going to school. I don’t know why, but I felt extra happy when I drove my Mercedes to school that morning. Even listening to my dad retell the Tale of how he got injured while playing golf with Kyle, Anthony’s dad, didn’t bore me to death like it usually would have.When I got to school however, and had to face my almost-murderers friends, I felt all that joy leave me.“Dude, we had absolutely no idea that Pearce was allergic to peanuts. We wouldn’t have done that if we had known,” Dante said. Luke on the other hand didn’t look like he was at all sorry about almost ending someone’s life.“Look, I know you guys don’t exactly pick up on social cues, but I believe that when Anthony blatantly refused to eat the peanut butter and Jelly sandwich that Gary offered him last year during basketball practice, and said the words ‘I’m allergic to peanuts. I’ll literally die if I had just a tiny bit of it’ it was quite clear to
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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“Mind explaining what I saw in your bedroom yesterday?”I had to grab a hold of Claire’s mouth in the middle of the hallway because she didn’t seem to understand the concept of an inside voice.“Dude? The hell?” she asked, laughing like an evil mastermind who knew exactly what they were doing after she had brushed my hand away. “If you have nothing to hide, you wouldn’t be this antsy.”“I don't have anything to hide, but the walls have ears and people tend to misinterpret things. C’mon.” I grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the direction of the exit, intent on going to the pool side.“So, we’re skipping lunch then?” she whined. “I didn’t have breakfast yet and I had to run to catch the bus this morning. I might pass out.”A kid with dark brown curly hair passed by us in that moment, heading in the opposite direction while holding a bottle of orange juice. I grabbed it from him, waved off his protest and handed it to Claire.“A bully and a thief. Is there anyt
The Clay Connection CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
ANTHONY’S POVWho the hell is that?I stared at the girl with blazing red hair who just barged into Blake’s bedroom like she owned the place. Her coffee brown eyes were as huge as saucers as she looked from me to a crimson-faced Blake sitting beside me.“Uh...” she drawled, unsure what next to say.“Claire!” Blake exclaimed and quickly got up.That was Claire?It did not help my heart at all from knotting up that she was pretty. Though I didn’t particularly know her, she did look familiar, like someone I’d seen in passing, maybe in the hallway or during class.“What are you doing here?” Blake’s voice was raised a few octaves, and he looked like he had just been caught stealing his dad’s wallet.“I left my purse when I came earlier and I kept calling you but you didn’t pick up, so I...just wanted it back.” Claire looked from Blake and then to me and then back to Blake, the last look accompanied by a very teasing smile.“I see you fixed your boy problem,” she said and bit her lower lip
The Clay Connection CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
BLAKE’S POVI don't know what was wrong with my hands, but I couldn’t stop touching Anthony for the life of me!All through the ride back home from the hospital, my hand kept moving up to touch his face, shoulder, thigh! I don't know what came over me. Maybe the few days we spent not talking to each other contributed to it. I didn’t know it before, but I sure did miss him a lot.I was so glad when he agreed to sleep over at my place just like our mothers initially intended when the renovation of Crystal’s room began. When he rejected the offer the first time, I felt a little pang in my chest and I was sad about it for days. Now, my joy knew no bounds and just thinking about living with him made me all forms of excited!“One more thing,” Anthony said, bringing me out of my reverie. “You cannot tell either of our parents or Crystal that I’m staying with you.”The request to not inform our parents of our living situation sounded reasonable. My mom for one was going to make a big deal out
The Clay Connection CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
ANTHONY’S POVI didn’t die!That was definitely progress to me.I looked around the little cubicle that I was in. I could have sworn they put me in the same one as the last time I was in here due to ‘food poisoning.’Blake was nowhere to be seen and panic struck me. What if he just dropped me off at the hospital and then left? Or worse, he just called an ambulance and then left them to it?I waited for a couple more minutes, allowing the itch on my skin to drive me over the edge, using it as a distraction to not focus on the fact that my plan may or may not have been a flop. I was about to give up and discharge myself when the curtain got pulled back and Blake stepped in, holding a duffel bag over his shoulder.My breath caught in my throat and my heart did a double take. He didn’t leave! Blake stayed!His face was contorted into extreme anger as he stared down at me on the bed.“Blake, I...”“You are an asshole, you know that?” His voice cut through me like a hot knife slicing throug
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BLAKE’S POV“Oh, baby, you look so pale. Are you sick?”I stared into the worried blue eyes of my girlfriend as she cupped my face in her little palms and pulled me closer to her.“I’m fine,” I said as believably as I could. She didn’t look convinced, so I grabbed her hands and smiled even more. “I am, really.”“I just hope so,” she said and sighed. “It’s like everyone’s coming down with something. Tony’s sick too. He didn’t come to school today.”At the mention of Anthony, my heat skipped a beat. I almost asked how he was before remembering that we weren’t on speaking terms and I wasn’t supposed to care about him. He could be sick for all I cared!I tried to ignore the fact that Anthony was unwell for the rest of lunch period, but my mind just kept conjuring images of him lying on his bed, weak with the flu, unable to move a muscle. I bet he was unable to breathe properly while his whole body emitted heat that could cook beef.Crystal kept checking up on me every two minutes, and whi
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ANTHONY’S POVBlake made this look easy. I hated that he was that cool.Jumping like a kangaroo outside his bedroom window was in no way cool or romantic – not that I wanted it to be a romantic gesture. His window was way too high up and it didn’t even have a ledge that I could hold on to. Blake had moved out of his former bedroom with the balcony, and while I loved that since his current bedroom was directly opposite mine and I could see him whenever I wanted, breaking into his room like he used to do mine was almost impossible.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I had almost gotten a hold of the ledge between the ground floor and the first floor, but his sudden appearance startled me and I lost my bearing.“Uh...” I had no idea what to say. It was partly due to the fact that I was caught trying and failing miserably to be cool like he was by climbing through his window, and also because he looked yum! Like hair-dripping-wet-grey-sweatpants-while-shirtless yum.“I just...want
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BLAKE’S POV“Interesting place to call a meeting,” I said as I flung my bag to the side and sat down by the edge of the pool. Claire had a lazy smile on her face and it highlighted the freckles on her cheeks.“I figured everyone was going to the external library, right, so why not meet where people basically forgot existed?”The pool at our school was the closest thing we had to a haunted house. Yes! Even the external library wasn’t as creepy and eery as the pool. And I bet no where else was colder. No one went there anymore even though the pool was filled with water and occasionally cleaned. The swim team was scrapped the same time the football team was so no one had a reason to go all the way to the end of the school anymore. Well, except Claire Reagan.“Trouble in paradise my good man?” she asked, cocking her head to the side to get a better view of my face.“You know, skipping class as often as you do is not so great for your academic portfolio.”“Trying to change the subject and
The Clay Connection CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
ANTHONY’S POVThinking about the bullying and humiliation I faced back then brought tears to my eyes. It was so suffocating being stuck in school for 8-9 hours everyday for five days in a week. My mental health was deteriorating and I had no idea who to turn to for help because every where I went, people only had mean comments and nasty glares to deliver.“They would write mean things on my locker and take my stuff, making me look for it all day long. I had no idea why they were being mean to me like this. I knew they didn’t like me, but they mostly treated me like I didn’t exist. Then all of a sudden, I was good enough to be their punching bag.“It became clear to me why they were treating me like that. I heard one of the girls talking about it during lunch one day. Everyone in school knew that I liked boys and I never told them that. The only person I told was Blake and he outed me to the whole school. And when they started bullying me because of it, he did nothing. He just stood by
The Clay Connection CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
ANTHONY’S POVI couldn’t sleep.My mind was occupied by thoughts I didn’t want to think of, and I was as uncomfortable as if they were squeezing me into a clown’s car lying on that couch.I was still very much mad at Blake and I still very much hated him, but I wouldn’t lie, I wish I hadn’t gone off on him like that, maybe then I would have been able to take on his offer of sleeping on his bed.He had the audacity to be mad me when he betrayed me twice. He waited for me to fall for his charm again, to let my guard down and think that he was on my side, just for him to out me. Again!Thinking about his actions in the ninth grade and his actions now succeeded in driving away what little sleep I had left in me. I tossed and turned on that couch, boiling to a thousand degrees, mad at myself for letting Blake use me again to satisfy his sick sense of humour.Damn Blake Lindell!My phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of me and I groaned in annoyance. It was way passed two in the morni
