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The Clay Connection CHAPTER SEVEN
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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ANTHONY’S POVShit! Shitshitshitshitshit!I did not think this through.I knew I wasn’t a master of stealth and I most definitely didn’t have a single drop of detective blood in me, but I was certain, at the very least, that I would be able to hide and observe from a distance. Dousing Blake in hot soup was not in any way me being hidden and saying hi to him and Stella was most definitely not me keeping my distance.I had not intended for this kind of chaos to ensue in such a fine dining establishment, but like I said earlier, I was no master of stealth and instead of being a semi-good detective, I was a clutz.When I saw the waiter approach, I thought he was coming to yell at me for hiding behind a pillar and spying on Blake and his mom with the camera that I borrowed from Anderson to carry out this plan, so I freaked out and in my lame attempt to escape, I ended up bumping into another waiter right behind Blake that was holding a hot bowl of mushroom soup with freaking lentils. Yuck!
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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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ANTHONY’S POVLooking at me now, the masters of revenge and revealing someone’s evil deed may shake their heads in contempt and spit on me. If I could come out of my body and look at me, I would shake my head in contempt and spit on me too. But I couldn’t, and the masters of revenge and revealing someone’s evil deeds didn’t live near me so I was as free as a bird in the forest.Contrary to my initial plan of exposing Blake, I had let go of his cheating ways and focused entirely on being his close friend again. Of course, I didn’t let him know about my intentions – I always made a show of crumpling up my face in disgust whenever he was around, especially when he was with Crystal. My heart had succeeded in taking over my whole body and so I was under its command, doing things that I never imagined I’d do. Like for example, look through my window to see if Blake was having his morning run already.It was 5:30 on Saturday morning and usually I was asleep by this time, but my brain that wa
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ANTHONY’S POVI laid there frozen like a deer caught in headlights. When Blake opened his mouth and my lips were covered in his, I felt the tingles of desire bubble in me. My heart was beating rapidly and I feared that Blake might hear it.What the hell was he doing? Why did he kiss me? Should I kiss him back?All these thoughts ran through my brain in the span of three seconds. Before I could start getting into the lip mesh, my sister ran outside and found us like that.I quickly pushed Blake away and he rolled over, his back on the wet grass. I was turning all shades of red and I searched my brain for a reasonable excuse as to why I was kissing my little sister’s boyfriend right after she called me and asked me to drive them home.I may have just imagined it, but for a brief second Crystal looked at me with hatred and disdain. I probably imagined it because the next second she was all over Blake, checking to see if he was still alive, and her voice had this worried tone. And when sh
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BLAKE’S POVI was slowly but surely losing my mind.What the hell was I thinking touching his lips like that? And what was that question about?God, I felt so embarrassed I couldn’t even stay a second without cringing and screaming internally – and externally sometimes.When it was time to head over to Luke’s house for the party, I went to the house next door to pick up my girlfriend. I was worried and anxious about meeting with her brother again, but I willed myself to not look so bothered about it and act like everything was alright.“Queen of hearts?” I asked the moment I saw her. She was clad in all red with little cards sticking out here and there. She painted red hearts on her cheeks and tiny stars close to her eyes. Even her hair was red. She looked way too beautiful and I couldn’t help but smile at her, the uneasiness I felt earlier ebbing away.“Just yours,” she responded with a flirty smile and a wink. I laughed and kissed her.“C’mon. Let’s go.”“Where’s Anthony?” I asked l
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ANTHONY’S POVI haven’t felt so giddy in a very, very long time. Like ever-since-I-found-out-I-was-gay-and-I-had-a-huge-crush-on-Blake long. I had my very first proper kiss with Michael yesterday and it was heavenly!Today was Halloween which just meant Blake was most definitely throwing a huge Halloween rager after school. I haven’t spoken to him since he was in my room, asking me about my relationship. Well, now if he asked me, I’d just tell him about the new update.As I shut my locker, Anderson’s face popped up, giving me a fright. “Where the hell were you?”“Jesus, man, you scared me.”“You left Blake and I to mold tiny chess pieces so you could do what exactly?”“Hang out with Michael Tema,” I responded casually. Anderson froze like a deer caught in headlights.“You skipped school to hang out with Michael Tema of all people? How does Blake feel about this?”“You’re supposed to ask me how I feel about it. Why do you care what Blake thinks? He’s been nothing but an ass towards you
The Clay Connection CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
BLAKE’S POVAnthony didn’t show up for lunch, neither did he show up to pottery class after lunch. I had a feeling a certain overrated member of the NCH basketball team had something to do with it. I was going to say something to him about skipping class to hang out with a boy who was most likely only spending that much time with him because of his vendetta against me, but he never showed up to the fixed pottery session Anderson and I planned for our assignment after school. We had less than ten days to get it all ready but we still hadn’t gotten passed molding the chess pieces.“He’s not answering,” Anderson said with a solemn look on his face. I have known Anthony for all his life and there was absolutely nothing he put before pottery. He loved playing with clay so much that he skipped our senior Prom just so he could spin wet clay around the pottery wheel. He even once pretended to be too sick to play a game just so he could go to some convention for potters! And it was a major gam
The Clay Connection CHAPTER TWENTY- SIX
ANTHONY’S POVI sat by my desk in my bedroom trying so hard to understand the calculus homework we were given. I wasn’t dyslexic or anything, but the more I stared at the page, the more the letters and numbers seemed to float out of it. I was getting frustrated and frankly speaking, my brain wasn’t processing anything anymore.I grabbed my headset after shutting my book tight and got in my bed. Then I played Paper Rings by Taylor Swift, closed my eyes and tried to imagine Blake…I mean Michael and I dancing to the song.I was only deep into the beginning of the second verse when I felt someone breathe down my neck. Startled, I flung my eyes open only to come face to face with the beautiful smiling face of my sister’s boyfriend.“What the hell, Blake? What are you doing here? How did you get in?” He was laughing at me like it was the funniest thing in the world to witness someone freak out by an intruder’s presence.“You gotta stop asking me that question, Anthony. I’ve told you before,
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BLAKE’S POVMy girlfriend was sulking. As a good boyfriend, I should fix it and make her feel better. Instead, I was sulking and not talking to Anthony because of his audacious decision to betray me so openly.“Honestly, man, it’s like you guys are in a relationship,” Dante said. I was picking at my fries in the cafeteria during lunch on Monday. I haven’t spoken to Anthony since last Friday’s dinner that ended sourly.“I’ve told you before to stop saying shit like that, Dante!” Luke scolded him. His face was contorted in the most disconcerting facial expression he could muster. I didn’t even have it in me to reprimand him for being such a homophobe.“But it’s true. Just last week, they were all buddies and now Anthony is having lunch in the Clay Room. It had something to do with him losing that game, right? Did you give Michael your sneakers?” They both peered at me intently. At the mention of Michael Tema, I lost whatever little appetite I had left.God, this was frustrating me! I co
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ANTHONY’S POVNever have I ever been so confused in my entire life!As we sat down round the dinner table that was set up at our backyard, I couldn’t help but notice the nasty glare that Blake kept sending my way. He was so pissed after the game that I didn’t even have the guts to look him in the eye. Now I may be wrong, but I had a feeling it had nothing to do with me actually losing the game and had everything to do with Michael’s proposal. That was exactly what confused me.You see, prior to that little chat we had at the end of the game, Michael and I had never spoken to each other before. He has had more interactions with the ants that occasionally trudged up and down the court in school than he has had with me since I knew of his existence. The only people he paid any notice to when we had a match together were Blake and his posse. Hearing him say that he thought I was gorgeous and then going ahead to ask me out was just weird and as shocking and terrifying as pineapple on pizza
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BLAKE’S POVIt was so unlike me to hum, yet it was all I could do the morning of the match between our school and NCH.I was so happy yesterday when I found out that Anthony won. Even though I didn’t exactly see it and thanks to the absence of the cameraman I had assigned the task of capturing every beautiful moment I couldn’t ever see it, I was still very proud of him and I was certain he wasn’t going to disappoint today either.“You look happy,” Crystal said as we loaded up the trunk of my car with two coolers of beer and a shit ton of chips for the after party. Even though Anthony, Crys and I wouldn’t be able to make it to the party because of the little pre-Halloween dinner our moms had planned out, I still felt obligated to contribute to our little celebration. Dante and Luke would take it off my hands after the game later on.“That’s because I have an autographed basketball with my name on it and it’ll be mine in less than three hours.”“Don’t you think you’re being presumptuous
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ANTHONY’S POV“You know, you guys’ on-again-off-again relationship is way worse that Blake and Susan’s.”Blake frowned and looked at Dante. “I never had an on-again-off-again relationship with Susan.”“Uh, yes you did,” Dante countered. “From the summer of tenth grade up until you started dating that hot chick in freshman year.”“Excuse me,” I said interjecting, “That ‘hot chick’ happens to be my little sister.”“Which is exactly why the bromance between you and Blake is weird.” I blushed at the word he used. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but I still felt a little bit giddy that the relationship I had with Blake would be described as a bromance by none other than his friend who also participated in torturing me for years.We were all seated in the cafeteria – Blake, Dante, Anderson and my humble self. I was so surprised when I saw Anderson and Blake walking up to me together, laughing like they were old friends. Turns out, Anderson and Blake bonded over some mean joke they pla
