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The Clay Connection CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
BLAKE’S POV“This is...not at all what I was expecting from you guys.”Anderson, Anthony and I stared back at Clara with the same expression we gave each other this morning before going to class – annoyed with a hint of resignation and acceptance of our fate.“That is actually way better than what you were expecting, I believe,” Anderson said. We all knew it wasn’t true and I felt bad for him when he received mocking looks from our other classmates and teacher.“I can assure you this was not what I was expecting.” She dropped the Knight that I made – I could tell it was mine because of the way it was shaped like a deformed giraffe – and faced Anthony.“What the hell happened?”“Basketball practice, homework, personal life. You know, the usual.” Damn! I didn’t think Anthony had it in him to speak to his favourite teacher like that.“You’re making excuses and you know that.”“Well, that’s what happened. Clara, you didn’t give us enough time to make this. You paired me with an amateur an
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ANTHONY’S POVIt was one of those days when school was just not interesting enough for me to willingly keep my eyes open during class. Biology wasn’t my favourite subject and the person who taught it made the experience worse. We were given an assignment last week, but I couldn’t find my textbook so I didn’t do it. Of course, misplacing your textbook wasn’t a reasonable excuse for not doing your homework, so I got detention and my own personal essay: A Fifteen-Paged Essay Explaining Cell Division According to Some Famous Scientist Who Apparently Discovered It. It didn’t help at all that I was artfully taking a nap while Mrs. Brown – whose daughter I apparently dry-humped in ninth grade just to convince myself and everyone else I wasn’t gay – was explaining said assignment.“Hey Tony.” I looked up from my locker to see Gary smiling at me like I was a freaking trophy that he was so proud to have won. Mrs. Brown’s class lasted longer than I expected and it drained the little energy I had
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BLAKE’S POVI was waiting by his locker, a huge grin on my face. I was excited to show him the playlist I developed for him. While I was on my bed thinking about how uncomfortable he must be on his couch, I thought of this song that I sang to him when we were kids. He liked it, and I believe it was mostly because he liked my voice, so I decided to make him a playlist of the songs that he liked in my voice! I just hope it would make him a little happy and less uncomfortable since he declined my offer to use my bed.I sighted him just as he came up to my locker. My hand moved up in a wave and a huge smile was plastered on my face, but he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he looked furious as hell. He reached his locker and before I could get any words out of my mouth, he punched me. I felt my lip tear and the taste of metal was vivid on my tongue.He raised his fist to punch me again, but this time around I was quick to respond. Pinning his hands against his locker, I looked at him and said gent
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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
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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
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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
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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“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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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
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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
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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
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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
