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CHAPTER THIRTY
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BLAKE’S POVOh, never will I ever do a keg stand again!I woke up feeling like a truck had knocked me off the road and unto a train track and I was run over by said train one hundred times! My head hurt, the lights hurt my eyes and my tongue felt like sandpaper.I reached for the mini fridge I had beside my bed to get a bottle of water but my hand met with air. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that where my mini fridge once was now sat an oddly shaped drawer. I looked around the room I was in and realized that it wasn’t mine.Just then, Anthony walked in, a huge bright smile on his face.“Good morning,” he said chirpily.“What the hell am I doing here and where’s my shirt?” His smile faltered a bit.“What’d you mean? You…you don’t remember?”“Uh, no. Did I come in through your window again?” I looked at his window. It was locked.“No.” There was a hint of disappointment and sadness in his tone. He moved to the side of his bed and picked up my shirt before flinging it at me.“You really c
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ANTHONY’S POVI tried my best to not think about how sad and heartbroken I was by the fact that Blake didn’t remember being an active participant in the best night of my life. As I stared up at the dark ceiling in the living room, feeling very uncomfortable being wedged between the arm rest of the ridiculously short couch, I tried in vain to not also think of how Crystal has been calling me ‘Anthony’ and not ‘Tony’ since she saw Blake on top of me yesterday. I think she was mad at me and I couldn’t blame her. I did make out with her boyfriend in my bedroom when she had given me the task of keeping an eye on him.The hickey on my neck was a sure sign of the incident that happened between Blake and I, yet he couldn’t recall it. I had thought that seeing it would jog his memory, but that didn’t happen. Even if it did though, what was I expecting? For him to break up with my sister and date me instead? As if Blake Lindell will ever be gay!I had decided to tag the incident as a drunken mi
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BLAKE’S POV“Doesn’t it seem weird to you how unnaturally happy Anthony is?”I did not anticipate the slamming of my locker that followed after my statement and the long, frustrated sigh that accompanied it.“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked, already dreading the kind of trouble I was in. Lately, it felt like just my mere existence was pissing Crystal off. She sighed and rolled her eyes and yelled at the slightest things that I did.“You! Your constant obsession with my brother and his love life. That’s what’s wrong.”“I’m not obsessed!” I said, whiningly. “I haven’t spoken that much about his love life either.” She gave me a deadpan look and faced her brother.“‘Babe, have you noticed that Anthony smiles more now than he did before? Babe, have you seen how late he’s getting home lately? The world is a dangerous place, he shouldn’t be out that late. Babe, Anthony doesn’t drive to school anymore, have you noticed that?’ That’s all you ever say to me!”I stared at her, unsure what to say. It
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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 POVI woke up to the sound of a very loud bang.Startled, I sat up straight, my heart pounding like it wanted out of my rib cage. It took me a while to register what was going on but when I finally did, I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face like a virus.Blake was holding up a popper with his arms spread out, his hair a giant nest, messier than anything I’ve ever seen it be before. His smile was just as wide as mine and his tired eyes crinkled with so much joy as he looked at me.The room was decorated with purple and white streamers, balloons and confetti. A couple of my photos were hung from the ceiling using a thin streamer like string.“What’s all this?” I asked. “How did you manage to do all this??”“It’s boyfriend magic,” was his reply before he almost stopped my heart by winking at me and blowing me a kiss. Hearing Blake refer to himself as my boyfriend made me a certain kind of happy that I’ve never been before till then. I looked away from him, bl
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ANTHONY’S POV“This is what? My third hoodie?” Blake asked, pointing at the gigantic white hoodie with BL boldly written in black letters across it. “I am taking notes of all my hoodies you’re with. You are going to pay for them one way or the other.”“Can I pay in kind?” I asked flirtatiously while taking an obvious glance at his lips. His eyes darkened and he bit his bottom lip.“I mean...that doesn’t sound like such a terrible idea.”We shared a kiss then, but I broke it off to quickly put on his hoodie so he wouldn’t see how turned on I was by it.We were in the bedroom that he usually stayed in while on holiday with his grandparents. He had taken out two pairs of sweatpants and two different coloured hoodies from his little collection of clothes in his wardrobe, and asides the oversized cardigan my mom got him two years ago, he didn’t have any other clothes in there.“Blake, sweetie...”“Oh, I like that,” Blake said and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. “Call me that again.”He l
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ANTHONY’S POV“Where the hell are we going to sleep tonight?” I asked Blake. We were in his mother’s car now, chased back in from how cold outside was. We didn’t carry coats or anything that could keep us remotely warm. I had never been this cold in my entire life.Blake turned to look at the back seat. “Looks pretty comfortable to me.”“Blake...” I started in a warning tone. I liked the car, but there was no way I was going to sleep in it. He smiled, a goofy grin and ruffled my hair.“I’m kidding. My grandparent’s cabin is a couple minutes away from here. Luckily for us, I am their favourite grandchild and so they told me the password to it.”He put the car in gear and a couple seconds later we were leaving the beach and on our merry way to his grandparents’ cabin.It was rare for me to feel as happy as I did then and I was scared to let myself feel that happy because I kept having this feeling that it would all be taken away from me. The last time I felt like this – this happy and f
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BLAKE’S POV I kept driving, not knowing exactly where I was headed, but knowing I was going to take Tony away from everything and everyone that could possibly hurt him. He was sitting so still and so quiet and his face was turned towards the window so he was staring out at the blackness surrounding us through the tinted glass. I wanted to reach out to him, to hold him and assure him that I was on his side and that I didn’t hate him or think any less of him, but I couldn’t. Once again, I was consumed by fear, fear of how he would receive me; whether he would feel pleased enough to take my hand in his without beating himself up so much for whatever happened and what Crystal said to him. Fear of what it would mean for me to take his hand in this situation. We drove on in silence for a long time. About forty minutes later, I pulled up to the snow-covered beach and parked my car there. I really felt the silence then and it burned my heart. “Tony,” I called softly. He stiffened but didn’
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ANTHONY’S POVI don't know whose car I used but I found myself pulling up my drive way as if I had teleported there. I couldn’t remember how I got in the car and drove all the home but I did.My mind was completely blank, but at the same time it was filled with spiralling thoughts.My letter was found.Everyone knew I was in love with Blake, my little sister’s boyfriend.Blake knew I loved him even before we became friends again.Who the hell found my letter and taped it back together?Did that person know any more secrets of mine?“Tony!” The sharp, reproachful tone of my mother brought me back to reality that I so badly wanted no part of. I had somehow managed to get out of the car and walk up the little path that led to the front door.“Oh my God, Tony, what happened to you?” Her tone switched from reproachful to caring and worried in the blink of an eye. I had no idea how I looked, but I was sure it was not good since she was looking at me like a precious dragon egg that had crack
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BLAKE’S POVThe moment I stepped into Crane Hall with my midnight blue tuxedo looking like the most handsome man on earth, while heads turned and whispers followed, I knew I had made the biggest royal fuck-up of the century!It occurred to me while Claire was yelling at the sales girl yesterday who didn’t get my pants size right that I was forgetting something. It was only now, after I had popped a gum ball in my mouth, kissed the daylights out of Anthony right before Claire, Dante and Luke arrived and ridden in the limo my friends rented that I remembered what it was: I had a girlfriend and she was not aware that I was going to show up tonight.“Oh my God! Babe!”Months earlier, I would have loved this greeting. It would have upset me greatly if she hadn’t approached me like this and kissed me so passionately that I forgot we were in the presence of others. I would have most especially loved it if she had done it in front of Tony just to piss him off even more. Now, I couldn’t wait f
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ANTHONY’S POVIf my heart had the ability to detach itself from my veins and arteries and pop right out of my rib cage, I’m sure it would have done so by now from how hard and fast it was beating.As Claire and I raced towards the Lindells garage, the only structure in their once glorious mansion that seemed to be still intact, I couldn’t help but smile so much and be so pleased with myself – and of course Anderson – for coming up with such a brilliant idea!“Blaakkkeeee!!!” Claire sang as she banged on the garage door. I wanted to tell her to quiet down but then remembered my parents weren’t home, so I joined her in her madness. He opened up a few seconds later, looking at the both of us with wide eyes and a startled expression.“Okay, Claire I understand cause she’s crazy, but you? Wanna alert my parents all the way in Sterling Hotel that I’m not suffering and dying alone in solitude like they wanted?”We ignored him and pushed passed him into the cozy garage. His garage bedroom was
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BLAKE’S POV“Hey.”Words could not express how happy I was to see him.The garage door closed softly behind him and I was hugging him in record time, enjoying the warmth his cold body brought me.Right after I hospitalized Gary, the school called my parents. My father had to return back to the country while my mother, contrary to how I thought she would react to my behaviour, ended up fussing over me. Gary’s father was highly infuriated by my actions and he wanted to send me to jail, but then my mother called my grandfather, who was by all right more powerful and influential than the mayor, so I was suspended from school, banned from the dance and was under house arrest by my father who came to that agreement with Kieran Mitchel, Gary’s father.That was three days ago. Three days without talking to anyone or seeing anyone because my phone, laptop, tablet and game system were confiscated. Three days without being able to peep through my window to look at Anthony because my bedroom was
