BLAKE’S POV
The 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 to play, let’s give him what he wants.” The way Dante said this had me rethinking telling them that Anthony planned the video thing. Don’t get me wrong, I did want to take revenge on him, it’s just that Dante has been known to take things a bit too far when it came to pay back and I may have hated Anthony but I didn’t want him maimed for life.
“Guys, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, okay?” The words were barely out of my mouth when Luke spotted Anthony walking in with Crystal, her face crestfallen as she sighted me. My two friends were over there in record time and I swore silently as I followed them.
“It’s a nice morning isn’t it, Pearce? Have any more boys to ambush with kisses on your list?” Dante asked mockingly. Then he lowered his tone and asked “Am I next by any chance?”
Crystal looked at me pleadingly, as if begging me to tame my friends. I didn’t know how to tell her that I had no control over pissed-off Luke and Dante. At least to some extent.
“I don’t do dipshits, McCollin,” Anthony responded. Dante oohed and gave him a sadistic look. I could only imagine the plans he had for Anthony.
“Does that mean you like Blake?” Luke asked. “Bro, that’s disgusting. As if Blake Lindell will ever get with a guy.”
“It’s the freaking 21st century but you guys are acting like assholes from the 1900s. Grow up, would ya?”
We all turned to look at Crystal who was glaring spitefully at my friends and partially at me.
“No matter what century we are in, being gay will never stop being disgusting,” Luke said with so much venom to Crystal.
Dante lowered his stature to be on the same level with her and said “You have terrible taste in men” before capturing Anthony in a headlock.
“Let’s go to the scene of the crime, shall we Pearce?” he announced and started dragging Anthony across the hall to the Clay Room despite Crystal’s pleas and his struggle to be free.
We arrived at the Clay Room before Crystal did and Dante locked her outside. She banged on the door to be let in but we all ignored her and focused on Anthony.
“What? Are you all going to gang up and beat me? Pretty cowardly, don’t you think? Picking on someone with a broken arm.”
“Like you could take one of us with properly functioning arms,” Dante said and snickered. He stalked over to the shelf where all the clay sculptures were kept and picked up a silver mug with swans on it.
“Hey be careful with…” Dante let the mug slip before Anthony could finish his sentence.
“Oops.”
Luke picked up on Dante’s plans and moved over to the other shelves.
“Now hold on. We can talk it out…”
They began to smash every clay object they could lay their hands on, from the mugs with intricate designs to the vases and plates. I watched them, unable to join them for some reason, but also unable to stop them. I felt a tightness in my chest as I saw the horrified look on Anthony’s helpless face. I knew how much work he put in all these clay objects. Much as I hated him, I didn’t like the idea of his hard work being destroyed before his eyes. I felt the same way when I was kicked off the basketball team.
Dante held up a rainbow-colored mug.
“Ooh. He made a freak mug.” He threw the mug up in the air and caught it. Anthony turned paler and paler as he continued to toss it in the air and catch it.
“Please, be careful with that Dante. Don’t break that.” Anthony’s voice was dripping with desperation and worry, his eyes wavering, but Dante ignored him.
“Tell me, what’s your ideal guy like? Blake?” He pointed at me and Anthony went red like a tomato.
“Look at him. He totally likes you, Blake.”
“Shut up, Dante. Don’t say shit like that. What if you start to put ideas in his head? I don’t want a fag liking Blake. That’s just weird and disgusting.”
Dante chuckled and made to smash the mug in his hand. I caught a glimpse of the inscription on it just as his fingers stopped supporting the weight of the mug. It dropped to the floor, just like the others, and smashed into a thousand irreparable pieces. I could feel the pain emanate from Anthony as he watched the destruction of the mug. That made something stir in me.
“Come on guys. We have to go or else we’ll be late for class.”
Reluctantly they agreed to leave. Crystal looked at me with so much venom and spite as we exited the Clay Room. I tried my best to not dwell on Anthony’s words about being a coward and left without looking back.
***
The cafeteria was as noisy as ever. I didn’t like having lunch in the cafeteria but I was forced to because of social convention. My friends enjoyed watching others eat and making snide comments about their food and eating habits. I had to be there because… well, they were my friends.
In this moment I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous of Anthony. He never ate in the cafeteria. His entire high school life was spent in the Clay Room. I thought of the mess that my so-called friends made there this morning and my stomach flipped. I suddenly didn’t feel like eating anymore.
We got to our table and sat there. A few seconds later, Susan, the second hottest girl in school joined us with her friends from the cheerleading squad.
Dante and Luke kept talking conspiratorially with each other. It was so unlike them to not focus on two beautiful girls and opt for talking about God-knows-what instead. Susan tried to start a conversation with me, but I was more interested in finding out what was making them so pleased with themselves.
“Are you guys going to let me in on the fun or are you just going to keep giggling to yourselves like a bunch of girls?”
“You’re gonna love this,” Dante said excitedly and pointed behind me. “Watch.”
I looked back and saw Anthony taking a sit beside Gary on the basketball team’s table. I frowned because I had never seen Anthony in the cafeteria since tenth grade and also because of the smile he exchanged with Gary. It was too much teeth and cheeks and just too…much. Too gay.
I watched and observed nothing extraordinary happen. Anthony just brought out his lunch from the little brown lunch bag that he always carried from home because he couldn’t eat cafeteria food since he didn’t know what they put inside. It was a sandwich, as always and I paid attention to him as he took a bite of it.
“Wait for it,” Luke all but squealed, unable to hold in his laugh. He and Dante were acting really weird and I suddenly felt this cloud of dread settle upon me. Why did I have such crazy friends?
I saw nothing at first. Then I saw Gary move his hand towards Anthony’s face. The action confused me even more when Anthony slapped his hand away and grabbed his throat instead. That was when I noticed how red he’d gotten.
“What did you guys do?” I asked, dreading the answer even though I already knew it.
“We just gave him a little treat. We know how much he hates peanut butter so we decided to give him a little taste of it.” The way they laughed after Luke said that enraged me. My eyes bulged out of their sockets and I looked at the pair of them like they were mad, which frankly they were.
“Hate? Hate?” I yelled, startling all that were seated there. Dante and Luke stopped laughing now and stared at me like I had lost it.
“Did you just say hate?”
“Dude…” I cut Dante off before he could say something even more stupid.
“Anthony doesn’t hate peanut butter! He’s allergic to peanuts, dipshits!!” Their faces fell in unison. We all turned to Anthony’s table now. He was so red, if a tomato was placed next to him you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in color. Everyone around him seemed to be clueless as to what to do. I stood up quickly and ran to his table. He fell over from his seat just as I arrived.
“Pearce! Hey, Pearce, look at me!” His blue eyes now looked grey.
“I…can’t…breathe,” he managed to force out.
I faced Gary and told him “Don’t let Pearce die” before leaving Anthony’s side and running to my locker.
I thought to myself how proud and smug my mother would be when I told her that I used the EpiPen she literally begged me to carry around for Anthony today. I never thought I’d need to use it. I guess mothers did know best.
I found it tucked safely between my math textbook that I never used and headed back to the cafeteria. Mr. Cornell, our History teacher was already by his side, calling emergency services.
“Out of the way people!” I yelled and shoved those unwilling to yield. I crouched down beside Anthony. He looked blue now.
“Please don’t die Pearce. My mom’s gonna kill me if this EpiPen doesn’t save you.” And without wasting a second I stabbed his thigh with the injection. It took a couple of seconds, but to me it felt like hours.
Finally, he breathed in.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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’
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
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
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
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
ANTHONY’S POVI knew following him was a big mistake the moment I stepped into the EL. It had an eeriness and coldness about it that had nothing to do with the desertion of the place and the weather.Gary’s eyes were unsmiling and his entire demeanour was unwelcoming, but when he asked to speak with me, I never imagined it would involve anything more than speaking.“I can’t believe you, Tony. I really didn’t think you were like the rest of them,” Gary said to me. His words confused me. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and I told him so.“One minute you’re giving googly eyes and the next you’re ignoring me and talking to someone else. You know, I didn’t want to believe it when I heard Blake say one time that you were a serial crusher, but I started to observe you and I noticed how you fell for every guy who so much as looked in your direction.”I blushed really hard in embarrassment. It was true that I crushed on almost everyone, but to be fair, it wasn’t like I wante
BLAKE’S POV “We are so not dressing up as waitresses to the dance just because a freshman said so.” Claire and I were in the abandoned pool house skipping class. She was previously at the library, but she said she got kicked out for unruly behaviour so she came to find me during History. Mr. Cornell was so worried when she told him that my mom had fallen in the bathroom and was in the ER that he let me go without even thinking twice. “I didn’t expect you guys to,” I said lowly. “Honestly, I don't even feel like going to the dance anymore.” Since my mother came back and dropped that bomb about divorcing my father, I haven’t been the same. I keep thinking back to how I was so much like my mother, leading someone on when I had absolutely no interest in them. At least my mom was brave enough to tell my dad she didn’t want to do that anymore, whereas I was picking out dress colours and matching corsages and even renting out limos for a school dance with the person I didn’t want to go wi
ANTHONY’S POV“She did what?” Claire screamed. I looked around the library where we were in, praying that we wouldn’t get nasty glares from people around us.“Not so loud, Claire. Jeez.”Claire and I had come to a sort of understanding, that understanding being that I didn’t hate her as much as I did before now that I knew she had zero interest in Blake and she wanted to make me her little project by every means necessary. She was obsessed with Blake and I getting together, and while it was nice having someone on my side for once, it didn’t quite sit right with me especially since Claire was loud and outgoing and blurted out whatever was on her mind, like what she did just now.“Your sister is a real bitch, do you know that?”I grinned, liking how mad she was on my behalf even though I knew Crystal had every right to behave the way she did. She was, after all, Blake’s girlfriend while I was the one trying to come between them. If I were her, I would have told my mother I was dating hi