All Chapters of The Clay Connection: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

ANTHONY’S POVIt was way passed my curfew and usually I’d be freaking out by now, but I just had the second-best night of my life out with Michael and no amount of yelling from my mother was going to ruin it or make me regret staying out this late.The last stop on our fabulous date was a fountain and Michael thought it would be fun if we entertained the sparkling water with all its beautiful and glorious coloured lights. Now, I was soaking wet and dripping all over my parents’ front porch, but it was worth it.“Glad to know you still remember where you lived.” I froze at the sound of my father’s voice, the deepness and iciness of it sending a chill down my spine. I was expecting to see my mom in her robe, looking all worried and getting ready to berate me for making her blood pressure rise. I was not prepared to face Kyle Pearce in all his silent fury. “For a moment I thought you had lost your way home. That would explain why you were coming home late, right?”Personally, I thought I

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

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

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