All Chapters of The Clay Connection: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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 i

ANTHONY’S POV“And they are back together. On-again-off-again relationship, people!”Dante has been saying this particular thing about Blake and I for a while now and the only person that has had the slightest issue with it has been Luke. But no one really cared what Luke thought so it was ignored. But now that Dante said the same thing, I saw Blake visibly flinch at his comment. No one else noticed this which made me wonder if I had just imagined it.“Dante, stop being ridiculous and saying ridiculous things.” This comment was made by Blake, which confirmed what I saw.He’s been acting all weird ever since Claire caught us...in his room earlier this week. First, he didn’t want to sit beside me during lunch which he made conspicuous by placing his girlfriend (yeah, he invited her for lunch knowing that I’ll be there as well which has never actually happened before) right by his side (quite reasonable, really) and then placing Claire (that’s right! She made the cut for sitting at the t

ANTHONY’S POVI held my breath as I waited for Blake to say something. Taking his shirt and wearing it was a very intentional act I thought would make him feel something for some reason. Afterall, whenever Crystal wore his clothes, he always told her how cute she looked. Not to be petty or anything, but I was way cuter.“You...you climbed up my bedroom window?”Not the response I was waiting for, but it’ll do.“Yes,” I said smugly hoping that he wouldn’t look out his window to see the ladder I had propped against the wall. He eyed me for sometime, and a part of me thought that he was checking me out. His gaze seemed to hold a sort of longing for me – at least that’s how my delusional mind interpreted the look he gave me.“I didn’t think you had any upper body strength to carry out that kind of feat. Good for you Tony.” My sister may have stopped calling me ‘Tony’, but Blake took it upon himself to begin that journey and I was loving it with each passing day.He began to undress right