All Chapters of The Clay Connection: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BLAKE’S POVI woke up to the sound of loud crashing around me. Startled, I reached out across me on the bed, hoping to get Anthony and wake him up so we could escape the collapsing building, but my hand was met with air. Panic struck me and it took me a second to realize that the building was in fact not collapsing, and another to see the note that was stuck to the pillow where Anthony previously laid.“Went to Anderson’s,” it read. “Couldn’t stand the noise. SYL.”Right then, I heard another loud crashing sound coming from downstairs. It really did sound like a demolition was going on somewhere. Quickly, I got out of bed and went downstairs. The sight that befell me was astonishing.“Oh, you’re awake. Good morning baby.”Stella Carson-Lindell was standing in the living room with the brightest smile on her beautiful face, a gigantic hole in our ceiling right above her so that I could see into the first floor, the wall right beside the front door missing like it was never there to begi

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

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

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

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’