Todos los capítulos de The Clay Connection: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

BLAKE’S POV“You have got to be kidding me!” Tony spat. “I leave you alone for one second and you are already out there, frolicking with all the girls at NCH.”“Okay, now that’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” He did not like my choice of words. I was used to seeing Tony mad – I made him so for a really long time – but seeing him downright furious was something I was not used to. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets and his face was so red, I figured water would sizzle if I poured it on him.“Sweetie…”“Don’t ‘sweetie’ me you philandering piece of shit!”We were both taken aback by his outburst, him more than me though, but he managed to maintain his air of anger and fury at my actions. I realized all too soon that being all coy and cheeky will not get me out of this one.“Tony, I was wrong, okay? It’s my fault that you’re angry and I shouldn’t have done what I did.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.“You were supposed to be brainstorming your project with Anderson

BLAKE’S POVHis glare was starting to scare me.“Hey, I got us tickets to go see that snow fight on Friday.” I had to pry my eyes away from my scowling boyfriend to focus on Claire. She was sitting next to me today in the cafeteria, which was not weird but unusual since she sat next to Luke most of the time in order for her to tease him without any constraints. Today, however, Tony was the one who sat next to Luke which was an oddly satisfying but weird pairing. Dante hadn’t joined us yet. He was still trying to get some girl’s contact over by the tap.“You’re paying to watch people fight with snow?” Luke asked through a mouthful of lasagna. “Let’s go to the parking lot and I’ll bury you in it for free.”Usually, she’d respond with something snarky that would make him go mute for a long time, but today, she just pretended like he hadn’t even spoken. I don’t know if Luke noticed this or not, but he didn’t seem the least bothered by her silent treatment.“Hey, sweetie, you okay?” I coul

ANTHONY'S POVListening to him talk about his childhood kinda put into perspective why he was such a jerk and an asshole. But, just because a few people bullied him and taunted him for his parents’ choice in a partner didn’t give him the right to transfer his aggression to us. I felt bad for him, I know how cruel kids can be, but that didn’t mean I could accept his behavior.“I messed up, big time. My dads have tried ever since we moved here to spend more time with me, but I’ve been too mad at them and myself to do it. I really care about them. I love them so much, but I hated myself more so I couldn’t give them the chance to get close to me. I hardly invited Blake and Dante over just in case they’d run into them. I had just moved and it was really hard for me to fit in cause I was a recluse and people didn’t like recluse. But Blake, he made everything easier. He introduced me to Dante as his friend and I thought how that had never happened to me before. Then Blake found out that they

BLAKE’S POV“Please don’t tell me you guys are doing some kinky ass shit on my bed and it went horribly wrong.”“Luke, I’d really appreciate it if you don’t talk through the door right now,” I said as I inspected my boyfriend’s dick for any signs of damage. I couldn’t feel anything on my teeth, thankfully. It was just a graze.“I am so sorry about that Tony.”“Is it alright?” Tony asked. His face had gotten so red and he was shaking a little.“It’s as good as new, my love. Everything’s fine.” I dropped a kiss on him to prove my point and he sagged back down on the bed in relief.“Wanna tell me what the whole question thing concerning you and Claire was about?”“It’s just…I think Claire’s really pretty.” I raised my brow at him amused.“You do?” He nodded and sighed wistfully.“I mean, I don’t usually see girls as pretty. I know they are, but it’s hard for me to see pretty girls and know instantly that they are pretty. But with Claire, I noticed it right away, even though I didn’t want

ANTHONY’S POV“What?”I had never seen Blake look so frightened in my life. I could feel the onset of tears building up in my eyes and my heart ached as the weight of the words I spoke earlier settled on me. I won’t lie, I was terrified shitless. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I wished I could take them back. I didn’t mean it. Hell, if he decided to go on with what he said he wanted to do, I’d be the one to beg him to stay with me. But there was something called pride, and when you have been hurt like I was by the words he spoke, it didn’t matter that I responded in retaliation with vile words. Once those words were out there, there was no taking it back.That’s why, when he looked at me like his world was crumbling before him and I was the author of that destruction, and he asked me with a shaky voice what I had just said, because of the pride in me, and one’s inability to take back the words once they had been uttered, I swallowed the bile that had risen to my throat and