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“Hey Clay. How you doin’?” asked Tony, sneaking up behind Clay at his locker.
“Jesus fuck! Tony!” Clay jumped back into Tony, giving Tony easy access. He wrapped his hands around Clay’s waist, making his hips flush with his own. “Tony...what the hell are you doing?” Clay turned his head shyly to look at Tony’s smirk. “Are you fucking drunk?” Clay finally realized the alcohol radiating off of him.
“I don’t know, maybe. Maybe un poquito.” Maybe a little.
“What’s wrong?” Clay turned around, Tony’s hands still on his waist, leaving a heat trail through his thin shirt.
“Ah, nothin’. Just, you know, Brad. He fucking thought it’d be a nice idea to cheat on me, in my own fucking house,” slurred Tony.
“Holy shit,” whispered Clay. He wrapped his arms around Tony and Tony gave in. He leaned into the embrace, sagging against Clay’s chest. “That doesn’t seem like Brad. Why would he do that?”
“‘Cause of you? Ya ni se, y me vale.” I don’t even know and I don’t care.
“‘Cause of me?”
“He was getting jealous of you. I spent all my time with you. Remember this weekend, you called me ‘cause you were gonna jump off the cliff? I left him there in my bedroom, and then I came back and found him in bed. And you know with who? Ryan! Of all people! Jesus!”
“Tony, I’m so sorry,” Clay began, but was cut off by Tony’s lips on his. “Tony! What are you doing!?” Clay looked around frantically, noticing that the bell for third period had gone off a few minutes ago.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He looked down to his feet, suddenly sober and suddenly depressed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry, you’re just drunk.”
But that kiss wasn’t a drunk decision, I’ve been planning it for who knows how long, Tony wanted to say, but he didn’t. “Will you walk me to class?” Tony said instead.
“Of course.” Clay leaned Tony on his shoulder and walked him towards Chemistry class. “Did you drive here?”
“My dad dropped me off in my car. He left it here.”
“Good. Hey, I’ll pick you up after class, okay? Wait for me outside of Friedman’s class and I’ll take you to lunch.”
“Okay,” sighed Tony.