Clony One-Shots?

Rumors (SMUT)

A/N Well this is my first time writing smut so you know what that means... It's gonna suck and judging by the songs I'm listening too... It's gonna be pretty rough ;) if you don't like this just don't read okay? Okay...

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Rumors.

   You've all heard them right? Either it was about you or someone else, it's the way it goes and will forever be. But... As someone has said before, "You can't know rumors." Well let me add to that, "You can't know rumors unless you see prove them." Now that's something people forget to do in this damn school. It's like the rumor Clay had when he was young. Him being gay, even if it was true, well half true in his case, everyone believed it. It went away as the years went by, thank god, but I bet if you ask anyone from Liberty High about it. They'll know.

   Well, since drama has been on a down low lately, something was bound to come up along with the "Bad Boy." of the school. Tony Padilla, now there's another thing everyone knows about if you ask. Well let's just put this in a short way, or at least the way the some freshman girls said as they were gossiping right beside Clay locker.

Blonde girl #1: Have you heard about Tony?

That one girl in Math class who always talks to loud: How could I not!!! I know every thing about that boy, and I definitely expected this.

Blonde girl #2: Wait, what are you guys talking about?

Math girl: Well, apparently Ashley said he likes to be rough in bed, if you know what I mean. We even asked Ryan about this and he just smiled and walked away!! So it has to be true.

Blonde girl #2: No way, Ashley isn't even dating him let alone has a chance of getting with him. How can you be so sure this is true.

Math chick: Well she told me all she did was just bite her lip and he just went for it. And what do you mean! Of course it's true, right Tiffany?

Blonde girl #1 (Tiffany?): Well there's only one way to find out, you going to Jessica Davis party tonight? Heard he's going to be there.

   "Well it looks like I am now." Clay said in his head as if the question was for him. He slammed this locker closed and walked to class, having a mental war with himself to actually believe it or not and if he should go. Who was he kidding, whenever he gets his mind on something, he has to find out no matter what if it's true or not. This is going to be an interesting night...

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   Clay looks at himself in the mirror one more time, finally deciding to leave it untucked after tucking it in and out for the last 30 minutes. He cupped his hand around his mouth and breathed in and out, checking if he had bad breath. After sorting everything, which included another 5 minutes checking out himself in the mirror, brushing his teeth and put only "little" bit of colonge. He ran down the stairs and thankful didn't run into his mom. "I'm going to party, love ya!" He shouted before leaving the house and taking his bike to Jessica's.

   People were already overflowing in and out of her house, cars with parked up and down the street but there was only one that caught his eye. The infamous Red Mustang, the car that fitted with it's owner in all ways possible, especially in the looks category. He was too distracted to even put his bike some where safe. He just dumped it along with some of his fucks on the side of the road and headed inside to begin his hunt for a certain boy toy.

   Clay almost gave up after the first couple of minutes. He did get stopped occasionally by Hannah and Jeff a couple times but they didn't really say anything important, if they did he was too zoned out. He slammed down his third beer down on the kitchen counter and grabbed another that was there. He was pretty sure it was someone else's but who cares, as long as it was unopened he was fine with it. Quickly turning around, as he opened up the can he bummed into someone. Although he stopped in his tracks as he seen him, Tony, in front of him, the only thing that was really getting to him - well on him is the beer that is spraying every where. Here's a tip, never take a random drink, you never know if someone shook it up or not. He mentally cursed his existence, he looked down at Tony shirt and leather jacket that was covered in beer.