Toxic Affection | Manthony | Complete

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Christian pov

I sat at the end of Clinton's bed as he jotted down some notes I took in his manly features, the masculinity was a big turn on since I lacked a lot of it. "Hello dude, where's your head?" Clint knocked me out of my fantasy's as I shook my head yes. "Maybe we should take a break." He spoke as he closed his note book.

"What was you and Mitchel actually talking about? If he was threatening you please don't hesitate to tell me." The way he cared made me feel loved and safe another thing I lacked. "Seriously man I wanted to know what smoking was like, but he turned me down." I said with a shoulder shrug I was a horrible lier and he knew I was Lying but he brushed it off. "Aye losers I made dinner if you want some." Mitchel flung open Clint's door making me jump a little. "You probably poisoned it, well pass." Clinton went back to organizing his bag. "I'm actually starving." I spoke up as Clinton gave me glare then pointed to his door. I trailed down the stairs as Mitchel put the spoon down. "Help yourself." He spoke bluntly after leaving the kitchen. I grabbed a plate and put mash potatoes and a pork chop on it and grabbed the ketchup. "Wait man have you ever had pork chops with ranch?" Mitchel handed me the ranch. "I'm not much of a ranch person." I mumbled as he raised his eyebrows. "Just try it." He laughed witch sent chills down my spine, his and Clinton's laugh was so similar. I put a little ranch on my plate and headed upstairs. "You'll thank me later." Mitchel yelled upstairs to me as I let out a little laugh.

Mitchels pov

"Uh Clinton told me to wake you up." The blond boy tapped me on the shoulder as I threw a pillow at him. "I'm sorry." He mumbled as I groaned. "It's whatever." I said in my groggy morning voice. I stretched and rubbed my eyes. I put on a usual black jeans and a oversized orange shirt I headed down stairs where I spotted pats car in the driveway. "I'm leaving losers." I yelled and grabbed my bag. "Hey." Pat greeted me as he pulled out of the driveway. "So where's the chick?" I questioned as I tied my vans. "Ah that was a one night thing." He stated as I nodded. "So get this, Clinton's Gay." I said bluntly as he practically slammed on his breaks. "Like your brother, Clint?" He said as we pulled up to the school.

"Yah this blond boy he hangs out with him is like in love with him." Pat rolled his eyes. "So Clint's not gay Christian is." He stated as I shrugged. "I don't care which one is, I can not be brothers with a fag." I rubbed my temples as I felt a headache already coming on. "So what you gonna do about it?" Pat questioned as I shrugged. "Uh I dunno but I'll figure something out." I stated as the tarty bell rang and we headed in opposite directions. "Aye Christian did you like the ranch?" I laughed a little . "It was okay, I prefer ketchup though." He didn't take his eyes off the board. "You're lying." I crossed my arms as he didn't respond. I rolled my eyes and pushed on his shoulder. "Would you leave me alone." He hissed as my eyes widened. "Someone woke up in a bed without Clint." I laughed as he flared his nostrils at me. "Okay okay I'll stop probably but probably not." I laughed a little louder than meant too.

"Mitchel do you want to tell the class what's so funny about Shakespeare?" I shook my head no and sunk into my chair.
The bell finally rang as I headed to the gym. "Aye dude, I have a idea." I jogged up to reach Pat which was walking with Jesse. "Beat it." I spat at jess but he didn't move. I rolled my eyes as we walked ahead of him. "Clint can't fall in love with Christian If he's never around him." I said with a devilish smile. "One problem they are like the same person there always together." Pat pointed up at the bleachers at Jesse, Clint and Kras. I didn't respond I just jogged up the bleachers.
"Come play basketball ball with me" I spoke as all three of their heads snapped up at me. "Leave us alone, Mitty." Clinton hissed. "I was talking to Christian." I rolled my eyes as a look of fear washed over Christians already pale face. "I'm okay." He mumbled as I could see the anger building in Clinton's face. I grabbed Christians wrist.

Christian pov

I looked over at Clinton as Mitchel commanded me to play basketball with him. "Let him go." Clinton stood up as he grabbed my wrist i followed Mitchels lead because I was too scared to say let me go. "Here." He handed me a basketball as I stood at the half way point. "If He makes this He stays on the court with me if he misses he can go back to studying." Mitchel made Clinton a deal as he nodded I knew this wouldn't end well, because Iv never missed a shot since middle school. I threw it as it hit nothing but net." I dropped my shoulder I turned around to see the Cave brothers with the same look on there face, disbelief and amazement.

Clint walked back up to the bleachers as Mitchel smiled at me. "Wanna play a pick up game of one on one?" I shrugged as he passed me the ball.

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