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Continued from ask
This was where the infuriating part now reared its head and green hues darkened slightly at the blond. A glare he was sure… their mother would have been proud of if she had seen it.
“I’m not making eyes at him, or stringing him along. He’s my best friend,” he answered back, tensely with his hands stiff at his sides.
“You know, someone to confide in, talk to.” That had been a jab at the blond, who had basically avoided him like he was suddenly diseased or something. If only because of the way Jace was looking down at him now. Clay didn’t know why the other male elicited such strong responses from him. Anytime they were near each other it was like his heart leapt suddenly.
“Best friend. Sure.”, Jace scoffed with a sneer. “Does he know that? Because right now, he’s trying to get in your pants.”
He knew that he wasn’t being fair, even without needing to be told. It was cruel. But at the same time it was somehow freeing, as if by hurting Clark, he could distribute something of the pain in his chest. Make it less by sharing it.
Guilt and fear was warring in his chest and gripping his heart like a vice. Anger and cruelty felt easy to come by. “But I guess talking can be a euphemism.”
