BLAKE’S POV
Anthony didn’t show up for lunch, neither did he show up to pottery class after lunch. I had a feeling a certain overrated member of the NCH basketball team had something to do with it. I was going to say something to him about skipping class to hang out with a boy who was most likely only spending that much time with him because of his vendetta against me, but he never showed up to the fixed pottery session Anderson and I planned for our assignment after school. We had less than ten days to get it all ready but we still hadn’t gotten passed molding the chess pieces.
“He’s not answering,” Anderson said with a solemn look on his face. I have known Anthony for all his life and there was absolutely nothing he put before pottery. He loved playing with clay so much that he skipped
