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Summary:
M-Slash! Deuce Gorgon is heartbroken when he finds out his long time ghoulfriend Cleo de Nile has cheated on him. Without the foundation of trust they have nothing... so he ends their relationship. He's been tied down in one for so long he doesn't know how to be single. Who can he possibly trust not to shatter his heart for good this time? Rated T.

Warning(s):
Explicit language, break ups, sexual content.

Genre(s):
Romance, Drama, Family, Hurt/Comfort and Friendship

Pairing(s):
Clawd Wolf x Deuce Gorgon

Rating:
T, may increase.

Author's Note: Howdy everyone! Written-Anonymously and I have been working on this gem for quite awhile actually. It caught our interest one night and we just worked on it and the more we did, the harder in love with it we felt! I truly hope that anyone who checks this out enjoys it as much as we do. Also! I'd like to say that I made my own version of the Wolf parents awhile back and my co-writer and I just adore them so we kept them. I hope you will also come to like them too! :) Without further ado, here we go!

He parked near the gym in his normal spot, Deuce drummed his thumbs against the steering wheel. He thought carefully about how he wanted proceed with this conversation. "How was that family thing?" he bluntly asked.

Looking like a dear caught in headlights, Cleo took a few moments to figure out what the other was talking about. Oh yeah! She told her boyfriend they had to cancel their date because of a family event she forgot about. "It was whatever." She said quickly, checking her reflection in the mirror.

"Interesting." Was all the gorgon said, side-eyeing the ghoul who he was supposed to be madly in love with.

"What's your problem?" The Egyptian princess questioned, wondering what the other wanted her to say. He knew she didn't like talking about her family affairs, why was he prying all of the sudden?

He shrugged it off. "Oh nothing wrong with me. I'm just trying to make conversation." He snapped, then trying to regain his cool. The first game of the season was only about an hour away and here he was fighting with his ghoulfriend. This was the last thing he needed.

He grabbed his phone as he noticed a new message from Heath. He was most likely trying to figure out where he was. A small chuckle escaped as he replied and tucked the phone back in his pocket. "We'd better go." It was all he said, making sure he had everything before climbing out of his vehicle.

"Deuce, don't I get a kiss?" She said climbing out as well, feeling annoyed. "Deuce!" She shouted after the other, trying to get him to walk with her. They never walked separately, ever.

"I'll see you after the game Cleo." He told her coldly, hitting the button on the remote starter in his hand to lock his car as he continued out his way towards the school. He pulled out his phone once more and opened the social media app, feeling his heart break again. Right there on the screen, was the ghoul who supposedly loved him kissing another and she wouldn't even admit it.

He turned his iCoffin on idle, locking the phone. Now wasn't the time to feel sorry for himself, it was time to have fun and win the first game of the season. His personal problems would have to wait for when the team didn't need him.

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The gymnasium of Monster High was full of student bodies. Big, small, dismembered, all limbs in-tact… this wasn't an occasion to miss! Holt Hyde was mastering the DJ booth in the corner, slightly behind the bleachers. The music was catchy, had a good beat and was easy to dance to. The fearleaders were stretching and warming up on the sidelines, the casketball teams were anxiously waiting to get the game going.

The rival team tonight was one that was no stranger to competition on these grounds. Granite City and Monster High were one another's top competitors no matter what sport they played. Casketball was always the biggest deal though.

Mr. Where leaned up against the wall, beside the excited Coach Igor. "The boys were fierce in practice last week!" He praised them up and down. He honestly wasn't sure what he'd do when the team's co-captains, Clawd Wolf and Deuce Gorgon graduate and leave the team. "They got this in the bag!"

"What's in the bag?" Where scanned the court and the excitement bustling from the crowd on all sets of bleachers.

"The win of course!" Igor told the dramatic arts teacher, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

"But of course." Mr. Where thought about how simple the jock-types were. The least complicated of all males. They ate, unlived and breathed sports. It was almost on their minds more than conquests or romantic relations. He dated one back in his younger years. The boy looked good sure but he knew it too. Spent more time looking at his reflection in the mirror instead of wooing his boyfriend.

"Freaky fine ladies and ghastly gentledudes!" Holt's voice boomed via microphone as he twirled effortlessly and struck a pose. "It's my pleasure to MC the first official casketball game of the SEASON, YEAAHH!" The applause was enormous. "It's our very own Monster High casketball team against our favorite rivals, Granite City's nitty, gritty team! Who will win? Who will fall? How about we get it on and play some ball?!"

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Almost every pass Clawd made to Deuce, the gorgon missed. It was obvious that something was up, they were in such tip-top shape at last night's practice… something must have happened that had his mind preoccupied.

The whistle blew and it signified the end of the second quarter. Now it was half time which the fearleaders did their thing and got the school spirit up again… despite the score not cooperating. Monster High was currently losing to Granite City.

Cleo de Nile and the fellow fearleaders had to pass the team on their way to the center of the floor. "Pretty hard to cheer you on when you're losing..." she taunted in a sing-song voice, sending a glare in Deuce's direction, knowing that he heard her. There was no way he couldn't have.

Clawd raised an eyebrow as he squirted water into his mouth, swallowing and savoring the icy cold liquid. It felt so good on his throat. "Who tilted her tiara?" He asked, taking a seat beside Deuce, his heart pounding at the excellent work out they just had the first two quarters of their game.

Looking up at the score board, he knew there was a chance they could come back from this. It would be tough but possible. "Who really cares? She's the least of my worries right now." It was all he could bring himself to say as he opened and closed his water bottle. Even though he had told himself he wouldn't let Cleo get under his skin, it was happening very easily.

"I think you do," Clawd stated briefly, his words similar to pulling off a stubborn, stuck-on bandage. "but I appreciate the captain attitude." He gave his co-captain a small smile. "Whatever it is, I'm here if you wanna talk. But we have fifteen minutes to get ready to kick some gargoyle tail."

Clawd always did have the best pep-talks. Short, sweet yet to the point. His eyes shifted to the ghouls on the fearleading squad, their moves became gradually more seductive as they gained confidence. He watched Draculaura roll her hips and shake her little butt, if only she moved like that for him behind closed doors.

"Thanks Clawd, for now let's just win this thing." Deuce said tossing his water bottle onto his gym bag. Man he couldn't wait for tonight to be over, just seeing his ghoulfriend out on the court made his blood boil knowing she wasn't just showing off for him.

It wasn't until Holt played the last of his obnoxious music that the crowd began to settle down. Cleo blew a kiss to someone in the crowd that wasn't Deuce. He tried to connect an invisible line to whom it might've been but he was unable to do so.

They headed back out to the court to try and redeem themselves.

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It was down to the last minute and a half of the final quarter. The game could go either way as there was only a 3 point difference between the scores. The tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife. The only sounds that could be heard were the squeaking of sneakers on the gymnasium floor, everyone in the crowd were watching with baited breath.

"Deuce!" Clawd called out, trying to warn him of the incoming brute headed his way as Deuce caught the casketball flawlessly.

He stood still for a moment, almost forgetting what to do, when his sunglasses were taken from his face.

Crunch.

Rocco opened his fist and Deuce's sunglasses were in multiple pieces. Deuce glared at him, though it was no use. He couldn't turn a gargoyle to stone despite how badly he wanted to.

Once Deuce shifted his gaze, all havoc broke loose. He turned multiple team members, a few fearleaders and a bunch of the audience to stone. Heath Burns managed to avoid all of the stares shot in his direction as he approached Deuce, who was now immobilized in fear. "It's me, it's just me… it's alright."

The gorgon wanted to look at him but knew what it would result in.

"What a time to get stoned guys, am I right?" He chuckled to himself, but rubbed Deuce's shoulder in a comforting manner. "Follow me, guy's locker room."

"What the hell was that?!" Clawd Wolf approached the referee. "Rocco immobilized Deuce, that was a dirty shot!"

Hearing the wolf take on the referee, Deuce let himself be led towards the locker room. "How bad is it out there?" Deuce questioned the fire elemental once they were behind closed doors, slowly feeling his way around. Hoping right now he could find a dark corner to hide in.

"Well, they'll all return to normal in a few hours. No big deal, it's Friday night. Not like we have to be back here at school tomorrow." Heath shrugged. "How are you, though?" He asked once they were safely inside. Deuce sat on a bench between the rows of lockers. Heath sat the opposite way, trying not to tempt himself to make eye contact with the gorgon.

"Little embarrassed, I should've been paying more attention." Deuce stated as he watched a crack on the ground. "I mean, as a captain I shouldn't let my personal problems get in the way." Just outside the door he could hear a few monsters laughing at the scene that occurred.

Heath shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it man, I mean… Rocco's an asshole and he never should've made a grab for your sunglasses. What if they were prescription glasses like Jackson's? He would've done the same thing to him, if he were on the casketball team I bet. He just saw a chance to catch you off guard and took it. I wouldn't dwell on it. No one will remember it come this time next week."

Heath's advice and words were oddly calming, but Deuce had a feeling that no one would forget this. He certainly wouldn't… not for a long time.

The doors slammed open and the angry group of casketball players came in. Slo-Mo uttered some very offensive words in Zombie. He asked Deuce how he was doing after being violated in such a way, without making eye-contact of course. "He's such a prick, if I could move my fists fast enough I'd crack that fuckin' face of his! Are you alright, Deuce?"

Clawd made his way into the locker room with a pair of white, designer feminine sunglasses. "This was the best I could do." He handed them to Deuce, who reluctantly put them on. "Clawdeen ran to her locker and found a spare pair."

"No worries, tell her thanks." The young gorgon sat there still glaring at the tiny crack in the ground. "What the ref say?" Deuce questioned the wolf, still not bothering looking up having a feeling he already knew the answer.

"That Granite City won by default." Clawd heaved a sigh but shrugged his shoulders as Slo-Mo went off again. The profanities from the angry zombie were something else tonight. "Don't worry about it Deuce, we have all season to kick their asses."

Heath let out a sigh, he knew that Deuce was beating himself up internally. He didn't have to say anything… they all knew he was. Deuce was his own biggest critic.

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Clawdeen bit down on her lip nervously, she waited for Clawd at the minivan with the remainder of her siblings. The twins Howldon, Howlmilton, Howleen and the youngest pup of the Wolf clan, Clawnor. He looked up to his big brother Clawd with adoration in his eyes. She wondered if Deuce would rock those designer shades better than she ever did.

"Ready to go?!" Draculaura skipped towards the minivan and Clawnor rolled his eyes.

"We are, but not with you." He told her, reaching for his portable gaming console. Clawnor was almost never seen without it. Well, except at the dinner table. No electronics were ever allowed at the dinner table in the Wolf residence. That was exclusive time for the family to catch up with one another.

"W-what?" The vegan vampire froze in place. "Not with me?"

Clawdeen rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "Listen… Lala, I think Clawd was hoping for a guy night. In case you didn't notice, it was a bit of a rough game for Deuce tonight..."

She had only noticed that the game was stopped early and that there were a couple stone statues on the casketball court but she didn't think anything of it. "Hmm, didn't really notice. Well, I can just hang out with you then."

"You've been hanging out with her and Clawd all week. Can you just go home?" Clawnor glanced up at his game long enough to make stern eye contact with her. Who knew a 10 year old could be so mean?

She was about to make a snappy comeback when she heard the guys headed towards the minivan. "Clawd! Time to go home?"

Clawd looked at Draculaura and then at the guys in tow, Deuce, Heath and Jackson, whom was nursing a terrible headache thanks to his loud alter ego. "Listen, I was gonna have the guys over tonight. We need a night to catch up… you head on home. I'll text you." He didn't really have intentions of doing so but he told her what she wanted to hear as they got into the van quickly. "Deuce, bring the car to my place, we can park it in the garage."

Draculaura wore a look of defeat. "O-okay, bye… I guess."

Clawd tossed his bag into the bag, his siblings making comments on what could possibly stink worse than his gym bag, and he shut the door of the trunk. He got into driver's side as his friends and family piled in. Once everyone was buckled in safely, he waved at Deuce and honked playfully before driving out of the parking lot.

Deuce was about to get into his vehicle when he saw Cleo put her hand on the door handle of the passenger side. He purposely locked it on her with a press of the button on his remote starter. She had been giggling before she realized the door was locked.

She frowned, trying the handle again.

"Going somewhere Cleo?" The gorgon hissed at the mummy as she walked towards his car.

"Umm.. well aren't you driving me home?" She questioned the other, crossing her arms over her chest.

He leaned against the side of his car, trying to find the words for what he wanted to say. "How about you tell me what you really did when you canceled our date?" He said playing with his keys.

"Nothing, I had a family thing." She couldn't understand why they were going over this again.

"Interesting." It was all he said before he unlocked the door and climbed inside. He couldn't believe she continued to lie to his face. Part of him didn't want to believe the picture, but it was so hard when it was there in full color.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She demanded an answer, staying in front of the car in an immature attempt to prevent it from leaving.

"You know very well what I mean. How long Cleo?" He inquired.

"I don't know what has gotten into you Deuce, but-"

"What's gotten into me? I'm asking who has gotten into you!" He shouted slamming his hand against the wheel of the car. "How long have you been sneaking around behind my back and playing me, Cleo?"

The ghoul stood there speechless, not even trying to pretend that she didn't know what the other was talking about. It was like catching a toddler with their hand in the cookie jar - for once the princess had nothing to say. In that moment Deuce turned the car on and threw it into gear, he needed to get away before he did something he really regretted.

Her silence gave him exactly the answer he needed. Cleo watched the familiar vehicle drive hastily out of the parking lot.