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A / n: Yay! 53 reviews and only 10 chapters? That's fantastic, thanks so much you guys! I know I said this before but I really can't believe there's this many reviews at only 10 chapters into the story, wow. To show my gratitude, here's another chapter for you guys. :)

Cast In Stone

Chapter Eleven

No matter how much Clawd tried he just couldn't shake the thoughts of Jackson lying in that hospital bed out of his mind. Now being in the midst of casketball practice, it was certainly costing him his focus. "Yo Clawd!" a teammate called out to him.

Clawd hadn't been paying attention at all in the slightest until he felt the casketball hit him square in the face, making contact with his very sensitive nose. Grasping it and cursing obscenities under his breath, he took the ball and whipped it – the sound of it popping against the wall scared the living daylights out of his teammates.

Without verbal explanation he hurried over to his bag, made sure he had everything and just stormed out of the gymnasium. He honestly wasn't quite sure how he'd explain himself the next time he showed his face at school on Monday, but that wasn't his concern right now. He had much more important matters within the depths of his thoughts.

He raced down the necessary hallway and made it to his locker without being seen by anyone. Quickly gathering all the books he'd need to complete all the homework he was assigned, he shoved them into his school bag and maneuvered as quickly as possible to the doors of the school. For the first time in a long time, it felt wonderful to leave.

The team captain of the Casketball team just had a hissy fit! He left abruptly in a scary mean mood. Guess he's not that great a leader and team player after all? Boo, just when I thought he couldn't get cuter, he takes a dramatic drop. Try getting a ghoulfriend with that attitude, Wolf! (No wonder Miss de Nile dumped him)

Deuce narrowed his eyes at his iCoffin. What could it be buzzing about now? As he gently lifted his sunglasses to scan the text, he slid them back up on his nose and rolled his eyes. This blog really did victimize everyone and anyone.

He doubted that he himself could even pee without it being blogged and the entire school knowing about it.

Even though it was peculiar how Clawd left practice, he surely had a reason to do so. And so what if he didn't want to share the reason loud and proud with the entire school? He shouldn't have to. Nor should he have to worry about it being spread all over the school either.

He then shifted his gaze to the brand new iCoffin that he'd just bought. It was so new that no one else in the school had it yet, this was the next generation iCoffin and Deuce didn't buy it for himself.

No way, he was totally happy with his iCoffin and completely knew how to run it now. This was a present for someone else. It wasn't for Cleo either. This new phone was for Jackson Jekyll.

Frankie had given him this brainwave when she confirmed that the old broken phone was Jackson's. So Deuce had gotten something Jackson needed so he couldn't possibly refuse it – or so he thought anyway.

He was now on his way over to Clawd's house; he wanted to see if he could get the phone to Jackson somehow. He thought it'd be much better than Deuce doing it, since when he'd asked to hang out; Jackson seemed completely unenthused to do so. Perhaps Clawd would have a better chance?

Not only that, but Deuce had no idea where Jackson lived; otherwise he'd give the gift to him directly. His mind began to wander thinking about what kind of family Jackson had.

The Jekyll's. Biologically, he had to have a mother and father. But did they all live together? Did he only live with his dad, while his mom had visitations? Or did he live with his mother and his father left them? Did Jackson have any siblings? He did recently learn that Heath was Jackson's cousin.

He didn't know much more about Jackson, but he wanted to know a lot more. He did have another approach to gain that opportunity, considering Jackson totally shot down the first approach in doing so.

Deuce finally reached the Wolf's residence and knocked on the door, still boxed iCoffin in his hands. As soon as he began to second guess his sanity, the front door opened. He chuckled when he'd seen Clawdeen – her hair all in curlers and wax strips all up her legs, she'd apparently put off ripping them to answer the door. "Hey Clawdeen, hot date tonight?" He inquired coolly.

Clawdeen giggled, "Man, I wish! Then I'd have a reason for this self – torture. What's up Deuce?"

He had to admit he loved her confidence. She was in mid – preparation to look good and here he was at her front door, she wasn't the least bit phased. "Nothing much, is Clawd home?"

She looked into the home and then back at Deuce. "Yeah, but I'd advise you to make it quick. Not only is mom making his favorite for dinner tonight, I think he's in some kinda funk. He won't say anything about it though, so good luck."

Before Deuce could thank Clawdeen for the information, she disappeared from the door and Clawd soon took her place, stepping outside and shutting the door behind him. "Oh hey, that's the new iCoffin. You have a change of heart with Cleo?"

Deuce shook his head, "No, no. It's not that. This is… well I have a huge favor to ask you. It's about Jackson."

Clawd's heart began to race wildly. What would he have to tell Deuce? Should he say anything? No, he shouldn't! But… should he? "Oh?" At this point, he tried to continue using one word answers so he wouldn't come off as uncomfortable.

"Yeah, see his old phone got totaled in the hallway and Frankie told me it was his and… I wanted to get him a new one. So, I figured no one besides him deserves the hot new thing, so yeah. Do you think you could give it to him for me? Don't tell him it's from me, just say… it's a gift."

Clawd took the new phone and gave a nod, but lingered to observe Deuce. Was he… blushing? He definitely was! 'Deuce, do you have a crush? On Jackson?' He bit his bottom lip, he didn't want to embarrass his good friend, especially if he had just jumped carelessly to conclusions. "Yeah, sure. Will do."

Deuce gave a nod, "Awesome, okay thanks. Text me if you want." He waved before leaving the Wolf residence.

Clawd just stood there, giving his head a shake. "What a crazy damn day."

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