Enemies

Project

George: Hey I forgot to ask you but what's your address...?

Dickhead: Oh yeah right uh it's 1**39 forest drive 

George: Alright imma take a quick shower then I'll head over I guess...

Dickhead: mmmm you showering for me?

George: Can you just fuck off for once? I literally had gym last period and I feel disgusting. It's not for you.

Dickhead: Whatever you say Georgie (;

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 He just never lays off what the hell. He has such a weird way of showing hate. 

George slowly takes his shirt off as he looks in the mirror and see's a small bruise. "What the fuck is this from??" He pushes it aside as George slowly turns the shower on as he waits for it to heat up as thoughts run through his mind.

 What if he isn't "joking" no no of course he is. God he better be. I don't need no dickboy that I hate all over me.

 George slowly hops in the shower as he hears his phone let off a slight ding. "I swear to god if that's Clay..." ...it was

Dickhead: Guessing your in the shower so pic?"

George: What

Dickhead: Just wanna see what your face looks like while your showering.

George: Your such a creep.

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Dickhead: Okay that's just rude. No need to flick me off. I was just asking for a innocent pic of you jez.

George: Leave me alone. I'll be there in 30.

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 George slowly reaches for his towel as he gets out of the shower.  "Shit I'm supposed to be there in 5 minutes. Eh he can deal with himself. It's not like he wants to see me or anything."

 George throws on a plain light blue tee on and a pair of black skinny jeans. "This should do I guess."

 The drive to Clay's house was dreadful. He hasn't hung with the man since 1st grade, and anything he used to know about him sure went away.

 George slowly walks over to his door and he knock's two very painful and slow knocks. "Oh hello Georgie. Why don't you come in. My rooms down the hall. Last door on the left." George walks away to Clay's room without saying a word. "Why do we have to do this in your room. This feels weird." Clay ignores the question.

 George sits down on Clay's bed as he see's a computer set up. "Hey Clay what's this set up for?" Clay peaks his head through the door and see's him looking at his streaming set. "Oh um...I uh I stream on twitch. Minecraft to be exact." Clay say's looking a little embarrassed. "Hey Clay?" 

 "Yeah wassup"

"Remember when we were younger?"

"Do we really have to go all deep here? I really hate being here with you. Let's just do some of the project so you can get the fuck out. Please."