Lean On You (DNF) Book 2

Dream Boy

When the final bell rang out, George felt a release as his shoulder's relaxed and his breathing steadied. Even if he liked working and studying, didn't mean it didn't stress him out. George sat in his normal spot, staring down at the professor. George watched as his classmates mingled as they gathered their belongings and exited the room. He usually waited until the traffic of the classroom cleared before he made any move of his own.

After the majority of his classmates had dispersed into the crowded hallways, George made his way down the stairs to the level of floor his professor was one. His professor was a taller man, with dirt blonde hair and thick sideburns hugging the side of his face. 

"Mr. Beam?" George coughed out, announcing his presence. 

"Oh George, 'allo" Mr. Beam smiled. Lannan Beam was an Australian man with a heavy accent lacing his words. "Wot can i help ya with?" 

"I was wondering if there was any extra credit i could do?" George said hopefully. He rose himself up on the balls of his feet and lowered himself back down, he repeated this action several times. 

A twisted look of confusion plastered on Mr. Beam's fairly aged face. He held up one finger, telling George to give him a moment. Mr. Beam then proceeded to start looking through his desk. He pulled out a piece of paper and examined it. "George," he began with a sigh, "you have the highest grades, why on Earth do you need extra credit?" He asked. 

"Well..." George nervously tugged at the cuffs of his sweater. "I just want to stay ahead, so i dont have to worry ever about failing." He explained.

Scoffing, Mr. Beam shook his head. "You are aware there is this thing called 'over-working', correct?" He snickered. 

"I-I, yes... i know..." George knew that all too well. But he would forever be stuck in the mindset of work before play. Even though he was long since grown from his fragile mental state from way back when, he was still insecure about himself and his work.

"I can look into some extra credit for you, George." Professor Beam gave a gentle and understanding smile. "But it is the weekend after all, go out and get drunk... or whatever you collage boys do..." He gave a sarcastic nod.

George's stomach turned at the mention of alcohol, his first and last experience with liquor was one he wanted to forgot. "Of course... see you Monday then." George gave a grateful nod before walking out of the room. 

George was excited class was over though, which was a rare emotion for the work-acholic, Clay was coming today. And Eliza too, i suppose, but mostly Clay. George hugged his notebooks and binder to his chest, a soft smile permentcally stretching his lips. His gaze was locked onto the floor was a he walked, he counted the steps as he walked. 

He had no idea when the two of his visitors would arrive, so he was just playing the waiting game. He bounded out the grand doors out into the main courtyard of the campus. It was a chilly winter afternoon, even this late into the day, there was still a thick frost clinging to almost everything. He pulled out his phone and checked the weather. Snowfall would be expected. 

There was a light skip in his step as he wondered down the crowded campus. He was so happy and excited, he didn't even notice the fiery redhead in front of him. 

"Stop it Founders." She hissed. "Don't walk into me... again!" She sneered. 

"Hello Lava." George looked up from his daydream, staring daggers at his sorta of enemy. 

"I told you it was Magma." 

"And i still don't care." George rolled his eyes. "Why are you bothering me?" He asked, checking the time on his watch.

"Why? Got somewhere to be?" She asked as she began to dig through her backpack, in search of something. 

George watched her for a second. "Yes, my boyfriend and sister are coming." He beamed proudly. 

"Oh wow, you have time for a relationship? Thought you were married to the grind."

George cringed. "Do you, by any chance, know a boy named Tommy?"

Magma looked up with a questioning gaze. "Who?" She shook off her question and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to George. "Our last quiz from Professor Noxite's class. I scoured higher than you, again." 

Impossible. George snatched the paper from her hands and stared at it. "Seriously?" His heart sank. He studied for hours on that damned test, and she still beat him? The looked of disappointment on George's face was all the satisfaction Magma needed. 

"See Georgie Worgie, no matter how hard you work, you will never be good enough." She snickered, grabbing the paper back. "Oh, don't let me distract you from your lover." Magma tossed the hair from her face and pushed back George, knocking him in the shoulder in the process. 

By now, a deep cloud of gray had crawled across the sky. With his omen of bad weather, the people remaining in the courtyard had rushed to find shelter. George didn't move however. His feet where seemingly glued to the floor as he stared. Maybe she was right... maybe he would never be enough. 

A small trickle of snow began to fall from the sky. The flurry of snow swirled around George as he stood alone. It drifted on the breeze without a care in the world, without knowledge of what it had done to George only a year ago, and without knowing what it would do to him in a few hours. 

Growing cold and uncomfortable, George decided to walked to his dorm and wait for Clay and Eliza there. The route was a lot faster now since the traffic had cleared with the snow. He made it to his building and counted the forty-five steps to his floor. Once George had made it to his door, he noticed it was left unlocked. 

"That's strange..." George muttered to himself as he pushed it open. Sam and George were both fairly good at locking the door. 

On the other side of the wooden door, stood a familiar face, well actually three. 

Clay was standing in the kitchen area talking to Sam, Eliza was sitting on George's bed on her phone. When George had entered the room, all talking ceased. They where here. Finally, after months of being apart, they were actually here. 

"George!" Eliza damn near screeched as he booked it to George. Eliza ran down the length of the dorm room and crashed into George, pulling him into the tightest hug he had ever received. For being such a small girl, damn was she stronk. 

"Lizard." George smiled, leaning down to hug her as well. Clay stood back, letting the siblings embrace.

After Eliza backed away, George was immediately swept up into another, equally as tight, hug. Clay slithered his arms around George's waist, pulling his body close. George in turn wrapped his arms over Clay's shoulders and buried his face in the crook of Clay's neck. He smelled good, and he was so warm. 

"Hey-" Clay tried to greet his boyfriend, but he was rudely interrupted with George pulling him down into a kiss. 

"I missed you..."