(rewriting) Paper Planes // dreamnotfound

7- the party

~ george's pov ~

The game ended sooner than I expected it to. We won, which I'm not too surprised of. Karl told me they went undefeated last year.

"Woohoo!" Alex yelled, smacking everyone's hands around him in the audience. "Party at my place!"

I feel a pit in my stomach as I remember the party. I don't like parties very much, they aren't very fun for me, but I promised Clay I would go. I don't want to disappoint one of my only friends.

"Hey, you're still coming to my party right?" Alex said, hitting my shoulder with his as I stand up.

"Yeah, I'll be there," I said, smiling nervously. This will be the first high school party I've been to. In England we don't have parties unless you're rich and part of someone's inner circle. Most of them include drugs and alcohol, though, which I haven't tried much of.

I make eye contact with Clay from across the field. Everyone is surrounding and congratulating him. I'm happy for him, although I wish I could talk to him right now. Karl and Alex are overwhelming sometimes. I like them, though, and I'm glad they're my friends. Bad seems nice as well, but he argues with Alex a lot and likes to yell 'language.'

I remember Clay telling me he would drive me to the party today, so I patiently wait by the gates of the field as people leave. I wonder where he is and I start to feel as if he ditched me.

He doesn't like you, you're just bothering him. You shouldn't make him do all these things for you.

The voices in my head seem to scream at me as I wait for him and I get nervous. Am I just a nuisance? Does Clay really want me at the party?

"Hey there," I feel a hand on my shoulder, it's Clay. "You okay?"

I look up at the tall boy as he looks down at me with concern. "I'm fine."

"Alright, we should head to the party now. Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to take my gear off and freshen up in the locker room. Then my coach caught me and started a whole spiel about how amazing the game was," Clay rambles on, I smile at this. I love the sound of his voice, it's refreshing. I also love listening to him talk about football, and right now he sounds annoyed but happy at the same time. It's cute.

"Well you did very good. I wasn't expecting my first football game to go that well," I said, running through my brain all of the scenes I've seen from movies and TV shows where fighting happens at games. I'm glad none of that happened today.

"Why?" Clay laughs as he walks me to his car. "Games aren't that intimidating."

"I've seen all of those high school drama movies before. I know about the football fights," I narrow my eyes as I step into his car, the feeling all too familiar.

Clay wheezes as this and turns his car on. "You're funny, Georgie."

My face lights up red at this, which I'm glad he couldn't see in the dark. "Again with the nicknames! You-"

"I use nicknames with my friends, don't get so defensive," he laughs and pulls out of the parking lot. "You can call me Dream if you'd like."

"Dream?" I repeat the name a couple of times, trying to understand why I would call him that.

He nods. "Yeah, it's my nickname around school. Call me that, I like when you say it."

The rest of the car ride is mostly silent, with occasional conversation. Alex lives a while away from the school, surprisingly. Now I see why he skips class a lot. I wouldn't want to drive all the way here either if I was him.