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"Oh, Hello"

Clay stared at the small boy, taking in his facial features and his curvy waist.

The boy tilted his head slightly, confused as to why the blonde was staring at him so much. Maybe he was angry, maybe he disturbed his peaceful drawing session.

"Uh, I'm sorry.. did i disturb you?"

Clay snapped out of his thoughts, shaking his head as his eyes made there way back to the book he was sketching in.

The small boy hesitantly took a seat next to clay, as to not disturb him.

"I'm George" The boy spoke up.

Clay hummed in response, keeping his eyes on his notebook. he didnt want to get too friendly with George, he didnt want to get too attached either both of those things never end well.

George cleared his throat, and leaned over from his desk to see clays drawings better.
"Woah, they're pretty" a smile planted his face.

George's voice was comforting to clay, he doesnt know why. Maybe it was the pretty british accent.

"It helps with my ADHD" Clay muttered, his pencil still tracing the lined paper.

"Oh" George mouthed "Do you take art classes?"

"Can you fuck off?" Clay paused

"Why are u acting like your interested in me?"

Clays sudden sharp tone startled the smaller boy.

"I-" George paused in between his words

"I'm sorry, ill go." George took his books, along with his backpack.

"no wait george-"

Before Clay could even stop George from leaving the room, the door closed with George walking out of it

"Fuck"

Clay slammed the desk in fustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a sigh leaving his lips.

Clay hated how he spoke to people, he couldn't help it, maybe it's time he starts trying to improve his behaviour and how he treats people.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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Clay made his way home and ran upstairs to his room, to avoid any arguments with his drunken father.

He locked his bedroom door, dropping his backpack to the floor and throwing his entire body onto his bed.

"mh" clay made a sound in fustration

A sigh escaped his lips, and he ran his fingers through his hair.

*ping*

His phone lit up as he peeked over to look at the notification

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