Made of clay

Party (part 2)

George pov:

After school I just wanted to sleep, not talk to anyone and sleep. Even though I agreed to go to nick's party I really couldn't be bothered with social interaction.
It was approaching 9pm and I was bored like incredibly bored, after asking my mum if I could go to a party hoping she would say no she instead say "go out there and make some more friends" the one time I needed her to be overprotective, I didn't even like nick. Why was I entertaining the idea of going to his house full of drunk teenagers.
Before I could talk myself into going home I ended up in front of nick's house already seeing people my age and older eating each other's faces it was revolting.

I finally walk inside taking a few moments to observe the house, it was surprisingly nice with a relatively calm decor, unlike anything nick stood for 'his parents definitely planned this' I though.
I was snapped out my thoughts when I heard "hey" Clay says as I turn to him and my face drops "hey hey I'm sorry about earlier ok?" He continues as I slowly become more relaxed realising he's acting calm unlike earlier "it's ok honestly I think we should have a talk about what WE are" i returns as He nods, but suddenly leans down and kisses me lightly on my cheek, I feel my face instantly heats up as I whispers "I'm uh- I'm gonna get something to drink" as I walk past him he slaps my ass jokingly "hurry up hot stuff" He shouts as I disappear into the crowd to find a drink.

It felt good both him touching me in such a way in public as well as kissing me 'he wants to talk' I thought 'maybe he wants to become something more' I blush at the idea thinking we are back on good terms, I find my way towards the drink stand filled with red cups on an unknown substance, i decide to pick one up and have a small sip, immediate gagging as it enters my throat with a burning sensation. "George! You came" I turn around to see nick clearly drunk, I look away trying to ignore him however I see him raise his hand so I immediately cower in fear of him hitting me but instead I feel his arm wrap around my shoulder "how's my favourite white boy?" He asks "huh?" I retort "you know how cute you are" he continues making me even more confused "wha-" he cuts me off by putting a finger on my lips "you know how much i like you right? I know I don't show it much but that's just how I am cutie" he leans in as if to kiss me so I back away quickly sputtering "I- I'm sorry I-uh I already like someone" as I turn to run away I glance back at him to see sadness I think.

Walking away I go back to where I last saw clay only to notice he had moved to somewhere else, so I begin my hunt to find him I walk through a living room and a dining room asking around when someone tells me they saw him go through the back door so I follow their directions, with a smile on my face.

That smile I had almost instantly died as well as every fiver in my being, looking outside to see clay tongue deep in another man, I knew we hadn't spoken about US yet but I thought we were something, I try to pry my eyes away but I couldn't, I hated myself for watching but I had to for any sign that he wasn't enjoying it.
There wasn't.

When the kiss finishes clay opens his eyes and looks at me, it took everything in me not to cry there and then so instead I just ran nit bothering to see if clay had some half arsed excuse. I ran until I bumped into someone, I fell onto the floor and when I looked up I saw nick once again "hey Gogy you good?" He asks "no! God no I need- I need-" he puts his hand out so I could grab it helping me up "shhh I know what you need" he stares dragging me away lightly.

Eventually I found myself in a quiet room with only nick in it with me, he hands me a red cup with that same substance, this time I don't care about the taste or the texture or the pain, before I knew it i finished the cup and stole nick's aswell drinking that "woah you ok gogy?" He asks. I don't know what came over me but I dragged nick by his collar pulling him closer to me, nick however stops me "what about the person you like?" He asks "fuck him" I whisper as I connect our lips in a wet and sloppy kiss, it had no passion and I didn't feel a connection like I did with clay, god I need to stop thinking about him, he doesn't love me, he never did.