cliché [ DISCONTINUED]

car rides

it all happened so fast, one minute he was in a peaceful, relaxing sleep and the next his head was colliding with the floor.

he groaned and looked up before quickly closing his eyes at the light shining through his curtains blinding him. he slowly sat up and felt about his nightstand for his phone, grabbing it. he opened it to see,

99+ messages from sex havers.

he sighed and checked the time, 8:30.

"shit!"

he flung his phone onto his bed and jumped up, he stumbled over the multiple blankets laying on his floor as he ran into his bathroom. he didn't have time to fuss over his looks today. he bent down to the sink and turned the tap on, splashing his face with the freezing cold water.

his eyes widened and he gazed at himself in the mirror, he was a mess, his hair was sticking up at all angles and the bags under his eyes were very prominent.

his closet was filled with skirts and jeans, he quickly picked up something white and something black hoping they would match. at that he quickly shoved them on, picked up his phone and made a dash downstairs.

there was a note placed on the fridge,

goodmorning hun,
i tried to wake you, but you wouldn't budge.
i made you a packed lunch and put it in the fridge.
i was late for work, so I had to get going,
sorry, this means you'll have to walk.
love you, take care! <3
-    mum

he mentally face palmed, why had he made the decision to stay up so late last night?

he quickly slipped on his black converse and slung his back pack over his shoulders when he noticed himself in the full body mirror that was placed next to the front door.

he was wearing a white skirt and a black polo neck which he had realised by now, but he hadn't quite realised the length of his skirt. this was the skirt his friends in england bought him for a birthday but accidently messed up the sizes.

why the fuck did he put this in his drawer?

he quickly pulled the skirt down a little in attempt to cover up, it didn't show much, it wasn't even that bad to be honest, but it was still shorter than the ones he usually wore, and he found himself feeling very self-conscious wearing it.

not much he could do about it now though.

he quickly opened the front door and stepped out; the school wasn't that much farther from his house maybe a 20-minute walk? but the problem was that he was going to be late. he sighed and closed the door behind him, locking it before starting the race to get to school.

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he was only a quarter of the way to school when he heard a car honk from behind him, he jumped up getting a fright as he turned around. his cheeks quickly started to heat up as soon as he saw who the driver of said car was.

clay was sat in some kind of fancy car seemingly wheezing. georges cheeks were a bright red now, as the car door opened, and clay poked his head out.

"need a ride?" he was still trying to catch his breath from laughing so much.

george walked closer, "i don't usually just take rides from strangers."

"come on now, we were the first people to make friends with you at school yesterday and you still see me as a stranger?"

"well yes, although you made friends with me yesterday, i still don't know you. you could be a serial killer for all I know." george smirked.

"well alright then, you have fun being late!" clay started to close the door.