Sk8er boy// dnf

Chapter 1

George woke up on a normal Wednesday morning to the blaring sound of his alarm going off.
He rolled over and turned it off, checking the time in the meantime, it reading 7:00 am. He groaned and kicked off the sheets for headed towards the bathroom.

George was a small 5'7 and light boy who did ballet, brown hair and brown eyes and milk white skin, basically, a twink. He had feminine features and felt a lot better dressed in feminine clothes. He was quite popular and got along with almost everyone, except the "punks", or the troubled kids.

Among those kids was Clay. A punk, heartbreaker with a new girlfriend or boyfriend every month.
He was tall, or about 6'3, and was muscular with dirty blonde hair that was long enough to put in a man bun, green eyes, dark freckles scattered across his whole face and dimples when he smiled.

George did not like him at all, well maybe he did a little bit, but not in a platonic way.
George obviously got annoyed when Clay would come up to him and flirt with him openly, George would just brush him off and walked away.
But that doesn't mean that he doesn't like it.

George walked out of the bathroom with damp hair after the shower he took and walked into his neatly decorated bedroom. He made his way to his closet to get his outfit for the day and decided on a blue, white and black plaid skirt and a black shirt which he tucked into his skirt, knee high white socks with two black stripes at the top and black high top converse. 
He grabbed his backpack and made his way downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
By the stove stood his mother cooking an omelette.
"Good morning, George," she looked in George's direction smiling, "Are you ready for the first day of junior year? And by the way, your outfit looks good." She took the pan of the stove and put the omelette on a dish. "Thank you, mum," George said as his mum put the dish in front of him, "I'm kind of nervous, to be honest." He picked up a knife and fork as his mum sat opposite him at the table.
"There is no reason to be nervous, George, there is probably no one new this year, we live in a small town, we would have heard by now if there were new people in town so you'll know everyone." His mother smiled and stood up, taking George's empty plate and putting it in the sink. "Well I should get going, mum, school starts in 20 minutes." George says as he puts his phone down on the table.
"I'll drive you, hun." His mum grabbed her car keys and headed to the door. They got in the car and his mother started driving.

The drive to the school was quite boring and a few words were exchanged between the two in the car. When his mum stopped in front of the school George unbuckled his seatbelt and said his goodbyes and headed towards the school building.
Once inside he headed straight to his locker and to his surprise, Clay stood right in front of his locker, talking with his friends and  leaning on it.
George sighed heavily and started walking towards them, annoyed. Clay was clad in a green crewneck with a white button up underneath, baggy black ripped and cuffed jeans, white socks and high top vans and a black beanie on his head, his hair showing from underneath the beanie. His hair had grown during the summer, George noticed, to be honest he found it quite hot. George was now stood right in front of Clay and his friends which didn't seem to notice his presence so he cleared his throat loudly to catch their attention.
"You're kind of standing right in front of my locker." "Oh, sorry, princess, I didn't notice." Clay said and looked at the brunette amused.
"Well, move then, dumbass," George said and tried to push the blonde of his locker.
"How about... no." Clay said smugly and remain still in his place. "Oh, come on," George said annoyed "Move." Clay looked like he was thinking for a moment. "Make me." he said with pure amusement in his eyes. George rolled his eyes dramatically and tried pushing Clay again. "Come on, Georgie, you're like 4'2, you can't push me." Clay looked down at the brunette laughing. "Shut up you giant. I'm average height, you're just huge." Clay laughed lightly and watched as the smaller gave up trying to push him and looked up at him tiredly. "Will you just please move, Clay, I need to get to my locker. Go be a dick somewhere else." Clay grabbed George's chin and leaned in towards his ear. "Anything for you, princess. You look cute today, by the way." Clay let go of George's chin and stood up normally again. "Anyways, see you around, I suppose." Clay winked and walked away, his friends following.
"What the hell was that?" George muttered to himself as he opened his locker.

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