Inferno // dreamnotfound

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It had been five days and George had one lesson left of the day. He had heard absolutely nothing from Clay. He kept telling himself that he was stupid to be worried or jealous (ew, why am I jealous of his family who is clearly having a crisis?) because he was clearly busy, yet George wished he could at least talk to him.

The class noticed that he was looking out-of-it and there was a certain tension in the room that was rarely there. No-one said anything. Neither to each other nor to George. George was hastily handing out worksheets in the silence, avoiding eye contact. He could feel the eyes burning into him as he walked around, carelessly muttering 'take one, pass it on'.

The class muttered amongst themselves, glancing up at George, somewhat worried. "Sir?" a boy said which made half of the people in the room startle, including George. There was an air of relief, though, to it.

"Y-yes?" George replied.

"There's a man climbing through that window," he said, pointing through the patch of glass in the door that allowed the corridor to be seen. George froze. He peered out, and sure enough, a man dressed in the dark colours was slipping through the window, checking if the coast was clear, but with the back of his head to the classroom.

The other kids in the class started to panic and shout, which George tried to squander as he beckoned them to come to the front of the room and out of sight from the corridor. The man clearly had good hearing because at the screams of children saying "There's a school shooter!", he whipped his head around. George went to lock the door right at this moment, replying calmly that "We don't have guns in this country, and he's not getting in here."

George looked up from his locking and the man, dirty blonde hair falling out of his hood, waves meekly at him. George's mouth dropped open into an 'o' shape as he recognised Clay. What in the shit?

George started unlocking the door again as Clay started walking over, being mindful not to be seen. "Ok, everyone calm down, I really don't think we are in danger." The class looked in bewilderment and muttered amongst each other yet again. George walked out to meet Clay.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he whisper-shouted at Clay.

"I came to see you," Clay put it simply.

"While that's nice, I am teaching a class right now and they think you're a school shooter!"

"Look, I know I probably shouldn't be literally breaking into a school, but I knew they would probably not let me in to see you," Clay tried to explain.

"Yes, and for good reason. I. am. working.", "I can see you after but right now, there are kids in there that I am pretty sure are watching this right now."

"Big-time, yeah," said Clay, moving his head to the side of George's to check. By this point there was a rose flush climbing his neck. The kids were positively ogling. "I promise I cannot see you other than during my lunch break, which is now, and I haven't had time to get a new phone yet since I- you know."

"Why?" George demanded, but his tone was softened and eyebrows slowly relaxing.

"W-what?"

"Why can't you possibly wait two more hours until I am not working?" He wasn't angry anymore.

"Because they need me, I've barely even been sleeping in my own bed."

"Clay. Is something wrong?" George whispered, holding onto Clay's hand.

"No, no. I mean yes- but nothing you can help with and I'd rather not talk about it." George knitted his eyebrows once more, feeling helpless."Ok, I can tell you this much-"

He was cut off by Tommy bursting out of his classroom and pointing a finger accusingly at Clay. "What is going on out here?" Neither answered. "George, why is there a man, looking like some kind of assassin, standing in the middle of the hallway?" His eyes widened. "And holding your hand!"

George quickly took his hand out of Clay's."Don't worry, Tommy, I've got this, don't call the police." George instructed.

"What do you mean 'don't call the police'? The guy is trespassing in a building full of children in his stealth-god getup!"

Clay smirked. "Sex god and now stealth god, I'm really climbing the ranks, Georgie," he mumbled. George smacked his shoulder in response.

"It's ok, Tom, he's really harmless, just came here to see me on his lunch break," explained George. Tommy huffed.

"You have some creepy friends, George." To which, Clay grinned and mouthed 'I am definitely winning'. "Ok, fine, just please get out right now." Tommy crossed his arms, glaring at Clay, who winked. Tommy rolled his eyes and made his way back to his own classroom.

"Ok, I guess I should probably go," Clay started rubbing the crook of his neck.

"Yes, you should. But let me just..." George darted back into his classroom, passing all of the awestruck teenagers to rip out a piece of paper from his notebook, hastily scribbling his number on it - and a little heart - and folding it. He ran back to Clay and tucked the paper into his back pocket, Clay's blush becoming more evident by the second. "For when you finally get your hands on a new phone." It was now George's turn to wink, but it came out more hesitant and awkward that Clay's smooth ones. Clay wheezed at this but pulled Goerge in for a hug, draping his arms over Goerge's shoulders.

"For the time before I next see you," he whispered. And just like last time, pulled away before leaving, but this time out the window.

What in the shit was that? How does he have the balls to do that?

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The walk back to the class was stretched out much longer as the eyes followed him, his face flushed beyond return to normalcy. When he reached the room, the remarks came.

"Sir, who was that?"

"That was kinda gay, not gonna lie."

"Why was he there?"

"Why did you frisk his butt like that?"

"Guys, that was just my friend," George managed, embarrassment evident and sitting on his chair, head in hands.

"Oh, that's rough, mans just got friend-zoned," One of the boys laughed. George glared him into silence.

"Wait, sir, are you actually gay? Was that your boyfriend?" A girl cooed excitedly. George could barely contain his groan. He had not planned on coming out today to his year-nines. He nodded solemnly into his palms. There were some cheers and some stunned silences.
"Aww that's so romantic! It's like when Romeo came to Juliet's balcony!" Another girl cooed, putting her hands to her face, with a nod of agreement from the class

"Wait sir, so you like it up the bum?" A boy called out and the class erupted.

"Ok, we are going to move on from that and go back to flame tests," George sat up quickly, ignoring the question and beginning to go over the answers from the worksheet, even though most people hadn't been doing work during that time.

--

A few more days passed before George received a message from Clay.

Clay :)
Hey, Georgie
Sex and stealth god here
Told you I'd text <3
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