𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 0.9- morally grey

Okay yall need to chill- how the hell does this get 1k more reads each chapter I update O.o well here's some more food-
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Dream being pissed doesn't stop their... activities. But George is starting to see a bit more worth in himself than before :) and in Dream too.
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It was an exciting day, for George. He was going to school, like usual, but today would be different. It was open day- meaning the high schools in the area came to visit the campus. George would be seeing his little sister and a few of his brothers wadding around where he studied, like a mother duck watching her chicks visit the pond for the first time. He was more than excited.

"Okay, do you have your packed lunches? Because the canteen is utterly disgusting and-"

"We do!" Niki pushed him out the door, "your going to be late again."

"Eh, it's not like it matters." He ravished at the thought of Dreams face when he was late. It was fun seeing him grow red. "And, as soon as your allowed to explore - come to the back of the science department! Me and Sap can show you guys round."

"Science is dog water, dude. I wanna look at law so I can take down some bitches." It was a rare occasion for Alex to speak to him directly, and it reminded George why that was, Alex was hard to talk to. The two boys next to him just nodded.

"We can go everywhere, including art and design." We winked at Niki, ruffling her hair. "They'd be lucky to let such a famous artist into the studio."

With one last push, George was thrown out the house. As it was a school trip day, most of the kids didn't have to be in high school until their buses arrived, but George still had his university class. The walked wasn't far, and today the weather was finally on his side, a burst of sun dusting over everything. Before he knew it, he had already reach the end of his road, crossing signal greeting him with the red faded light.

A few race cars pulled up next to him, but it was only when one of the window rolled down that he felt uneasy. With a small side step, he attempted to make some distance. "Hey,"

That's odd. George could have swore it sounded like-

"George."

He looked over at the expensive black car, make unknown as George wasn't really a car type of guy. And there he was, in his fucking awful sexy black suit with that disgustingly hot smug on his face. "Dream?"

"Get in. I'll take you to school." His voice was calm.

But then George remember last night, when he wasn't calm. When he was hurtful. "No." For once he would listen to the mans words. "That would be too close to you."

"Oh come on, you know what I mean." His face had turned sour. No, stick to your guns.

"I don't think I do, Professor."

"I mean sleeping in the same bed, caring-"

"Im sorry, what are you doing now?" He eyed the mans blushed cheeks, finally the light in front turning green for him. "If it's not sex or my grades, then there's no reason for me to get close to you. Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta run." With out looking at the mans reaction, he raced across the street, a smile on his face.

That'll teach him, but when George thought harder he wasn't sure exactly what it would teach him. Dream couldn't hurt his feeling, he didn't care for his teacher. The feeling where mutual, they didn't actually like one another. It's not like he longed on every word he said, analysing every possible meaning- no. That wasn't George.

"Oh," in his deep thought, he hadn't realised he had walked right into someone in front, "er... Georgie, right?"

"Oh shit, Minx!" George laughed, joining next to her. "And it's just George."