BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 3: school

George POV.

My alarm woke me from my peaceful sleep and I growled in annoyance. It was 7:30 and school started at 9:00, grudgingly I slid off my bed and walked into my ensuite, stripping my clothes before climbing into the shower.

When I climbed out 5 minutes later I thought I heard somebody moving around in my room, but then it grew quiet. I wrapped my towel around my waist and assumed whoever I'd heard had left. The door connecting to my main room creaked open and I walked towards my walk in wardrobe. Suddenly I saw some movement out of the corner of my eyes. A blond man was leaning against my wall smirking at me.

"Who the fuck are you!" I yelled at him, causing him to stop smirking.
He sighed as I watched him and my face grew red. "Calm down Georgie, my name is Clay and I have been hired as your bodyguard." The blond explained.

I scoffed, not believing a word he said, "I would know if I had a bodyguard." As I spoke I continued backing up to the door of the wardrobe.
The man, Clay simply responded, "your dad introduced me to you last night, you were probably asleep."

"Well why are you in here now?" I asked accusingly as I ducked out of sight ibto the wardrobe and began pulling on some clothes.
"Thought you might have wanted to get some breakfast in town before school." He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes as I reemerged into my room.

Clay POV.

I wanted to make an effort to connect with George, I mean it is my job to look after him. Maybe could take him out for breakfast and get to know him. As I thought this I threw on some black jeans and a gray tank top with a green hoddie over top. Then I walked into his room and knocked on the door, when nobody answered I opened the door and slipped into the room.

I'd presumed that George was asleep but he wasn't, I heard some water running in the bathroom so I just leaned against the wall and waited for him, letting my thoughts wander. Soon enough the ensuite's door opened with a creak and George walked into the room. He was naked, besides from the towel around his waist, and it took my breath away seeing how perfect his body was.

Unknowingly I'd started smirking, but stopped when he noticed me and yelled "Who the fuck are you!" My face straightened out a bit but I answered the question, followed by the half dozen he asked after that one.

The Brit didn't seem to believe me but he came out of his wardrobe wearing blue ripped jeans and a black t-shirt and followed me to the door.

We headed down the stairs and George still looked at me skeptically, when we walked into the large dining room where his parents were sitting next to eachother eating breakfast.
"Morning Georgie dear." The woman I assumed was his mother greeted him warmly. Then she turned to me, "you must be Clay, George's new bodyguard right?"

George looked annoyed that I was right about me being his bodyguard. "Right." I answered, the brunette looked up at me before immediately turning away when I saw his face flush red.
"Well you seem awfully nice for a bodyguard, and attractive too." She subtly added, I think it was meant for George.

The whole time Mr Davidson sat reading his newspaper but seemed to be listening to the conversation simultaneously. "Why are you two down so early, George usually isn't downstairs until 10 minutes before he goes to school" the man stated without taking his eyes off of the article he was reading.
"I was thinking about taking us out for breakfast, get to know George a little more." My answer seemed to satisfy the  man, who glanced up at me with an approving look.
"Do you want to take my car" he offered as we were about to leave the room. Mr Davidson didn't seem to care about our reply as he tossed us some keys to his... ferrari? He has a fucking ferrari!!!

George grudgingly climbs into the passenger seat of the car as I climb into the drivers seat and take him downtown.
"So George where do you want to eat?" I wanted this boy to like me and letting him choose seemed like the right choice.
"I don't care." He growled.
"Fine, how about the local diner?" I asked, ignoring his tone.
"Sure. Whatever." He had pulled out his phone and was texting on it.

We pulled into the diners car park and climbed out of the Ferrari. Once we sat down inside a woman in a white shirt and gray skirt came and took our orders. Both of us got a stack of pancakes, then George got a juice and I got a coke. For the next 20 minutes we ate in silence, the brunette just glaring at me as I sat eating my pancake stack. I kept trying to start a conversation with George, but he sat silently.

When we'd both finished our drinks he sat looking down at the ground miserably, "is something wrong George?" I asked the Brit.
"Yes. I have got a permanent babysitter, my parents don't trust me and you will be following me around embarrassing me all fucking day." He ranted.
I sighed at him. "Look I'm sorry George, but we could make this work. I can just keep an eye on you from a distance, your dad said I am young enough looking to be put into your class so I could become your classmate. We could become friends over me being your guard."
George stood up and walked out of the restaurant, I dropped some cash on the table before following him.

He'd started walking in the direction of his school. I hopped into the ferrari and drove after him.
The window of the car was down and I drove past hin slowly, he turned in my direction, "can't you just leave me the fuck alone?" He yelled at me before pulling the finger at me and running off.

I sighed, knowing this was going to be harder then I thought, but I looked down at my watch, 8:10, 50 minutes left. After glancing at Georgie walking down the road with his backpack slung over his shoulder I drove off to a Target that was open early a few streets away.
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