BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 4: Mr popular

Clay POV.

George hated me. Why? Because his dad wanted to keep him safe. Absolutely nothing to do with me. But I wanted to look after him. He reminded me of someone I loved, and I hadn't seen her in forever, I want. No I need to protect him like I protected her, and she hadn't wanted me too protect her either.

It was now 8:55, I headed into the school and had parked the car a fair way away from the school and walked there. I used what money I had to buy school gear. I was going back to high school.

The office was small and smelled like roses, which nade sense as there were vases full of them everywhere. The elderly lady sitting by the desk looked up at me, "hello dear how may I help you today?"
"Uhm... I'm new here, my name is Clay Smith."
She flipped through a stack of student files before grabbing one. "Oh yes here you are. Your locker number is 312 and its combination is 2605. Your homeroom is room 215 on the second floor, Mr John Phallus is your first teacher."

Good. When Mr Davidson managed to swiftly get me accepted into the school he pulled a few strings to get me put in all of George's classes, and my boss gave me a copy of his son's schedule. I thanked the woman as I left and began walking down the hall, as I walked to my locker I examined my schedule and the Brunettes, they were identical.

After I emptied my stuff into my locker I walked upstairs to room 215. I ran into the teacher outside the door just as the bell rang.

George POV.

Thank god Clay wasn't here. That guy pissed me off, but was also intriguing. It was like he was a drug I'd been exposed too, and now I just wanted to try more before deciding if I liked.

My attention turned to the front of the room when the bell rang and Mr Phallus walked in and greeted us. "Good morning class. Before I do the roll we have a new student."
Fuck please tell me this isn't who I think it is.
A tall blond walked into the room, suddenly I noticed all the girls in my class sat up straighter. And I don't blame them, a lot of boys at my school were considered hot, but Clay was just a whole different level. "Would you like to introduce yourself?" Mr Phallus asked the tall 19 year old.

All of the students in my class leaned foward, eager to hear this attractive boy speak, "ok." He said as he turned to face the class, "Uh- my name is Clay Smith and I just moved into the area... yesterday actually."

He ran his fingers through his luxurious blond hair as all the girls instantly began swooning over him. Great he was going to be popular. All of the class watched as his eyes scanned around the room, but kept returning to meet mine.

Mr Phallus drew everyones attention back in as he told Clay to take a seat, right next to me. Great. The teacher then started the roll but everyone kept glancing at the blond next to me. "What are you doing here, I thought you left." I growled at him quietly so only he heard.
"I have a job to do Georgie, but I will not annoy you too much." He wrispered back, "although you seemed to enjoy seeing me here."

Clay was smirking at me and I just realized that I was blushing. God this was going to be a long damn day.

✨Lunchtime.✨

I walked towards the cafeteria, clutching a book I'd borrowed from the library in my hands. After I grabbed some of the lunch, it was Monday so burgers yum, I sat down at a table in the corner. But before I buried myself in my book I glanced around and noticed that Clay and his new fan club were not anywhere to be seen. All the tables were at least half full of different groups except mine. The football table was by the windows in between the basketball table and the cheerleaders table, a row of tables close to the doors into the rooms had a group of nerds at one end and some gossipy girls at the other. Jocks, geeks, musicians, artists and even the bad boys all had there group and I was the only one sitting at a table alone, I liked it this way but also hated being alone.

Then the doors to the cafeteria swung open and I heard a bunch of girly chatter. I peeked from behind my book in the direction of the sound and saw Clay enter the room followed by his swarm of fangirls, every other group had stopped talking and turned to look at him. I instantly took a bite of my burger before returning to my book but Clay had noticed me.

After the tall blond grabbed his food he made his way over to me, his whores... sorry meant fangirls, all following him, not wanting to be out of his presence even for food. I only looked up at Clay when he stood over me, "do you mind if I sit here?" He asked, "all the other tables are full."
"You sure you want to sit here?" I asked, only looking up for a second, "the group over there seem like they want you to sit with them." I pointed at a table where a group of some of the most popular kids in my grade were in.

"I think I'd prefer to sit here, there's more space." Without a reply from me he sat down beside me, scarily close. His swarm of fans instantly sat down around him, and I scooted closer to the edge of the table. By the time Clay noticed I'd moved there were 4 girls squished in between us.

I sighed with relief but before long I was pushed off the table by more of his whores desperate to sit by him. Clay was about to stand and help me but I hastily grabbed my book and ran out of the room, everyone turning towards me and snickeing.

The rest of the school was practically empty at this time, with most of the students at lunch, so I ran down the halls and too my special room. It was an unused offfice for the old school therapist on the 3rd floor (because nobody goes to therapy these days), but then again floor 3 was apparently haunted so nobody came near here.

The office still had all the old therapists stuff littered around, those weird anti-stress things I always saw videos of. I slipped into the room and didn't bother turning the light on, just curling up on a couch in the corner and using natural lighting from the dusty windows to read with.

Barely 5 minutes passed before I heard a voice in the hallway. Clay's.
"Georgie I know you're up here somewhere, please come out."
He only got silence in response, the blond sighed before trying again. "George I saw you heading up to the third floor. Please come eat with me your parents will be mad if they find you didn't eat lunch."

Why did I feel compelled to answer? "Don't tell them I didn't eat." My voice was shakey, but I could tell he relaxed slightly when he heard my voice.

The blond opened my door shakily, he saw me on the couch and he came to sit next to me. Clay tried to wrap an arm around my shoulder but I didn't let him, scooting out of his reach. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"Those dumbass girls, they won't stop getting hard over the thought of you." Clay laughed at my statement, "that does seem to be the case doesn't it? I don't give 2 fucks about those sluts, no need to be jealous Georgie."

I felt like the air was just punched out of me, "jealous!? Why would I be jealous?"
The blond smirked as I glared at him but he raised his arms in surrender, "I'm just saying what I see Georgie." He explained.
"Don't call me Georgie." My voice was suddenly cold and dark.
Clay rolled his eyes, "fine Gogy. Lets go get something to eat."

He was hired to look after me from bullies, but this action seemed like one of friendship over one for a job.
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1428 words.

God 4 chapters in a day. I truely have nothing better to do with my life, but you guys are welcome.

I will probably not update this story for a day or so I am working on some samples of other stories for you guys which should be done by the 4th or 5th of April