I Love You. || DNF FANFICTION

Chapter One.

George woke up that morning, feeling dazed. His alarm clock rang in his ear violently as it shot his eyes open. George climbed out of his bed, sleepily. He would kill for just 10 more minutes in bed, but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

So, George began dressing himself in his schools uniform. He had always liked the uniform. It was a white button up shirt (which he would always tuck into his pants. He wanted to look smart and presentable.) with short sleeves, a burgundy tie and black baggy trousers.

George always made plans to meet up with Karl outside George's house and then they would walk to school together. This was apart of both the boys daily routines, as they were best friends. George walked out to his front lawn to see Karl sitting on the steps. Karl always wore his uniform properly and neatly.

They began their usual walk to school and were chatting all along the way.
"So what class you got first?" Karl asked George as they were walking inside the gate.
"Science. OH CRAP- KARL I HAVE A TEST TODAY!!" George screamed at his friend. He stood still in shock. This was the first time George had forgotten about a t-

*Crash*

A stranger had crashed into George from behind.
"What the fuck! Watch where you're going dumbass." the voice yelled aggressively.
"Hey! You're the one that bumped into me." George fought back, he wasn't afraid.
"What did you say to me?" The stranger argued.
George turned around to face the other. He immediately recognised the stranger.

It was Clay. He was known as the schools 'bad boy'. He skipped lessons, drunk his life away and took drugs at every option. And all of a sudden, George was indeed scared...

"Sorry." George apologised while he began to walk away. He didn't have time for petty arguments.
"Yeah that's what I thought. Walk away, loser." Clay chuckled while glaring at the back of George's head. But soon enough, it was the front.

George had turned around, so he was now facing Clay. George quickly took a step back, not liking how close the two were. But Clay grabbed his collar, making their faces a bit too close for comfort in George's opinion.

"Get off me..." George whispered between deep breaths.
"I think not." Clay smirked.

"Yo clay! Didn't know you were a gay boy!" One of the football jocks shouted from a distance

Clays eyes widened and hopped between the football jock and then George's eyes. He let go of George's collar. He didn't want people to get the wrong idea.
"Watch where you're going next time." He said before spitting on George's torso and stalking away.

Lunchtime,
George sat down with Karl at their usual lunch seat, next to the trash cans at the back of the cafeteria. That's where all of the schools 'losers' sat everyday.

"Karl! Come over here for a sec, I need a chat." A tall male with gingery-brown hair.
George knew this man, he was on the schools football team, his name was Sapnap.

"George..." Karl said awkwardly. Karl loved talking to Sap, he actually had caught feelings for him. But he couldn't just leave his best friend to sit on his own.

"Don't worry. I'll keep him company." Someone said from behind Karl and George.
Karl saw the man first and immediately smirked.
"Clay? You're hanging round with my bestie now?" Karl chuckled. Him and Clay had always had a few issues. But they tried to keep it civil.

"Karl... Just go chat with Sapnap. I'll be fine, don't worry." George smiled as he stood up from his seat and began packing his lunch back into his bag even though he hadn't eaten anything.
"You sure?" Karl asked George.
"I'm sure." George replied reassuringly.
Karl smiled and began walking over to Sapnap.

George had packed up all his lunch and was ready to leave and go sit outside for the remaining time of the lunch break.
"Where you off too?" Clay asked.
"None of your business." George snarked as he began walking.

Soon enough, Clay was walking next to George and looking at him.
"Can I come?" Clay asked.
"What do you want? Lunch money? Want to punch me or read out my diary in front of everyone? I may not know what you want, but I know you obviously want something. Why else would you be hanging out with me?" George snapped, though it wasn't that loud since he didn't want to draw too much attention to himself.

"You're right. I do want something." And there it was, the horrible 'bully' look Clay always had on his face whenever he saw George.

Clay threw his arms and grabbed George's backpack violently and began ruffling inside it. "WHAT THE HECK?" George shouted, not caring who could hear.

Clay was searching through George's back, almost as if he knew exactly what he was looking for. George was trying to take his backpack in the safety of his arms — but against Clay, a footballer, he stood no chance.

After ruffling around in George's backpack for a few minutes, Clay had finally found what he was looking for. He grabbed it and pulled it out the bag and began looking at it with a mischievous grin. George doesn't know what Clay is holding, so he takes a step closer to the older to have a better look.
"MY DIARY?"