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George's POV:

I woke up in George's bed and smiled against his warm chest. His smell is so familiar and comforting. "Morning," he muttered sleepily. I looked up and saw him scrolling through his phone. "Hi," he chuckled and kept scrolling through his phone. I frowned and looked over his phone, trying to catch his attention. "Clay, I'm texting one sec," I sighed and got up to get ready. He didn't even look away from his phone. Rude.

"Morning," Karl said while yawning. "Good morning," I sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. "You okay man?" Nick asked. "Yeah, i'm okay," I replied and grabbed myself a cup of water. "I have to head to class, see you," Karl hugged Nick from behind and left for his class.

~Time skip~

I got home from class and tiredly walked into my bedroom. George was already home and had his nose buried in his phone again. He didn't even say hi when I walked in. I sighed loudly to try and get his attention, nothing. He giggled and I noticed he was texting. The hell? George doesn't text any one, he hardly even texts me since we live together. I slipped off my shoes and walked over to him, laying down in his bed. "George?" He hummed in response. "Who are you texting?" I asked. "No one just an old friend," he got up and walked out of the room. Seriously?

I took a nap, and afterwards walked into the kitchen to see George on the phone. "Yeah, I really miss you. New York is such a drag sometimes I wish I was back in the UK with you." I felt the anger rise in me. Was a fucking jealous? "Okay, talk to you soon bye," he hung up and noticed me in the room. "Just an old friend?" I asked and earned a nod from him. "Why are you so focused on figuring out who it is anyway?" George asked me. "I'm not, i'm just curious," I explained. "No, I think your jealous. Keep your nosy ass out of my business Clay," I frowned and got even more mad. "I'm not jealous! You just never hang out with anyone but me so i'm curious about who your new bestie is!" I told him. "Im allowed to hang out with other people Clay. Plus, you aren't my boyfriend!" He snapped. "Yeah? And that person is?" I snapped back. He rolled his eyes. "He's just an old friend like I said, now don't be a jerk and leave me alone about it!" He stormed out of the room and I groaned into my hands.

TW: Blood, and tongue biting

I thought back to what he said. He's right, we aren't boyfriends so he has no obligation to be loyal to me, and I shouldn't get mad about that. But boy was I jealous. I needed to just conceal the dominant side of me for a second and let myself have normal human emotions. I clenched my fists and bit down on my tongue. "Ow!" I said to myself and stuck my tongue out to see blood running down the tip of it. "Shit," I muttered and grabbed a towel to clean it up. I heard laughter from my bedroom and threw the towel down before stomping into the room and grabbing George's wrist. I grabbed his phone and threw it in his bed and pinned him to the wall. "C-Clay?? What are you doing?" He asked in a shocked voice.

I scoffed and kissed him passionately. He immediately kissed back, which turned into a messy, and weird kiss. Eventually I slowed things down and got a rhythm to it. I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth and stuck my tongue in his mouth, grazing his tongue and pulling his body close to mine. I felt him get hard under me so I pushed my knee up against him before grabbing his neck and whispering in his ear. "I own you wether you're my boyfriend or not," then left him in our bedroom. It suddenly all hit me what I just said and I panicked for a short second before laughing to myself.

George's POV:

I stood with my back up against the wall for a while after Clay left. I could taste blood for some reason, and I was still shocked from what just happened. My heart was beating quickly and I knew for a fact my face was bright red. "W-Wait' Clay!" I left our bedroom to go after him. I found him in the living room. "Dude what the hell?" He glanced up at me and looked away. "If you aren't giving me attention i'll walk in and get it myself," he said coldly. For some reason that was like insanely hot but I was supposed to be mad at him so I saved the thought for later. He glanced up at me with a smirk. "I got what I needed, I turn you on." I felt my face and crotch get hot so I looked away. "Shut up," I muttered.

I got a notification from Wilbur so I got my phone and started texting him again. Clay got up and walked over to me, slipping a hand up my shirt and tracing my spine with his hands. I shuddered but kept texting. "Get off your phone." He said coldly. "Make me," I laughed to myself then realized what I just said.

Clay grabbed my phone and put it in his pocket, then pinned my wrists to the wall. "Gladly," he smirked and let me go then walked into the kitchen. I collapsed onto the floor while thinking of all the hot ass things Clay could say and do to me.

"Hey guys!" I looked up and saw Karl and Nick walking inside. Clay nodded and grabbed a lemonade from the fridge. "Woah, George you okay?" Karl asked. Clay snickered from the kitchen and I shot him a glare. "He'll be fine if he keeps his smart ass mouth shut," Clay muttered. I went even more red and flipped him off before burying my head into my hands. What a fucking hot ass little bitch.

A/N: Ahhhh- sHiTs gEtTiNg rEaL mAn.