BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 7: make-up

Clay POV.

I'd lost sight of George when I entered the house and dropped the car keys on a table by the door. He was probably complaining to his father so I figured I may as well go pack and walked to my room.

Most of my stuff was still in suitcases from the day before, so only a few things needed to be packed away. I made quick work of packing and still Mr Davidson hadn't turned up to fire me, so I began my homework. Still he hadn't entered, it was now 6:30 and around dinner and I was beginning to wonder.

Would Mr Davidson even come in here to fire me. Maybe he'll do it somewhere better suited to firing someone. I mean, I've never had a job but isn't someone usually fired in an office? He may just wait till I left and then do it in front of his family.

Then there was a light knock on the door. I sighed, before standing up to answer, this is it Clay. One day in and I'm about to get fired. I opened the door, but instead of seeing Mr Davidson I saw his wife, Mrs Davidson, she gave me a small smile, "good evening Clay, are you going to be joining us for dinner?"

What was going on? Were they gonna buy me a pity meal before they fired me?
"Uh- sure" I returned the woman's smile and followed her downstairs.

Mr Davidson and George were both at the table already, the billionaire at the head of the table smiled at me when he entered, but his son sat with his head in his lap. The brunette sat to his father's right, and I followed his wife who sat to his left, and then I sat beside her.

We sat in silence while the Davidson's butler's brought around a steak dinner for us all to eat, then after we began eating Mr Davidson spoke up, "so Clay, I'd like to thank you for today."

I finished my mouthful before responding. "Uhh- thank me for what?"
"Well for doing your job, today is the first day in ages George hasn't come home covered in new bruises."

He hasn't? I glanced curiously across the table where George had finally looked up. The bruises on his face and arms were gone, but upon closer inspection I noticed a slight colour shift on his skin. He had covered the marks on his skin with make up, and it was only noticeable if you looked really closely.
"Well... You are welcome, I guess." I said as I turned back to face Mr Davidson, who was studying my facial expressions.

After dinner.

We talked throughout the rest of dinner but I kept my eyes focused on George, why had he covered the marks from the bullies? Didn't he say he would tell his parents and get me fired?

We had to wait for everyone to finish their meals before Mr Davidson excused us, then everyone at the table walked off in different directions, except me and George both headed off upstairs. As we walked towards our room I turned to him, "why didn't you tell you father about the bruises?" I asked.
The Brit just shrugged at me, then disappeared into the door of his room as we passed it.

Strange. I slowly made my way into my room next door. Suddenly feeling exhausted after the day.

George POV.

Why did I put some make up on? I honestly wasn't sure myself. It's because I pitied Clay, I didn't want him to be embarrassed and get fired on his first day. Or at least that's what I told myself.
But that isn't true.

Clay was one of the first people I've ever felt comfortable around, besides my parents of course, and I didn't want to lose him.

I slumped down at my desk, beginning my homework, but still only thinking about the blond. It was getting so distracting I just gave up on doing... What subject was this again?... Oh, history.

Without knowing what I was doing I stood from my desk and headed into the hallway, before knocking on Clay's door. I heard a muffled, "come in" and so I did.

The blond was lying in his bed, probably trying to sleep, but he sat up straighter when I walked in the room. "Is there a problem Georgie?" He asked as he looked me up and down.

I was lost for words as I stared into his emerald green eyes, was there a problem? No, I just wanted some company. His company.

My eyes pulled away from his, and it was only then that I noticed he was shirtless. My eyes widened and I blushed, he noticed and smirked. "Do you see something you like George?"

I glared at him and turned away, "no way!"
"I don't believe you Georgie, but if that's what you think then sure, whatever." He sat at the edge of the bed and I got a full view of his toned abs. My face grew a brighter red and I forced myself to just stare into his eyes, as he stared back into mine, a smirk still plastered on his face.
"So what are you in here for then Georgie?"
"Just... wanted to talk... to you"

Clay let out a small chuckle, "sure then," he patted the bed beside him and I moved over slowly to sit beside him. "What did you wanna talk about Georgie?"
"Just wanna apologize for how I acted earlier."
"What are you talking about George?" His shining green eyes searched mine, looking for an answer.
"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you after you saved me from those assholes at school. You helped me and I'm sorry for getting shitty at you because of that."

Clay looked me up and down before releasing a loud wheeze. I looked up at him with a worried expression, why was he laughing?

He noted how I looked and stopped laughing, before giving me a small smile. "There is no need to apologize George. You were right, I should have been looking after you and I wasn't, and you got hurt. I'm the only one who deserves blame."
"No you're no-"

He pulled me closer to him and I blushed as my back brushed against his bare chest. "George, if you are going to keep arguing with me then how about neither of us are to blame."
"Yeah... Sure," all I was thinking about was how I was pushed against Clay, while he was half naked.

I decided to shove him off, and did so before standing. "Well... Goodnight then Clay, I'll see you tomorrow." I rushed to leave the room before the blond noticed how flustered I looked.
As I left the room I heard him reply with a "night Georgie" which made me somehow blush even more.

Why the hell do I blush when he talks to me.
It can't be love because... well I'm not gay.
Maybe it's just what friends do, I mean this is the first friend I've had so I am kind of new to it.

I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow.
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