BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 14: invitation

George POV.

Was it just me or did Clay seem... quieter than usual. He barely talked throughout all of our classes before lunch. It was as if he was lost in his thoughts, but I ignored him.
Eventually he and I made our way to the cafeteria and did the same thing as yesterday, heading outside to sit by the small shed, and he sat eating in silence too.

This was beginning to get annoying so I sighed before speaking up, "are you mad about something? You've barely talked since we were in the library before our classes."

He looked up as though he only just realised I was there, "oh. I'm fine, just thinking about... The maze runner book you I borrowed, wondering whether Thomas will get out of the maze at all."
"Ok then, if you say so." My tone was sceptical and we both noticed, but returned to our food without another word passed between us.

What was Clay really thinking about?

Clay POV.

George has never had friends before. I felt bad for him as I kept hearing the librarian telling me that, for some reason it made me feel even more protective over him.
At first it was just my job to look after him, but now I figured that if it wasn't my job and if I had the option to just randomly choose protect him, I would.

"you are the first person he has hung out with during his entire time here. I am glad he finally found himself a friend." The woman's words echoed through my mind.

I glanced over to the Brit, who was crunching away at his apple.

"That boy has been through the wars. He could have almost anything you could imagine with the money coming his way, but he would have happily given it up for a friend."

I noticed George had been giving me curious glances and so I turned to smile at him, "wanna head back to the library?" I asked seeing as he had finished his food.
He nodded in response and followed me to towards the library.

We were almost at the libraries double doors when I heard someone call my name from behind. Both me and the brunette spun around to look at whoever called my name.
A group of footballer's were walking up to us, hadn't I already told them to piss off already?

"Do you need something?" I asked, my eyes trailing over each of the men in turn.
"There's gonna be a party at my place on Friday, it'll be wicked." The one who had called my name announced proudly.
I raised an eyebrow, "... And that concerns me because...?"
"Just wondering if you wanted to come, we'll drink, dance and possibly get you a hook up." The man at the back who'd spoken looked mischievous as he said the last thing.

My eyes trailed down to George who was next to me, he was watching me intensely. I sighed before turning back to the sports team, "sorry, but I have to decline. I have stuff planned for Friday."

With that I turned and continued towards the library with George looking relieved as he followed beside me, when one of them called out for me to stop again. I did as they said but didn't turn around.
"You can bring your friend, if that makes you reconsider."
George gave a small nod when I looked over to him for an answer.

The men seemed happy when I answered with "we'll see if we can make it."
Then me and the Brit walked into the library.

Friday
George POV.

School was done for the week and we were currently getting ready for the party. Clay claimed that he'd been to heaps of these before and since it was a first time for me I asked him for advice.

"What should I wear Clay?" I asked the blond as he sat on my bed and I looked through pairs clothes.
Usually I didn't care about what I wore but I didn't want to be the only one turning up in something that nobody else would be wearing.

Clay chuckled at how I was acting, "just something casual George, it doesn't really matter."
"Just something casual? The fuck do you consider casual. I have a lot of different things to wear but whatever I find casual they will see as another thing to pick on me for!"

The blond let out another laugh and I turned to glare at him and growl, "this is not funny."
"Nope, it's hilarious to see you freak out like this Georgie."
He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to me, without even looking through my clothes he pulled out a blue shirt with a red and white rectangle and some purple jeans. "Here. Just wear this. it'll look fine" The blond said as he handed me both items of clothing.

I looked up from the clothes as Clay turned and walked out of the room before getting changed. I can't remember wearing these before but I admit they do suit me.

Once I was done I pulled on some shoes and walked over to the blonds room, before knocking on the door tentatively. After a few seconds waiting he opened it, and I thought I saw his breath hitch as he looked at my outfit, "told you it would look fine." He said while turning away slightly.
I looked down to examine my outfit again and gave a small nod in agreement, before looking back up at him and taking in his outfit too.

He was wearing blue jeans which were the same brand as the one I was wearing and a dark green t-shirt, which was covered up with a leather jacket. "You look nice too." I replied, forcing my eyes to stay connected to his, "leather looks suprisingly good on you."

The blond smiled and I saw his face turn slightly red at the complement, before he straightened up, "we should probably get going then."
He and I walked downstairs towards the garage, my parents were both out having dinner with some of their clients but both sounded overjoyed when Clay told them we were going to a party.

As we sat in his car I couldn't help but keep glancing at his outfit. It seemed as if he was trying to dress with a 'bad boy' persona, or as though he had just stepped out of a time machine from the 80's or 90's, and I felt slightly annoyed at the thought of all he girls fawning over him the entire time. I knew Clay didn't enjoy it and probably try to escape them and leave me in the process, and I didn't want to be left at this party alone.

"What are these parties like?" I asked as he drove down a street through a neighbourhood which seemed to only have high school and college students living there due to the mess.
"They're... Well" Clay took a moment to figure out the right words.
"They can be get quite extreme."

I was about to press on, asking him what he meant but then saw he was looking past me as he slowed his car to a stop on the side of the road. I turned to look out the window and saw a loud party, with teens stumbling around drunk and talking or laughing noisily. The front lawn had no lights to illuminate it for everyone, but you could see clearly from the light coming through the windows. Speaking of the windows you could see silhouettes of people dancing, drinking and even making out through different ones spread throughout the 2 story house.

I sighed, maybe a party wasn't such a good idea.
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