BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 15: the party

George POV.

Immediatly I regretted agreeing to come here. Clay watched as I tried to sink into the seat and disappear, I glanced at him with a look that said I wanted to go home and he understood instantly. "Fine, but I'm hungry and I wanna get something to eat first."

Without giving me the chance to argue he climbed out of the car and came around to my side. He tried to open the door for me but I locked it from the inside, shaking my head vigorously. "Come on George, you may as well at least come out for 5 minutes to stretch your legs."

I sighed, but unlocked the door and watched as the blond opened it for me. He walked beside me as we headed towards the front door and I kept throwing nervous glances at people who were all stumbling around drunkenly.

When we walked into the main room it was like stepping into another universe. Some girls were in shockingly short skirts and covered in a mound of makeup and the men were spending a large portion of their time watching the girls. There were discarded beer bottles and plastic cups all over the floor and the stench of alcohol loomed over everything.
About a dozen pairs of men and women were leaning against the wall making out, not seeming to care at everyone around, others were sitting on the couch playing truth or dare, it shocked me what I saw people doing.

I shuffled closer to Clay as he walked through the crowds into a kitchen/dining room where people were playing beer pong on the table. We made our way to a kitchen counter where there were ripped open, half eaten bags of junk food taking up most of the space.

As the blond satisfied his appetite with the food I wrapped my arm around his, not wanting to be away from him in this strange place. "You still sure you want to go?" He asked as he turned back to me.
I gave a small nod, "yes please, can we go home."
Clay spoke softly, "sure Georgie."

We were about to reach the door when the man who invited us here on the Wednesday spotted us. Clearly drunk he floundered over boldly and pulled his arm over Clay's shoulder, "hey Clay~" he slurred, "do ya mind if I speak to you for a moment?"
"Actually no sorry, we were just about to leave."
"Aw come on, it'll just take a minute."

Before Clay could respond he was dragged off through the depth of the crowd and I looked around nervously. This place seemed 100 times more dangerous without Clay next to me, so I looked around for a spot that no one was near and headed over there.

I leaned against a cream coloured wall quietly, shuffling further along it every time someone came close to me. After a few minutes of Clay not returning I had shuffled from one side of the large room to the other, and my foot knocked against a glass bottle of beer. Cautiously, I picked it up, and figured that one drink wouldn't hurt, my night can't really get any worse anyway.

I took a tentative sip of the drink, it was strong and bitter tasting, but I kept drinking until the whole bottle was gone. Soon after, I found a table with more bottles, I took a couple figuring they could calm my nerves.

4 bottles and 15 minutes later and the blond still hadn't returned. I tapped my foot impatiently, god where is he? Did those footballer's drag him to the United Kingdom for their private conversation or something?
I was looking glumly at the floor as I swallowed the recent mouthful of beer I'd just drunk when I saw a pair of black shoes coming towards me.

Slowly, I glanced up thinking it was the blond, but fear instantly flooded my mind as I saw it wasn't him but someone else, with 2 of his friends by his side. "I didn't know the gay pity party would be here." Nick retorted, laughing as Wilbur knocked the beer from my hands and onto the carpet.
"What do you dickheads want now? Could you fuck off cause I am kinda busy trying to be miserable in peace." The alcohol gave me an unwanted boost in confidence, it kept telling me I could easily beat them in a fight.

"Well isn't someone feeling brave tonight." Wilbur said as Zak grabbed me and pulled me into the middle of the room where a group was forming to watch us.
"If ya wanted Georgie-poo we could make you miserable instead." The shortest said when he let go of me and I fell to the floor.

The alcohol took control as I swung a punch at him, hitting Zak in the nose. He stumbled back clutching it, annoyed that I had gotten a hit on him. By now a group of drunken teens were circling us, chanting 'Fight, Fight, Fight!'
I turned to attempt a second punch, this time aimed at Wilbur, but he easily blocked it before tackling me to the floor face down. He roughly grabbed my hair and yanked it to the side so I was looking at him, "Zak, take a free hit as payback." He told his friend, who seemed happy to ablige.

But before the bully could get close another member of the football team stepped into the middle of the group, "guys stop fighting in the house." He growled, I noticed he looked similar to the man who had dragged Clay off and wondered if they were related. "If you want to fight then do it outside."
He continued before throwing Wilbur off me with ease.

I stood up shakily, and nodded thanks at the footballer, but felt annoyed that Clay wasn't here to help me instead. Still, I also felt bad that he had probably been kidnapped by the football team, besides the nice guy who helped me. I slandered back to the corner as my eyes grazed the room.
People were returning to what hey we're doing before the fight started and I still couldn't see Clay.
Someone else walked up to me, a girl who was probably 18 with golden brown hair, "hi I saw your fight." She said, looking at me as though I'd actually wanted to fight.
"Uh-thanks, but I didn't really want to fight." I replied plainly, looking her up and down.

She wore a tight white shirt and some black leggings with denim shorts over top and some dark purple shoes. The girl also wore a thin layer of makeup, but not going overboard like some of the other whores here, she only had lipstick and some pale blue eyeshadow. Her wavy golden brown hair fell down to her lower back. 

She looked really pretty and seemed nice. She stuck out her hand to mine, I took it cautiously and shook it, she introduced herself as Chloe and seemed sober. "Do you want to come hang out with me, we were just about to get a game going." She motioned over to a group of other people who seemed about her age.

"... Sure, why not?" I agreed as she lead me over to them.
"So what's your name then?" Chloe asked, she was definitely in a different grade, everyone in my year knew about me.
"George. George Davidson."
"That's a nice name, George, if I have a son that's what I wanna call him. Anyways how old are you?"
"Seventeen."

We reached her friend group who looked me up and down like I had done to Chloe earlier. "Who's this Chloe?" A girl with hazelnut coloured hair asked.
"This is George, he's 17." She introduced me.
One of her male friends quietly replied with "cute", at least I think. It was kinda hard to concentrate with the alcohol, but I blushed either way.
"Aw you made him blush." A girl with a blue hair streak and nose ring commented, making the group laugh slightly.

Chloe then spoke up, "about time we started our game don't you think?"
The group nodded around her eagerly and walked to a corner, with me practically being dragged along with them.
Cautiously I sat against the wall, trying to wrap myself in a small ball. I was feeling nervous, but the alcohol was telling me to feel excited.

"So what should we play?" A heavily tanned man who sat next to Chloe asked, looking around the group for suggestions.
"What about spin the bottle?" The nose ring girl asked, holding up an empty beer bottle. I'd never heard of that game but it sounded bad and I looked at Chloe, shaking my head slightly asking her to say no.
Chloe sighed, "we play that all the time Erin, lets do something different."
"But we've never played with new people before," Erin remarked, looking at me and smiling.

"No Erin." Chloe said sternly.
"Fine then." Erin pouted.
"What about Seven minutes in Heaven?" Another boy asked, he sat opposite me and focused his gaze on Chloe.
The look she gave me practically told me it was just as bad as the first one. But before I shook my head the guy opposite me celebrated.
"She didn't say no in the first 3 seconds. Seven minutes it is!"

"How about George goes first?" Erin suggested, looking at me intensely. The rest of the group agreed, besides Chloe who sat quietly watching.

I gulped, this felt bad. Where was Clay?
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1600 words.

(Btw just like to add that all Chloe's friend group is bisexual or pansexual).