BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 26: prank

George POV.

It was now Sunday, Clay had agreed to be on the football team and we'd both finished our time in detention. We talked to Techno and Shlatt most days and despite being some of the school 'bad boys' they both actually seemed really nice.

I woke up at about 2 in the afternoon, last night Clay and I had gotten into an argument over who was better at Minecraft. So, like the mature responsible people we are, we stayed up till 5 in the morning playing Minecraft in my room to see who was better. We switched between playing minigames on servers to a survival world and then to speedrunning the game. And he, suprisingly, was better than me.

The blond was asleep on the couch by the large TV, and I was laying on the bed, but I clearly remembered having fallen asleep in front of the screen so he must have moved me.

I grabbed a black t-shirt and denim shorts from the wardrobe and then went and had a shower, but he still hadn't woken up. Maybe I could be a bitch and wake him up with a refreshing squirt from a water gun. That would be a good idea. Or I could get sharpie and draw on his face.

Nah, I won't do the second option.

We had an indoor pool which I ran down to on the first floor. My bare feet hurting slightly as I ran at max speed along the hard tiled floor of the room towards a crate full of pool noodles, different shapes floaties and lilos and most importantly water guns. I grabbed a plain yellow and orange one... or was it like and orange? ... Doesn't matter, the gun I grabbed was a simple one that fired a thin stream of water which only flew out a foot or 2.

I returned upstairs where Clay was still asleep and filled up the water gun with cold tap water from the ensuite bathroom sink (I am not gross enough to have George squirt Dream with toilet water). Then returned and took aim at the blond.

The second after the cold water hit his face he bolted up, and the cold water made the sharpie moustache I drew smudge a bit over his face, because I lied earlier when I said I wouldn't do anything with a sharpie.

"George! The hell was that about?" He asked, clearly angry after being woken up.
I shrugged slightly as I sat on the bed cross-legged. "Decided to wake you up, you smelt like you needed a shower so I helped."
"Rude." Clay muttered under his breath. The blond stood up and looked over at me, "what time is it anyway?"
"About two thirty-ish." I responded as I pulled out my phone and subtly took a photo of him with a thick, black, sharpie moustache on his face.

"Ok then I'm heading for the shower." He left the room to go to his own bathroom. About half a minute passed when Clay must have walked into his ensuite and noticed the moustache and he screamed out my name in a furious blond rage.

I stifled a laugh as I walked out of my room, through the hallway and leaned against the door frame to his room where the door to his ensuite bathroom was still open. "Is there a problem Clay?" I asked in the most innocent voice I could manage without bursting out laughing.
He must have wiped off that moustache with a wet towel or something, he's gonna be real pissed when he realised I had a photo of him, and he was glaring at me furiously. "Once I've had a shower I'm going to get payback for you doing that asshole!" He growled, as I giggled childishly, "you have about 8 minutes to run before I get you."

He didn't need to say that twice. Before he could do anything else I ran off down the hallway, suddenly terrified for my life. Clay brags about being the best at hide and seek and that he can find people almost instantly but I still decided to hide from him either way.

I made my way back to the indoor pool and crept cautiously over the tile floor, before ducking behind a large potted fern. This was far from the best hiding place in this room, but it was close to the door for a quick escape and large enough so that if he wasn't looking carefully he may walk right past me. Plus if all else fails I could just push him in the pool.

Quietly, I nestled into my corner and listed as muffled voices and distant footsteps walked up and down the hall outside of the room.

Clay POV.

Ok, George was gonna get it. That trickster thinks he can just draw on my face and get away with it? Well he's fucking wrong!

I stepped out of the ensuite wearing a hoodie and jeans and walked into the hall before heading downstairs onto the first floor to look for him. From my 2 weeks of living here I found out that the halls on the first floor were more of a maze then the other 3 floors.

The halls were as busy as usual, which was not busy. But the occasional cleaner ran past to go and dust something or vacuum and I nodded politely to then as I did. I tried to draw as little attention to myself as I could because if George didn't hear me coming his guard wouldn't be raised as high and he would be easier to catch. Or that's at least how I used to find people from experience.

I checked into every room. My eyes traced over every detail in each room looking for a little slither of movement to catch my attention. Or hear the smallest quiver in a breath to deduct if there was someone in this room just out of sight.
Yep, my parents always used to say I went full on hunter mode whenever playing a childhood game like hide and seek, especially as I got older and therefore more competitive.

After 15 minutes of walking the vast hallways I reached a set of double doors which I cautiously opened. The room was a large indoor pool including plants, crystal clear water, a couple of slides and diving boards and even lie on one of the dozens of types of floaties and lilos.
My eyes had to look over the room several times, as the first time I was just focusing on the sleek but grand modern design of this room, the third time I looked for real and that's when I saw it...
The movement behind a potted giant fern. The movement of someone with brunette hair and a black t-shirt.

George.
Told you that I was the best at hide and seek.
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1159 words.

Also, here is a small part from my newest story Actors which is also a DNF story.

I did as Clay asked then watched as he slowly reached his hands around either side of my neck and securing the emerald necklace in place. It wasn't as heavy as I thought it would be and I looked up at the actor with confusion evident in my eyes.
"It's just a little gift, something for you to remember tonight by." His voice was soft as he examined the jewelry hanging around my neck.
"But it's 25 million, I couldn't take that much off of you." My hands flew around to the clasp holding the necklace in place and tried fumbling with it take it off, but was stopped when he placed his hands over my own.
"I don't care how much the necklace costs George, I want you to have it."