BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 35: couple

George POV.

"Well because you two are a couple of course."

I dropped the knife and fork in my hands and let them clutter to the floor, my mouth making an 'o' shape. Beside me Clay almost choked on his drink and both of our eyes widened slightly.

For some reason I've always hated it when someone made a wrong assumption about me. It makes me feel bad if I correct them because I don't want them to get embarrassed, then again if I didn't say anything and my mother and father found they were wrong that might make them feel worse.

My eyes shifted over to the blond, who was about to speak up, "we are not dating." He said, causing my parents to give us both curious looks.
"Then what was that last night." My father asked us.
This was not something I wanted to speak up during so I took a large sip of water and just held it in my mouth, ignoring the fact that water was running in thin streaks down my chin and into my shirt.

I gave Clay an apologetic look and let him do the talking. "Well..." He paused for a moment to decide what to say, "George begged me to sleep in the same bed as him because he was lonely last night."
The blond shot me a smug look as my father shifted his somewhat stern gaze over to me. Before he could say anything however my mother spoke up, "awww, my little Georgie-Worgie was scared last night that's so cute."

As those words left her mouth I died from embarrassment, on the inside and outside, god she can be so fucking humiliating.
I heard Clay let out a small Snickers as I turned to glare at him, I was about to open my mouth to argue when my dad spoke up. "I don't mind whatever freaky stuff you have going on with Clay just no sex until you are at least 20."

My face grew redder and Clay let out a laugh while also having his face turning pink. "You both are the worst, I swear it wasn't like that." I said looking from the blond to my father.
Then I stood and quietly left the room before anything else could be said. I grabbed the keys to the Ferrari and went to sit in my usual spot in the passenger seat and wait for the blond.

Clay POV.

After George walked off I sat awkwardly with his parents, they saw us sleeping together and obviously assumed we are dating or something. This was so uncomfortable with me just sitting and wondering what to do, should I say something or just eat in silence.
I decided to just go find George, after standing and giving his parents a polite nod I left the room.

From the dining room you get a clear view of the stairs and I didn't see the Brit go up them meaning he was on the first floor somewhere. I sent him a text asking where he was but he didn't respond so I began checking through rooms, eventually working my way half way round the first floor and heading into the garage.

A small figure could be seen slumping over in the passenger seat of the Ferrari with their head burried in their hands, it was clearly him. I walked over to the slightly tinted windows on his side of the car and knocked gently on it. George looked over to me before shifting his gaze to the window and slowly lowering it before glancing back over to me again.

"Are you ok Georgie?" I asked him with a concerned expression.
"I'm fine." He replied, although I could tell he wasn't.
I headed over to the drivers seat and sat down opposite him, not making eye contact "is it because your parents assumed we were dating?"
From the corner of my eyes I saw him give a small nod, "I didn't realise I was that bad." I said with a smile but a sad look in my eyes.
The brunette let out a brief laugh and shook his head, "it's not you Clay... it's just my parents make everything awkward... I-I could never hate my pillow."

I smiled and he leaned his head against my shoulder, we sat there for a moment in content silence before I spoke up again, "hey windowsill..."
"You call me George, nothing else. I call you pillow. Got it?"
He gave me glare as I continued, "well Georgie, do you want to go get something to eat? you didn't actually eat any of your pancakes."

George POV.

Clay asked me the question and I nodded in response, with my head still resting in his shoulder. We were about to leave when I mumbled something, it was only meant to be for myself to hear but the blond heard it anyway, "I can't be bothered going to fucking school today."
"What was that Georgie?" The blond asked as he reversed the car out of the garage and onto the driveway.
"Nothing pillow." I replied.
"Talk if you want food Georgie."

I sent him a glare before talking, only now realising how hungry I was. "I said that I can't be bothered going to fucking school today."
"Well that's not something we can do Georgie, now let's go get some food."

An hour passed and we were now sitting in class , not that I could focus. My mind kept jumping from one thing to another during first and second period. Being signed up as a cheerleader, sleeping with Clay, and now my parents thinking that I was dating the blond. As if, I would never date him.

Clay must have noticed me zoning out because when the teacher left to grab something he nudged me slightly with his elbow, "you ok Georgie, you look... distracted."
All I did in return was a shrug.
"The hell does that mean? I need words cause I don't speak shrugs." He gave me a stern but questioning look.

"I am perfectly fine Pillow." I growled at him in the most unbelievable tone imaginable.
The blond rolled his eyes, "if you say so Georgie."

Clay POV.

What is upsetting him so much? I wondered, but before I had the chance to ask him the teacher walked into the class.
I sighed, deciding to persue him for answers later.
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