Silence || Dreamnotfound Omegaverse

Chapter Eleven: Hangout

George POV 

A month has passed since the sleepover at Clay's house. School is starting to lose the euphoria that it always seems to have at the beginning of the year; where you are still unsure whether summer is actually over and you feel like you're in a dream when in a classroom.

Homework is no longer the easy, autopilot assignments, we are now starting to get into new subjects instead of reviewing everything we forgot over the summer.

I've started to join in with the after-school hangouts that I had been trying to avoid at the beginning of the year. They are actually quite enjoyable, I'm not sure why I was so hell-bent on missing them.

Clay and I haven't really spoken about his issues beyond the car ride that happened a while ago. I think we both decided that it would be better if we just enjoyed each other's company, regardless of the circumstances.

Speaking of Clay, I've run into another problem regarding him and being in his company.

I can't stand being around him.

Well, that's not true. In fact, that is the exact opposite of the truth, because I love being around him. I savor every second that we are together in that tiny café. It's starting to become the thing that gets me through the school day.

Something I've noticed with Clay is that he likes consistency. He orders the same thing every day when we go to the café, and he enjoys it so much every time. I've memorized his order to the point where I almost ordered it instead of my own.

Iced chai tea and an everything bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon lox on top.

Not a complicated meal, but unique enough where I could never order that without getting a few weird remarks from Nick and Alex.

And this is the problem. I shouldn't be so excited when I'm with him, that's not normal for friends.

Every time he so much as looks at me, he makes my body feel like it's on fire, burning me from the inside out until my skin is radiating heat. My stomach erupts in raging butterflies, almost making me dizzy.

I hate it.

I love it.

I hate that I love it.

I try and say that it is just my omega body reacting to being in the presence of an alpha; that it's nothing more than instincts. I try to convince myself that the feelings that haunted me for so long aren't returning. I try to reason that my entire miserable time in England wasn't a waste of tears, trying to get over a boy I thought I would never see again.

But here I am. Falling for the same boy that stole my heart all those years ago. The same boy that accidentally broke me when I was forced to leave. The same boy that is a mere shell of who he used to be but still managed to get me to fall for him.

God, I'm pathetic aren't I?

To make matters even more difficult, Clay is currently sitting across from me in the large booth at the café, both of us squished to the wall as the other three boys talk animatedly about zombie apocalypses.

"Ok ok but what if we weren't friends and we met on the road, would you blast my brains out?" Alex asks.

"Only if you were annoying," Karl teases but falling into a fit of giggles, leaning his head on Nick's shoulder. The rest of us can't help but smile, Karl's laugh is just too contagious.

"I feel like Clay would be ruthless, he wouldn't care about anyone other than himself," Nick says.

Clay's face turns to a confused frown, his hands shooting up from his lap to defend himself.