𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. | 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

12

Clay quickly shot out of his chair when the bell went off, signaling the end of his last period before lunch. He swiftly bounded out the door, excited to finally have a break to eat.

Since Nick and his's new-found "tension", the two stopped meeting up by the bathrooms to walk to lunch together. Clay was a little bothered by it, but knew he would still be able to sit next to Nick and talk to him at lunch anyways.

The rest of the weekend went as normally to Clay, and he spent most of his time in his room. Some may call his ideal weekend of sleeping, minecraft, and just overall lounging around boring- but Clay didn't mind the simplicity of it deep down.

The blonde shut his locker- lunch bag in hand- beginning to make his way down to the lunchroom. He walked among the crowded hallway, noticeably towering over half of the student body.

Before entering the lunchroom, though, Clay quickly dove into the bathroom to use it. He swung open the bathroom door and let out a small sigh as the door close behind him, shutting out the loud chatter and replacing it with a quieter atmosphere.

Clay walked along a few of the stalls before eventually settling on one- stepping inside and shutting the squeaky door behind him. Just as he was about to use it- he head a noise from the other stall beside him.

He heard a muffled hiccup, and the silence. Clay waited a few moments more before hearing the person in the stall next to him shift, stifling out a muffled gasp for air. The blonde was instantly intrigued, completely forgetting his own need to use the restroom.

Clay almost just wanted to walk out because of the obscenity of the situation before he heard another noise- this time almost like a muted sob. He swallowed back his nerves before lightly knocking on the stall next to him.

"..Hey, is everything okay?" Clay called out, shoving his hands in his pockets. He rocked back and fourth on his feet for a bit, waiting for any sort of reply. He took his own lip between his teeth and gnawed on it, the anticipation starting to chew up at him.

"Hello?" He called out again, exiting is own stall and moving to stand in front of the stall next to him. He scratched his neck and looked down at the floor, unsure if he should still try and talk to whos inside or just leave.

His eyes flickered to the floor under the stall, revealing a pair of obnoxiously bright pair of white shoes.

"He—" Clay was cut off by the stall door quickly unlocking and opening, slightly hitting him in the face. He grabbed his cheek where the door had hit him, sucking in air though his teeth in pain.

"S-sorry!" A voice called out, a voice Clay recognized. The blonde immediately screwed his eyes open and looked towards the source from inside the stall.

"George??" Clay's voice boomed throughout the bathroom. Amidst his own faulty battle against the door, he immediately noticed blood dotting all over George's hoodie and covering his hands.

He felt waves of disgust, sadness, and anger all ripple over him when his eyes made contact with George's face, specifically his nose. It was dripping blood all down his face, being the main culprit to the blood all over himself.

Not again.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Clay reached forward, George slight recoiling. It was obvious he had been crying, but the brunette quickly wiped away the tears from his cheeks- screwing his mouth shut.

Clay noticed George's hesitance, offering him a hand instead. "Come on, do you want to go to the nurse?" The blonde asked, a strong eminent of sadness clear in his voice. George seemed a to physically cringe at the thought.