BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 63: candy 🍬

Before I start this chapter I'd just like to say.

This is a petition to have Pillow and Windowsill become terms more commonly used in the bedroom of someone with a social life (so anyone not reading this right now).
Pillow: person who gets slept on.
Windowsill: person who sleeps on a pillow (usually the bottom in sex).

Comment to sign the petition.
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Clay POV.

Mr Phallus told everybody that in our last period classes we'd get the cards which had been sold in the school shop since this morning, but I underestimated how many would be sent to me by the girls who were obsessed with me.
My pile of cards in light pinks, purples and every shade in between as were at least 3 times bigger than the rest of the classes stacks combined. Each one was sent by a different girl in George's year, and occasionally the other years that were surrounding it (seeing as none of them knew I was actually 19).

Curious glances came from everyone as they saw a pile with at least 80 letters, probably more, at my feet.

I instantly felt bad for George. He'd watch me get these everyday until the dance, or until we came out as a couple seeing as the girls at school usually backed off of guys in a relationship.

On the brightside, each of the cards came with chocolate or a lollipop or a small bag of gummy hearts or other sweets.

Everyone watched as I gathered up the gifts and pulled them into my bag before the bell rang. The brunette and I headed out of the class with Darryl and Zak in front of us. We headed to the lockers then all headed out to the car park where both mine and Zak's cars were waiting.

We drove to our house and sat on the couch in the brunette's room with a steaming hot drink in front of all four of us. I had my school bag, which was still filled with the love letters, sitting at my feet and then watched as George quickly swiped it away and emptied everything that was inside of the bag onto the carpeted floor.

The brunette began shifting through the bags contents, moving all the cards into one pile and the candy into another. Zak, Darryl and I watched, each with an eyebrow raised as he held the cards. George stood looking over the soppy words on the cover, sometimes opening the card and reading the words written inside.

Then, when he'd read through them all, or at least as many as he could be interested in, he held all the cards in one large stack before dumping them in the fireplace.
We all watched as he struck a match and dropped it onto the pile, then as his eyes gleamed eagerly as they burned into ash.

"That seemed like it was slightly overdramatic." I said to the Brit, "you could have just dropped them in the bin and I'm sure it would have had a similar effect."
"Not a chance" George replied, leaning against me, "you could just read it later."
"Are you going to burn those too?" Zak asked, pointing at the pile of candy on the ground,"cause I can take it off your hands if you want."
"No way." I glared at the ravenette before turning to the brunette, "if you try and burn my candy then I throw you in the fire."

He giggled and leaned into me, "I won't touch your food. I promise."
"Good." I replied as I placed a kiss on his forehead.
"At least if you throw George in the fire your boyfriend will finally be hot." Zak pointed out.

I let out a laugh and George elbowed me to get me to shut up. Darryl was busy giving Zak a death glare for his previous sentence.

✨Time skip✨

Zak and Darryl left, and now it just left the two of us, we were both sitting on the bed and watching TV. George, being the annoying asshole that he is, stole all of the candy which should rightfully belong to me, (and by rightfully mine I meant given to me by a bunch of hormonal teenage girls who think I have a crush on them).

And honestly there was a larger variety of candies than I first thought. There were sherbet hearts, strawberry gum, gummies, lollipops, chocolate hearts and more. All of which were being scoffed by the brunette as though that pile was the last food on earth.
He sat with the food out of my reach and didn't let me have any, currently George was sitting with a lollipop in his mouth.

"Can I please have some, after all they were given to me." I asked, leaning closer to him and resting my head against his shoulder.
"No. These were given to my boyfriend and so now they have been confiscated by me." He took a chocolate heart and plopped it into his mouth, refusing to make eye-contact with me.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the movie we were watching, although my eyes kept trailing back over to the candy. What gives my boyfriend the right to steal my candy which I was gifted by a bunch of lovestruck girls who want me to take them to a school dance.

Maybe, I could get the chance to steal some of it back from him. I watched as he unwrapped another lollipop and stuck it in his mouth. Even with his attention focused on the TV and the lollipop it felt like he was guarding the food like Smaug guarded his gold in the Hobbit.

At the sight of all of the candy I felt extremely hungry, and reached out to grab one just to have George slap my hand away. "Please Georgie." I gave him a pleading look before glancing over to the pile of candy which was significantly smaller than it had been when I got home (blame George's ginormous greedy ass).

The brunette glanced over at me and smirked, although he knew that if he got too cocky I could easily overpower him however, he seemed to want to test me. "Pillows can't eat" George replied with a simple shrug, "sorry but I don't make the rules."
"Fine then" I pushed him backwards onto the bed and laid across his chest, pinning him down under my weight. "Now you are the pillow so you can't eat Georgie."

I planted a gentle kiss onto his lips before grabbing what was rightfully mine. Sadly, and annoyingly enough my boyfriend's pitiful expression convinced me to give him the occasional treat. That didn't stop me from making him eat it while I was still on top of him.

Soon the pile was gone and I finally released the brunette from underneath me by rolling over to lay beside him on the double bed. He reclaimed his usual position with his head on my chest as a pillow and smiled up at me. "Tomorrow I get all the chocolates those whores give you."
I rolled my eyes in response, "not a fucking chance Georgie."
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