BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 65: Neighbourhood.

I am just writing this chapter to pass the time, since I am currently sitting up late, eating birthday cake and waiting for the lunar eclipse and blood moon (visible for the first time in 39 years).

Anyways enjoy reading.
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Clay POV.

"Clay. You shouldn't go" the Brit said for the fiftieth time today, "they hate you and are evil. They'll probably throw you in a pot of boiling oil and cook you for their dinner."
I rolled his eyes in response, "Georgie, I'm sure you are overreacting. Just ask Zak, he used to hang out with them and would agree with me and say that you are just being crazy."

I turned to look at the ravenette for confirmation. "To be honest I agree with George over you Clay." His eyes stayed practically emotionless as he spoke, and Darryl's eyes widened from his spot leaning against Zak. My eyes widened along with his.
"See Clay. Just don't go. Tell them you feel like you're gonna throw up and that you'd rather go home and sleep instead of going and doing work at Wilbur's house."

The look in George's eyes desperately said that he wanted me to stay with him and not go to Wilbur's house with him and Nick. In the brunette's opinion (along with Darryl and Zak's opinions) going to their house was like walking into a cage full of lions.
Or into the den of 2 fire-breathing dragons the size of the empire state building who haven't eaten in 3 hundred years that liked the taste of Pillows who left their cuddle buddy, as George described it.

"Guy's. I promise I'll be fine. If it makes you feel better Georgie I'll have your contact open on my phone to call you the second that anything happens. Okay?"
Finally the brunette agreed, "fine. But don't stay at their's past five."
"Okay mum." I replied sarcastically and the rest of the group let out a chorus of small laughs.

✨Time skip✨

"So you're gonna drive there yourself, George has probably given you his fleas and I don't want any of those in my new car." Nick spoke as I turned back and saw my friend group give me a sympathetic smile. They all hopped into Zak's car with him and Darryl in the front and George in the back.

I figured arguing with Nick and Wilbur in the first 2 minutes about George would be a waste of energy, since even if I begged them to stop they never would. They both climbed into Nick's GMC Sierra and started the engine as I climbed into the Ferrari.

The Sierra was out on the street by the time the Ferrari had started, I would have lost them in traffic if it weren't for the red lights. Although I probably would have been just fine if they did leave.

Either way, I managed to follow them to a shabby neighbourhood, both cars looked out of place seeing as George and Nick both came from wealthier areas and families.

We stopped in front of a bunch of small apartments and I felt slightly bad for Wilbur.
He was living in a similar set of apartments to the one I was living in before I moved in with George when I started the job. In fact, this was probably only a 15 minute walk away from my house. He lead us up a narrow staircase to the third floor and with great force, pushed open the door with his shoulder.

Inside was a small main room. Shaggy brown carpet, mattered leather couch with rips all over, a small TV and a half empty bookshelf blanketed in dust decorated the half of the room dubbed 'the living room.' A small kitchen with a fridge, sink and about a square foot of counter space made up the other half of the room.

The Brit took us both into a small bedroom, he and Nick instantly took the bed and I sat myself down at a desk. I placed my laptop on the desk and unlocked it before clicking on the document that Mr Phallus sent our group.
"Do either of you have any suggestions for what to do for the dance?" I asked them.

"Nope." Nick replied. I didn't expect either of them to actually contribute but I knew I'd just get even more annoyed if I didn't ask. They'll just get in trouble for not doing the work.
I rolled my eyes and turned to the computer before beginning to type up some ideas I'd been thinking of throughout the day.

The pairs eyes were burning into my back as I typed, and they spent the next half hour whispering to eachother while I worked. The hairs on my arms and neck were standing up, it felt like they were going to sneak up behind me and knock me unconscious with a lead pipe or something like you see done in movies.

It took me ages to get one page of ideas down seeing as how it felt that someone was about to murder me.

George POV.

Zak and Darryl were powering their way through the project, I felt like they'd get more than enough done today. I however, ended up doing absolutely nothing. Instead I was thinking about the blond.

What if something happens to him and he calls me but his phone is dead. What if Nick and Wilbur hurt him and he keeps quiet about it like I did for years. What if something already has happened to him and he couldn't get to his phone.

These thoughts kept plaguing my mind while the other two worked. It felt weird being worried about Clay, it always was the other way around. I'd be trying to live my normal life with him two steps behind me making sure I was safe.

My eyes kept darting over to the phone and picking it up, checking to see if I had missed any texts or calls from the blond.

"Calm down George" the ravenette said as he glanced away from the computer and up at me, "I'm sure if something was going to happen to Clay it would have already happened. Plus I'm sure he could beat both of those assholes to a fucking pulp."
Darryl instinctively muttered "language Geppy" to his boyfriend, although we could both tell he didn't mind us insulting the two bullies.

My phone vibrated twice in my hand and I glanced down to see what it was for.

Clay had sent me a text.
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