BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 70: rumours

George POV.

I widened my smirk after hearing her words, still not controlling myself as I turned to Clay and smiled. Then in a swift movement I grabbed the blond and pulled him into a long passionate kiss in front of the group. At first he seemed shocked but much to the group's (and my) suprise he didn't try and push me away, just allowing us to stay there for a few minutes before pulling our lips apart.

Our eyes lingered on eachother, as I seemingly felt myself regain control of my body. Then we turned away from eachother, both blushing as the group of girls gawked at us. Darryl and Zak both seemed amused at their expressions.

"Greg what the hell you just assaulted
him." One girl claimed, trying to rush to Clay's side protectively.
The blond beside me rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms over my shoulders, "who the fuck says George assaulted me when I'm the one who usually does that to him."

All the girls practically tilted their heads in confusion, a skinny brunette with pasty white skin and freckles dotted over her face spoke up, "so you're gay, Clay?"
"Mhm" he hummed, pulling me closer to him and kissing my forehead, causing me to flush a bright red.

My mind immediately started to clear and I grew embarrassed, realising that I had just exposed myself and Clay. Although, the blond didn't seem to mind, I did.

Is it possible to turn back time and undo all of this? Take it all back, make them forget we were together.
Maybe I could use all of my money to hire a guy to build me a time machine, take us back about 5 minutes and break my arm so that I get sent home and never kiss Clay. Although they'd have to be strong enough to stop the blond from breaking their arm immediately after.

All of the girls were starting to look at both of us with disgusted expressions. Probably thought that this was some kind of disease, typical basic ass white girls. I rolled my eyes at the thought, Clay seemed to realise they were thinking the same things.

"Is there a problem?" He asked the girls who were all staring.
"You just kissed a boy Clay" one said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, I know. Is there a problem with that?" The blond asked again.
"Yes. It's unnatural and wrong, and why him of all people he's pathetic." She continued, her painted nails pointing at me as she spoke.
Clay opened his mouth to defend me but I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, signalling for him to drop it.

Darryl and Zak took our silence as their cues to step in, "guys, ignore those two muffinheads and let's just finish setting up for the school dance."
Zak nodded in agreement with his boyfriend, "yeah. Who cares if Clay and George are gay, it's nobody's business except theirs. And I don't blame either of them, dealing with you assholes would have put me off girls too if I was in their situation." The ravenette mumbled the second sentence.

The girls nodded and returned to their work, but kept sending glances at Clay. This time however, they weren't the looks that 8 year olds give their crush, but a look of concern, as though Clay was in danger and they needed to care for him to make him better.

Honestly this school is full of homophobes.

✨Time skip✨

We'd all been dismissed, been sent to lunch by a teacher who seemed impressed with the work we'd done. Well, most of us were dismissed. He asked for Clay, Zak and Darryl to help set up the stage, then he being the gigantic dickhead that he is sent me out of the gym.

Apparently news of me and Clay kissing spread throughout the school in mere minutes, everyone was whispering a bunch of stories,

"Did you hear that some weird kid in our year turned Clay gay?"

"Apparently George... yeah the billionaire's son... apparently he's paying the football player to date him."

"George can turn anybody gay by kissing them, just look what he did to Clay."

All of these weird ass rumours were obviously bull shit, but my school was stupid enough to believe it.

I couldn't be bothered dealing with any of them at the moment so I began walking to a spot where I could always be alone. The library. If the blond needs me then he should know where I'll be but I'm just going to sit and read by myself.

Luckily for me in order to get from the gym to the library I had to walk through the lockers that belong to a bunch of the tall, strong, fast sports players. I gulped when I looked down the hallway and saw them all crowding around their lockers, being loud and boisterous as they pushed past eachother to grab their stuff.

And me, being me, easily got noticed by them.

Like the rest of the school they'd heard the rumours, and although the sports teams all pretty much hated eachother, they'd unite to beat up anything that annoyed them.

George POV (but 4th wall breaking.)

This is where I'm convinced I live in some kind of soap opera, or a fanfiction, seeing as how I always end up in shit like this.

Right now any person who wanted to waste time reading or watching a show about my boring life is probably judging how common this is. How the weak, small protagonist gets cornered by a bunch of bullies and/or bad guys. Then, judging by every fanfiction I've read, the love interest will come in and defend them, and that's when the two realise it's ♥️true love♥️ between the two of us.

Honestly, if Clay shows up and manages to beat them all off to 'protect me' I will probably just break up with that Pillow looking ass.

Unfortunately for me, and anyone who wants to see mine and the blonds relationship flourish, this is the wrong half of the chapter or episode for you.
Just come back at next season or something.
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