BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 73: dancing alone.

Haha felt like being somewhat evil so I decided to do this chapter.

Also thanks for 1000 followers. Holy shit my follower count is going 📈📈

Anyway, have fun suffering 😈
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Clay POV (but 4th wall breaking).

Guilt, that's all I felt when I looked George in the eyes. I mean, it wasn't completely my fault but still I only have myself to blame. How did this end up happening exactly? That's what I'm asking myself. I would tell you readers all about it but it's a long story.

Actually, why the fuck should you lot care about how long this takes, you've all waited 58 chapters for George to finally admit he was gay, and now you're on chapter 70.... 73? Really feels like it should be both longer and shorter than that.

Anyway, here's what happened.

Clay POV (just normal).

I couldn't care less about the dance. After George was injured on Wednesday, the school told him not to worry about coming to the dance. However, for every one else it was compulsory, myself included, with a punishment of 4 weeks detention for anyone who skipped.

Honestly I would have happily stayed home with the Brit cuddling in bed and watching a movie, but George didn't want me to get in trouble and pushed me out of bed to go get changed.

Strange, I would have thought he'd be desperately trying to get me to stay in bed with him, not at a dance. Maybe he wants to spend his evening reading fanfictions about minecraft youtubers, although that sounds like a boring and stupid idea.

Either way, I reluctantly agreed. Sitting up, leaving the room and going to change into some nice clothes. Then when I was done I returned to George's room only to be shooed downstairs to the car. I rolled my eyes and headed that way.

✨At the dance✨

✨And some more sparkles for the sake of sparkles✨

George definitely told Zak and Darryl to keep an eye out for me. Both were leaning against the brick wall at the schools entrance looking around for me when I arrived.

Both were going to the dance as 'friends,' but it probably wouldn't have mattered if they came out as a couple now or any point between Wednesday and today. Heck, they could have organised a big parade with them wielding gay pride flags and a sign that reads 'I'm gay and dating someone at this school!' and nobody would have cared since they were all focused on George kissing me. (They could also start making out during the dance and still nobody will care).

The pair smiled at me as we walked in, both asked about George and I answered them, telling them to ignore their concerns, then we reached the gym. When we opened the double doors I felt all eyes on me, unlike the looks everyone had been giving George they all looked sympathetic. It's because George was the one to kiss me, and I just kissed back. There was nothing I could do to stop them and so was not my fault whatsoever, that's what they'll say.

My eyes didn't want to look at any of these assholes, not when some of them hurt my boyfriend and the other 90% pretty much all wanted to sleep with me. Instead of looking at other people, I instead looked around at the decorations that covered the walls and roof and a lot had been added since Wednesday.
Streamers in different shades of blue, pink and purple were strung overhead, balloons were gathered in bunches almost everywhere and silver tinsel lined the stage. It looked incredible and I wondered how the group's managed to finish this in the span of 2 school days.

I realised a lot of people were still watching me curiously, including Zak and Darryl, all of them wondering what I would do. Dancing didn't seem intriguing, neither did talking, so I decided to just stay in the corner as much as possible and Darryl and Zak followed after me as I left, (probably had orders from George to make sure I stay at the dance and 'enjoy myself' and don't get the chance to sneak off).

Everyones eyes were still on me and I regretted coming instantly, 'why didn't I just skip this dumbass dance and deal with detention, probably less people trying to get me to date them there' that's what I was thinking.

Darryl and Zak both just hung around in the nearby proximity, and I felt bad that they were wasting their time hanging around me. When a new dance song started playing I pushed the pair out onto the dance-floor and away from the wall and myself. They turned back, looking slightly confused but I just shooed them away with a quick flick of my wrist.
"Go dance. I promise I won't leave." I told the pair, who gave small nods in response before turning towards the dance floor.

Maybe that was a dumb decision on my part, now I was alone. No people to hide behind, no-one to tell girls looking for a dance to go fuck themselves, and nobody to keep me company. With nothing better to do, I sighed and trudged over to the table of drinks, taking a big red plastic cup and filling it with coke, one of the only things they offered that I liked.
In between long Eger sips of the refreshing liquid I watched my friends dance, each completely out of rhythm and making fools of themselves but neither seemed to care.

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see a group of students, both girls and boys smiling at me, a lot of them I recognised as cheerleaders, and sports players.
"Hey, do you want to come dance with our group Clay?" The girl who tapped my shoulder asked.
Say no, say no, don't say anything other than no.
"Sure" I felt like I wasn't in control of myself and then I shrugged my shoulders slightly, "there is no harm in it I guess."

For a few hours, we danced randomly as a variety of different songs came on. With their group I danced to a lot of the songs, especially pop music, however me and the other boys in the group just stood to the sides during the love songs, not wanting to get all sappy with a girl when I had a boyfriend at home.

Although, the entire time I felt my mind fogging over, as though I'd consumed alcohol and according to some conversations I had. A group of football players sat in a circle of plastic chairs and talked by the drinks table, I heard one guy claim he spiked the drinks, but at the time I wasn't to sure if it was the truth or a bluff to impress someone.

Eventually a girl walked up to me, it was just past 9:30 (ten minutes until the dance was over) and she asked me to dance to the last song for couples this evening (as the DJ claimed) reached its climax. My brain was in a haze and must have mushed up some words and rearranged them because if I was sober I would have said no.

Before I knew it, my hands were on her hips and her arms were dangling gingerly over my shoulders. Her name was Emma, she had long hair tied in a plat which was strawberry blond, and was really artsy as well as being a cheerleader. I watched as she smiled brightly and talked to me, swaying side to side gently as we danced to the music. Then at the end of the song I watched her leaning closer to me, before kissing me on the lips.

You know how when a venomous snake bites you somebody else can suck out the poison? That's what she did.
The kiss she placed on my lips sucked away the poison, the alcohol disappeared out of my body and my eyes widened, instantly pushing away. But it was too late.
People were watching me, watching me like they had been all night and there was a camera, it had snapped a quick photo. Lucky for them it'll be front cover material.

Without looking back at the girl I turned and walked out of the hall. Then drove slowly along the roads, regretting everything that happened. Leaving George, going to the dance, agreeing to dance with Emma.

I sighed, wanting to turn back time and undo it all. And I knew I had to tell George, he'll understand, right? I mean I helped him when he was about to do something really stupid while drunk, except now I'm drunk. And I did end up doing the stupid thing, and there's photo evidence.

I headed upstairs to my room and got changed before heading to George's, he was asleep and curled in a ball. Guilt instantly swarmed me when I saw the brunette tangled under a blanket and I let a tear roll down my cheek before turning away from the room.

Without a second thought I laid myself down on the bed. George shouldn't have to put up with me tonight.
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