I'll Never Forget

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TW's:
-Homophobia

Clay's POV

My heart broke when I saw George walking in the hallways with red eyes and a pale face. I knew it was my fault that he had cried and his eyes lit up when he saw me walking by. He walked to me and smiled. 'Clay! How is school today?'

'I'm going home for training.'

George nodded slowly and a sad look filled his eyes. 'Are you free Sunday?'

I shrugged. 'I will let you know.'

George was on the verge of tears rolling down his face and he wanted to say something, but he shook his head. 'I understand.'

He stared at his hands and started walking away slowly. I bit my lip to fight against my tears and walked to the bike storage, going home again. I didn't want to be mean to George, but I had to. I stared at the bracelet around my wrist and sighed.

George thought I forgot about our kiss, but I absolutely didn't. I even still had feelings for him and not a little either. I just couldn't show it, my parents and my teammates would hate me and I couldn't just avoid them. I saw them every day for hours a day since I trained thirty hours a week.

Honestly I didn't like football as much as I did before. I still liked it, but it was way too much. I missed the times where I only trained two times a week, I missed the times with George.

I sighed and cycled home quickly, throwing my bike down in the garden. I entered my house, running upstairs to change into my sports clothes. I quickly ate something, packed the stuff I needed and sat down on the couch since I had ten minutes free time.

I saw my dad walking in the kitchen and he came towards me, standing in front of me.

'Six hours today, right?'

I nodded slowly and looked back at my phone.

'Hello, I'm talking to you.'

'Hi.'

'Look at me when I speak to you.'

I looked up for a second and looked back down immediately.

'Have you seen George today?'

'Yeah.'

'Did you speak to him?'

'Shortly.'

'You know we don't want you to have any form of contact with him anymore. You have to focus on football and not him. Why are you even wearing that stupid bracelet still? He wore the same one, didn't he? Do you have something together?'

'He's my friend,' I said, rolling my eyes. Luckily they had never figured out that we had kissed multiple times.

I was sick of my dad and stood up, grabbing my bag. 'I'm going.'

'Good luck.'

I nodded shortly and walked to the door, slamming it behind me. I started walking to the football field and sat down in the changing room. There were a few boys already here too and I stared at my hands, playing with the bracelet again.

One of the boys, Noah, sat down next to me and he stared at the bracelet around my wrist. 'Why are you always wearing it?' he asked me with a smile. 'I don't mean to be rude, I'm just wondering.'

I smiled and looked down at my hands. 'It's a promise I made with someone.'

'What was the promise?'

'To never forget them and the moments we've shared together.'

Noah nodded and smiled. 'Good things?'

I nodded and felt my face heat up slightly. I replayed the kiss between George and me again and felt my stomach fill up with butterflies. Noah smiled at me. 'Do you want to talk about it?'

I smiled and shrugged. 'I had my first kiss with them and I never kissed anyone else. We promised to stay together forever, I only don't see h-them a lot anymore.'

Noah nodded. 'You're wearing it for so long. How long ago was it?'

'Our kiss was at twelve, but we liked each other since we were nine. I miss them.'

Noah nodded. 'Do you still see them?'

I shrugged. 'Barely.'

'Who do you still see?' Brian suddenly asked me as he looked at us.

'Oh, no one. We were talking about something.'

'About what?'

'Nothing that you have to know,' I muttered.

'I heard it anyway, you talked about your first kiss being on your twelfth.'

I nodded slowly. 'That's correct.'

'Who was it?'

'You don't know them.'

'Why do you use "them"?'

'Oh, I just do that without thinking about it. You don't know her.'

'Just tell me her name then.'

'I don't want to, just leave me alone.'

I nervously started playing with the bracelet again and Brian grinned. 'Weird that I know someone else with that bracelet.'

TW HOMOPHOBIA

My face heated up and I stood up to walk away, but my shoulders got grabbed. 'Was your first kiss with a boy?' Brian asked with a mean laugh on his face.

I rolled my eyes at him. 'No, it wasn't. Now leave me alone and just go to the field, idiot.'

'You're gay, aren't you?'

'I'm not.'

'Clay, I don't want to figure out that I've been training with a gay guy.'

'Even if I would be gay, I wouldn't like you.'

'So you admit?'

'I don't admit to anything, I'm not gay. It's that simple.'

'Why don't you want to tell us who your first kiss was then?'

'Because you don't know them and you aren't close to me either. I don't have to tell anything to you if I don't want to.'

'Then you're gay.'

'I'm not gay when I don't tell you who my first kiss was, dumbass.'

Brian nodded. 'Sure, but just remember that you won't be having an amazing time training here anymore when you're gay.'

'Good that I'm not gay then, huh?'

TW OVER

I saw everyone in the changing room look at me and I sighed loudly, turning around just to smash the door in their faces. I ran to the field and started running around already. I was so sick of football and my teammates, I missed George so much.

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Summary:
Brian is telling Clay that he won't be having a good time if he's gay and Clay denies everything