Limerence

Chapter seventeen

"George!" Karl exclaimed, grabbing George by the shoulders. He shook the brunette, finanlly bringing George out of his trance. George looked at him confused. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I—" he looked back at the entrance, but he didn't see Dream anywhere.

Did he imagine it?

No. There was no way.

"Karl, could you get George some water?" Dave asked in his characteristic monotonous voice.

"Yeah, sure." the advisor left leaving the three men alone.

"George?" Dave called. "Who was that man?"

"What?" he froze at his friend's question.

"You looked like you saw a ghost." Wilbur added.

"So, who is it George? Is it the guy that stabbed you?"

"No." he said quickly. "It wasn't him."

"Then, who is it?" Dave insisted.

"I-I"

"Dave, he looks like he is about to pass out." Wilbur mentioned when he saw George become paler than he already was.

"Bring him a chair." the pink-haired ordered.

Wilbur left and Dave grabbed George's wrist with force.

"George. I need you to tell me who he is. It's just us."

George looked at him and resigned. He knew his friend wasn't going to give up and besides, he trusted him.

"He is my exboyfriend." the brunette whispered closing his eyes. "Please don't say anything."

"I-I won't." Dave stuttered surprised at what his friend said. "Do you want to get some air or something?" the pink-haired questioned not knowing what to do.

In other circunstances, George would have thought that it was cute his friend's lack of experience.

"Yes. Please."

It was too crowded and he wasn't ready to face his other two friends that were going to ask him questions he didn't want to answer.

He had to get out of there.

"I'll cover you. Don't worry." Dave offered.

George was thankful he had Dave as a friend. He knew he wasn't going to keep pushing George into telling him what happened with Dream.

He gave Dave a fond smile and practically ran to the entrance. He did his best trying not to stumble with any of the guest. He was almost at the door when someone grabbed his arm with force.

"Where do you think you are going?" a voiced behind him inquired. He turned around to see The King with a furious look in his face.

"Your Majesty" George stuttered, bowing at the man. "I'm feeling a little unwell, I just wanted to get some air."

"I don't care if you are dying, you are not going anywhere." the man ordered harshly, tightening his grip around his arm. George winced and swallowed a wimp that wanted to come out of his throat.

"Is there anything wrong?" Prince Clayton asked appearing out of nowhere. He frown an eyebrow at his father, without deigning to turn to see George.

"Your Highness." George bowed again, feeling pain in his arm when he moved, but didn't make any noise.

"Tell you fucking advisor to go back to the party and do his job." The King spat, finally releasing his grip from George's arm. The brunette couldn't help to make a sound of relief, bringing his opposite hand to the arm that hurt.