I hate you . || enemies to lovers ; DNF

Chapter 17

"Hey." Clay's mom said as he walked out of the office, nose red and eyes puffy.

"Hi. Lets go." He said quietly. His mom nodded. It was so awkward, Dream hated the tension in the air, anyone could notice it-- It wasn't just him.

"Drista's in the car." His mom said, leading them out of the building. Dream didn't even want to ask why, he just wanted to go home. "You're off the football team. You almost got expelled but Wilbur saved you. You better thank him."

"Yeah. I will." He nodded. He still barely even believed that he got cut from the football team, he was one of the best quarterbacks they've had in a while.

"You're lucky you're not getting involed with the cops, Clay." His mom said sternly, avoiding eye contact with her. They neared her car. "Why? Why'd you do it? Cole's a nice boy--"

"Shut up, you don't even know what he fucking did." Dream snapped, his mom gave him a warning glare. "Sorry." He whispered, getting into the back of his moms car, Drista was in the front.

"Dream.." Drista said, supressing a smile. "What.. What happened?"

"Nothing, Dris, I'll tell you later." He said. The car was silent, Dream's phone was buzzing and his mom was fuming. He still hasn't heard from George, only from people telling him how much of an asshole he is and how Cole didn't deserve it.

Only if they know what he did.

Wow, Dream just couldn't wait to see himself beating some kid all over people's snapchat stories. He wouldn't be surprised if it reached tiktok either. Isn't that great?

Dream didn't want to cry again, it was embarrassing to cry in front of his coach and principal already, but in front of his family was a whole different story.

"Don't cry, Clay. You brought this upon yourself. Own it, man up." His mom grumbled, which got a slack jaw from Drista. He almost broke down right then and there.

     The whole rest of the car ride was awkward and silent, which sucked because they lived 20 minutes away from the school. In short, Dream was suspended for 2 weeks and completely cut from the football team.

     Of course.

     He was just about to graduate with a scholarship.

     He can't lose that now.

     Nobody said a word as they pulled into the driveway, Dream and Drista making eye contact, pretty much telling Drista "Come into my room later."

     His mom walked into the garage without a word, too. Only stopped at the door to take off her shoes. "You're grounded, by the way." Was all she said before shutting the garage door.

     Drista and Dream stood there, and that was it for him. The flood gates opened and Dream started crying. Hard. Here he could have been at football practice, or with friends, or with-- I don't know, anywhere but here.

     "Clay! Are you okay?" Drista was quick to be by the tallers side, hugging him tight after he was unresponsive. He hugged back, sniffling and choking on wet tears.

     "I-I'm alright, Dris. I just--" He coughed, wiping his eyes quickly. " 'S just this is my fault n' I'm upset I was stupid."

     "Well there must have been some reason why 'ya did it?" Drista supplied softly, rubbing circles into Dream's back. Dream pulled away and looked at her for a brief moment before speaking again.

"Lets go to my room." He said quickly, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside. She obliged easily.

Luckily his mom wasn't in the kitchen or livingroom, she was probably tucked away in her room, trying to talk to the principal. She probably knew how much Dream's football career meant to him, and his scholarship, so losing that would be awful, especially since he didn't get another chance.