BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 107: the kiss

George POV.

I tried to stay focused on class but it was difficult, everyone was staring at me because I decided to wear a stupid skirt. It was a shit idea and even some of the teachers gave me looks but I didn't say anything, instead just clenching my fist until it turned white.

Clay, of course, noticed me do this and placed his hand on top of mine before squeezing it reassuringly. It got me to loosen my up and open my fist so my palm was now laying face down. I looked at the blond from the corner of my eye and he was staring at me, "are you okay?" he asked, "I could take you home if you felt uncomfortable in the skirt."

"No, I'm fine." I replied as I looked past him at some of the faces who were staring at me.
Clay glanced in the direction I was looking before sighing and turning back to the teacher.

Clay POV.

George was clearly uncomfortable, it was easily to tell as I gave him the occasional glance. I looked down at his hands which were clenched tightly and starting to turn white.

With a brief look in the direction of the teacher I moved my hand to rest on top of his. For a moment George tensed up before relaxing when he realised it was just me. He turned his head slightly to look at me.

"Are you okay?"
I asked him and the brunette turned further so our eyes met. George raised a questioning eyebrow, seemingly unsure of why I was asking him that so I continued.
"I could take you home if you feel uncomfortable in a skirt."

The look in George's eyes said that he wanted to go home but he shook his head, "no, I'm fine," he insisted.
I could tell he wanted to go home, that he was worried about what would happen if he stayed here all day.

If it was up to me I would of stood up right now, picked him up and carried him home, but I didn't. Instead I bit the inside of my lip, I can take him home at lunch.

The Brit was no longer staring at me, but past me instead, I looked in that direction and saw someone giving him a suggestive look. I sent the boy smirking at him a harsh glare and the boys eyes widened before turning away with a worried look.

I let out an audible sigh and turned to look back at the teacher, but first had a glance at the clock, only 20 minutes until lunch.

The 20 minutes passed quite slowly, but the moment the bell rang everyone was standing up. George was up quickly and out of the room with me right behind him, but before I reached the door the teacher called me back.

I gritted my teeth, about to ignore him and walk out of the classroom, maybe pretending that I didn't hear him but he called me again, sounding impatient. I looked for George from where I stood but I couldn't see him. With a huff of frustration I grudgingly turned back.

George POV.

Behind Clay's back I saw the same guy occasionally glance over to me with the same perverted look.
When the bell rang I immediately stood up, trying to get out of the line of sight of that weird pervert.

I decided I'd go straight to the car, then Clay could take me home. He was a few feet behind me so I decided I'd go to the car if he wasn't right behind me I would text him. All I currently wanted was to be out of this school, away from all these homophobic assholes, and that weird pervert.

As I weaved through the students heading towards the cafeteria, hoping that Clay was behind me. I walked out of the front of the school and over to the carpark where the Ferrari was waiting.

My fingers ran through my hair as I blinked back tears, probably on the verge of a mental breakdown after the harsh treatment from my peers had finally gotten to me. I leaned against the door of the Ferrari with my head burried in my hands.

Clay POV.

The teacher finally excused me with a quiet nod and I ran out of the classroom, followed by a yell from him to stop running in the halls.

My eyes trailed along the length of the hallway which was empty. Everyone else was in the cafeteria eating their lunch.
After several minutes of standing there I figured that George would be outside and headed that way, but just to make sure I pulled my phone from my pocket and typed while walking.

George, I got held up.
R U outside or in the cafeteria?

After a minute or so of me walking the nearly-deserted halls while staring at my phone 3 dots appeared on the screen. They stayed there for a moment before disappearing.

My eyebrows furrowed in frustration as I sped up my walking pace and typed out another message, hoping he'd reply to it.

George POV.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand when I felt my phone vibrate, I pulled it out of my pocket and read the text that had been sent by Clay.

George, I got held up.
R U outside or in the cafeteria?

Quickly I began typing out a reply and was about to send it when I heard footsteps approach.
"Hey... George right?" The voice said as he stepped closer.
I looked up into the face of that pervert boy, "yeah... Why?" I responded as I glanced back at my phone to continue typing the message.

"Well George..." He paused until I looked back up at him, "...I just wanted to say that you look extremely hot in a skirt, and just... actually just so hot in general."
I took a step back as I tried to send the message on my phone to get Clay here but before I could he slapped it out of my hand.

The perverted boy pushed me against the car door and smirked, "honestly I always admired how you were able to be openly gay for the past few months, a closeted gay man such as myself would have had tons of difficulty dealing with what you put up with."
His hands were pushing against my chest, toying with the fabric of my shirt while slowly trailing his hands down further.

I tried pushing him away but he was the same height and build as Clay, meaning he was undeniably stronger than me.
Without thinking I opened my mouth and let a scream out for help, hoping that Clay or anyone really would hear. Unfortunately for me the boy used this as an opportunity to kiss me and immediately forced his tongue into my mouth.

He held me there as the kiss unwillingly deepened and he tried rubbing his hands along my body. My eyes were widened feeling shocked, worried and scared as I pathetically struggled against him.

The perverted boy seemed like he was about to do something more as his hand reached the waistband of my skirt, but then a call came from over near the school entrance that caused him to freeze.

"Step the fuck away from him!" The blond growled before he began running over towards us.
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