Silence || Dreamnotfound Omegaverse

Chapter Twelve: The Calm Before

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George POV

I can't believe I let Clay talk me into this. How am I supposed to function at my first party if I can't even pick out a damn outfit? 

I don't even know why this is so difficult, it's not like I need to impress anyone there. The only people I'm probably going to care about there are my friends anyways. But there's Clay. 

Stupid feelings. 

I pick up the same blue crop top that I've tried on several times already, holding it next to a white plaid skirt and something else that wouldn't be a skirt. These are two very different outfits that I'm debating between, and I know that I would be more comfortable in the skirt but... the stares. The comments. The other alphas. 

My eyes flick from the skirt back to the rest of my closet, my hand resting over my mouth as I try to think of any better option. 

Y'know what? Fuck it. We're going with the skirt. 

I finally put on my outfit and glance at the clock on my nightstand. 9:30 pm. 

Shit, I was supposed to meet Clay fifteen minutes ago. I quickly go into the bathroom and put on very light makeup that hopefully will hold up throughout the party, but I doubt it. I brush my teeth hastily, haphazardly spitting back into the sink before heading down the stairs. 

I put on my shoes rather clumsily, which unfortunately gets the attention of Mum. She walks into the mudroom, confusion plastered across her face. 

"What is going on? Where are you going in such a rush and... so nicely dressed?" She asks. Oh god. She can't know I'm going to a party where there will other dynamics than just omegas, not to mention the possibility of alcohol. She would quite literally lock me in my room. Alright think of something, something she would think is safe. 

"Uhm... Karl's. I'm going to hang with Karl," I say, which is technically not a lie. Karl is another omega, which is probably the safest I can be in her eyes. However, I can see her skepticism. 

"And the clothes?" She pressures.

"He wanted to do a photoshoot before we watched movies and stuff," that's believable right? 

She slowly nods. "Alright well have fun. When are you going to be home?" 

"I'm not sure, some point tonight. You don't need to wait up for me," I say as I open the door. We wave goodbye as the door closes. As soon as it latches shut I speed walk to Clay's car, which is still a bit up the street. It wouldn't make sense if he was going to the Karl and George hang out now, would it? 

God, I hope he's not upset. I didn't even text him that I was coming late, or that I was leaving. 

With the dim light of my phone flashlight, I can faintly see the outline of Clay's car parked in just the right spot that we had talked about as we were leaving the cafe. He really doesn't do anything wrong, does he? 

I reach his car and see him sitting with his eyes closed, arms crossed across his chest and a singular headphone in his ear. He's not sleeping, I don't think. 

I tap on the glass of the window with my knuckles and see his eyes slowly peel open. I give a little wave, he waves back with a little smile before sitting up to unlock the car. I open the door and slide into my seat. 

"Hey sorry I'm so late," I greet. Clay starts signing while he puts his phone away. 

No you're fine I was– 

His hands freeze when we make eye contact, his gaze glancing over my outfit before returning to my face. He swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. I break eye contact, not used to his full attention. 

"You were saying?" 

Nothing. I lost my train of thought. 

"Ok," I say. Clay starts the car and starts to head down the street. Alex's house is actually quite far from the rest of us, it's in the middle of the woods with several acres of land surrounding it that his parents also own. If I am remembering correctly both of his parents are successful lawyers which obviously would give them some spare change to have a nice house. It's probably one of the reasons that Alex wants to follow in their footsteps. 

On top of the house being in the middle of nowhere, it's also quite a large house. Again, nice amount of change. In short, it's the perfect house for parties. 

The car ride is quiet and peaceful, with both of us sitting in comfortable silence. Clay pulls into a long driveway, which is already lined with cars. Clay manages to get close enough to the house where I can feel the bass of the music shake my chest. There are a few people mingling outside, red solo cups in hand no doubt filled with copious amounts of alcohol. 

We step out of the car and suddenly the weight of what I'm about to do finally hits me. I'm an unscented omega going to a party that most likely will have an unscented alpha inside, with multiple types of drugs all designed to ruin my life. 

Is this not a good idea? Well obviously this isn't a good idea but still... Am I about to make the worst mistake of my life? 

My body doesn't move past the parked car. Clay notices and turns around, concern strewed across his face. 

Are you ok? 

I swallow thickly, "yeah, yeah I'm ok. Just getting a little nervous," I let out a nervous chuckle to try and ease the tension in my chest. I don't think it really helped. Clay's concern is still very apparent as he raises his hands again. 

We don't have to go 

I frown, "What about you? I want you to have fun." 

I will have fun if you are 

I feel my heart melt instantly at the words. Christ, he didn't even say them out loud and every single nerve in my body feels like it's on fire. 

Clay gives me a soft smile and reaches for one of my hands. Despite him being an alpha, who are suppose to be strong and rugged, his hands are surprisingly soft. He gives my hand a soft squeeze as he waits patiently for me to come up with an answer for him. 

I take in a deep breath. I can do this. I can. I should. This will be good for me, I'll finally break out of my shell that people always complain about. 

"Ok. Ok. I'm fine, I'm ready," I say, letting out a breath. Clay gives me a skeptical look, knitting his brows together. "Trust me, I really want to do this. I was just nervous because it's new for me." I say, squeezing his hand back. Clay seems to relax a little and lets go of my hand. 

Remember I'll protect you, He signs with a smile. He holds out his hand again. I take in another breath, trying to relieve the tension in my shoulders. I take his hand and he starts to pull us towards the door. 

With each step I take, my nerves slowly fade into excitement, my stomach buzzing from both the growing volume of the music and the fact that I've been holding Clay's hand for so long. 

I'm so glad Clay talked me into this. 

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