I'm Sorry About Them | DNF Highschool AU

school

Clay wet his hand, running it through his messy hair. Sam knocked on the bathroom door three times.

"Yo, come on in." Clay mumbled.

The door opened, "Hey, so I'm sick-"

Clay cut her off, "Ew get the fuck out." Sam rolled her eyes, slowly shutting the door before Clay stopped her, "I'm kidding. What's up?"

"Me and mom are sick, you'll have to walk." Sam said, fixing her hair in the mirror.

"Okay. Feel better."

Sam nodded, closing the door. She was probably faking it but Clay didn't care. Her date went terrible. Clay is going to kill that boy. 

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Sunday Night

"I'm sorry, Sam! I really am!" Xavier pleaded, quickly rushing behind Sam. Sam turned on her heels, her dress swinging delicately. 

"Clay was fucking right! And he's really stupid, so that's far in between. You kissed her, Xav! You could have told me you weren't interested in me." Sam's voice broke, Xavier looked more hurt than her somehow. 

Clay stepped outside, the two were just outside of his door, "Sam? You okay?" the girl turned to her brother, tears threatening the corners of her eyes. Clay's eyes switched from Sam to the black haired boy standing in his lawn. "Get the fuck out of here." Clay grumbled, watching as the boy slowly backed up, booking it down the street.

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Clay started down the street, his music blasting in his ear.

Why does the past always feel like it's better?Why can't we make it last forever?Why does the past always seem like it's better?Why can't we make it last forever?

I'ma wake up with an alibiTell me is that a lie?We gon' light up like a fireflyLet me just stay a whileI'ma wake up with an alibiTell me is that a lie?We gon' light up like a fireflyLet me just stay a while

Clay hummed quietly to the music, taking in the fresh morning air. Birds chirped in the distance, the gently hum of cars broke through his music, he could hear other people but it was very muffled.  

Everything was distant for him. He was just slowly falling to his own world, blocking out the outside words and fixating on the music, letting his legs take him wherever he needs to go.

Lyin' on the bathroom tile
Knowin' how she like her style
Weekends up in lisle
I got numbers no strength to dial
Can I put percentage on a paper
Make it last forever as we spiral into dark?

Then Clay was back when a gentle hand grabbed his shoulder. He looked to his left, George starring back and him. Clay hurried to take out his left airpod.

"George! Hi." Clay smiled.

"Hey, Pretty. How are you?"

The two walked and talked until they got to the front gates of the school and walking inside. It was both of their first times back for a while and they knew they were get stares but that wouldn't matter. Maybe Clay more than George. But still.

***

Clay shoved his clothes in his locker, ruffling his hair up a bit. Gym. God he hates gym so much. He put in an airpod and started the music again, Alibi still playing. He made his way out of the locker room, just realising how bad it smelt in there when he was hit with the open gym air.

"Hey, blondie." a fimiliar voice rung. Clay slowly turned. Gene. Gene looked Clay up and down, taking in the fact that he still had small bandaids on his knuckles. Gene looked worse though. A fading black eye, some thick cuts around his mouth.

"Gene."

"Hey, no hard feelings." Gene stuck out his hand, giving Clay a warm smile. 

Clay raised his eyebrows, Gene still gently waving his hand side to side, trying to get Clay to grab it. "Nah, man, the reason I hit you in the first place was because you were being homophobic. You may not mind that I hurt you but I'm still mad." Clay walked away, smiling to himself.

***

George ran his fingers through the blond's hair. They were on the ground in their French class, Clay's head on George's lap.

"And then he fucking ran away." Clay mumbled.

George sighed, "Is Sam okay?"

Clay shrugged closing his eyes. "I hope. She stayed home today, said she felt sick. But I'm sure it was just because of that Xander kid or whatever."

George nodded, using his finger to trace Clay's eyebrows, lips, jawline, everything. It was comforting to Clay, "His name was Xavier."

"So what? He still sucks."

"If we are going to kill him we got to get the right name. Is this your first time?" George joked. Clay exhaled sharply. George ran his finger up and down Clay's face, from the tip of his nose to the top of his forehead.

"Clay?" George spoke up.

"Hm?" the blond opened his eyes a bit, adjusting to the light.

George hesitated for a second, "Nevermind, heh, sorry."

Clay looked up at George, the brunet moved his hand away from Clay's face so they could see eachother clearly. "Are you sure?" 

George turned away, breaking the eye contact Clay loved so much, "Mhm." 

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Authors Note

Word Count: 828

if you didnt read the previous chapter, im sort of loosing motivation to keep this up? so im trying to ease into their relationship more :] 

this chapter isnt uhhh checked? like i just wrote it and im publishing, im sorry if theres any mistakes

i hope you are doing well <3