No one cares || Dnf

4. missing leader

George POV

A few days passed. Everything as usual. One day Clay didn't show up to school. Was he sick? Until now, he was rarely absent. I don't know how he does that but I have the feeling he was just perfect. Is that even possible? I am talking about his life not personality! His personality sucks.

I didn't see him the whole day and thought myself "painless day, nice", but I was very wrong. That Clay wasn't there didn't mean to his crew to make a bully break. After school they came up to me when I was on my way out of school. "Thought it's gonna be comfortable today, right?!" This one guy with the dark brown hair and blue eyes yelled after me. (Okay, I think it's kinda unnecessary always to say how they look like, so I'm just gonna let that out (if it's not important to know))

I looked at them with annoyed expression and tried to walk around them, but well, didn't work. They were still a big group, just Clay was missing. "Please let me go home...", I said shyly. One of them grabbed my arm and pulled me with him, the other guys followed us. "You wish", I heard him laughing. "Clay would want us to go on." He said that like Clay would've been dead or something and his last wish was that the world continued bullying me.

This time, we didn't go behind the school, we walked a bit further. It was closer to my house, so I couldn't complain. Then I wouldn't have to walk so long home with my injuries I'd get.

The guy threw me on the grass and began to crack his hand bones, like some people do it before a fight. I took off my backpack by myself before they would have done it anyway. They only ever hurt me, but would leave my stuff alone.

Then they started punching and kicking me again. But today they were, for whatever reason, extremely motivated. They punched roughly and put all their energy into each of the blows. Then they began to kick my stomach, also harder than usual. What did motivate them so much now?! I cried because of the immense pain over my whole body.

I started bleeding out of different spots and had to cough a few times. Today it was worse. And it also took a bit longer this time. I couldn't count, because I just happened to be beaten up, but I think it took around 10 minutes or so. God damn did that hurt!

When they stopped, one held me up by my shirt and threw me hardly onto the ground what caused me to cough again. Then they left and went home I guess. I tried to find my backpack, but my vision was blurry and I was dizzy. By crawling around I found it and tried to stand up. My legs were shaky and it was difficult to stand up, but I did it. I had the feeling I had to throw up, I felt like shit.

I slowly made my way home with my completely destroyed body. I opened the door with my key with what I also really struggled. My vision went darker, when I saw the door open. I stepped forward till I saw a figure sitting in front of me on a chair. Who was that? I tried to see more clearly until I saw Clay there. Clay?!

He smirked nasty at me, but stopped when he saw all my injuries. I couldn't hold myself any longer and fell over. Clay ran towards me and caught me. The last thing I heard was a soft "gotcha" from Clay's voice who hold me in his arms sitting on the floor of my house.

After that everything went black. I had passed out.

When I slowly woke up, I felt the soft fabric of my bed under me. I was lying in my bed. I started looking around and noticed an unfamiliar jacket hanging on my door. I leaned up and stretched before feeling a terrible pain in my face and the rest of my body. "Ouch", I groaned quietly.

That's when the door opened and Clay's face looked in. Then the rest of his body followed which had two hot cups in both hands. "Thirsty?", he asked calmly. I just thought that was weird, but I was though. So I said "Yeah, sure" in a confused tone. He handed me one of the cups and sat down beside me what made me move over a bit to the other side.

We just sat there and drank our hot chocolates. They tasted really good, I haven't had hot chocolate for so long, I had missed it. I wondered if I should thank him or not. I decided rather not to do that.

"Think nothing of it", he eventually said without facing me, "I was here to beat you up anyway, but I see my boys already did their job, huh." I looked at him with a terrified expression, but quickly looked away again.
"This means nothing, okay! And also the drink, I was just thirsty and thought I could make you one as well, so yeah..."

He paused for a moment.
"By the way, your kitchen is not often getting used, right? There are not much dishes and it looks like it's brand new. Dusty but also in addition."
"Y- Yes", I let out quietly.
"Are you....", he started, but never finished. "...I'll go now" He got up, grabbed his jacket and left the room, still with the cup in hand. I heard him putting it in the kitchen and shortly afterwards leaving the house.

What? Another surge of confusion spun around my head. Was Clay just being nice to me? And he made me hot chocolate? He caught me when I collapsed in front him and then took care of me? That had to be a dream. I hit myself on the cheek slightly to check, but that was a really bad idea. I still have had my injuries from before over my face.

That's when I noticed that I had plasters on my face. I opened my phone and its camera to see. He had treated me? I felt a little smile forming over my face but it quickly disappeared again. Maybe he wasn't so horrible after all...but I didn't mind about that any longer and stood up carefully.

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