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13. sus

George POV

I hadn't noticed at first, but halfway through the walk I noticed that the guy named Will had hit a spot on my leg that was starting to hurt and making it difficult for me to walk. At some point my legs began to tremble and no longer wanted to stand up straight. I fell over. Clay still had grabbed my wrist and noticed right away. He rushed towards me with a jerk and tried to catch me.

Fortunately, it was only my legs that stopped working and I was able to let myself fall so that I ended up sitting down.

"Are you okay? What happened?", Clay asked kinda worried.
"I-I'm fine. My legs are just hurting. I think from a kick from this guy", I answered weakly.
"Can you continue walking?"
I tried to stand up but immediately fell again when my feet touched the ground. Clay stood there watching me considering.

"Alright", he eventually said with a deep breath, then leaned down to me and wrapped his hands around me.

He picked me up and took me in his arms. He carried me. I don't know why, but I looked away from him to hide....my blushing.

"Are you alright?", he laughed. I just gave him a 'mhm' and continued to look away. Why did I blush? That makes no sense.
I wasn't questioning why he knew where I lived. When we arrived at my house, he shook me a little to signal that I should unlock the door. I got out my key out of my pocket and he slowly set me down.

"You are pretty light", he commented. I gave him no reaction, just opened the door while his hand was still around my waist to give me support. "Most likely because you are so small"
God, I hated it when someone called me 'small'. I knew that I was, nobody has to tell me all the time.
Especially with Clay it was humiliating, because he was like 25 centimetres or more taller than me.

When the door was opened, I stepped in and thought Clay would go now, but he followed me and kept his hand on my waist. I wanted to tell him that he could go, so I turned around.
Our eyes met. He was only 3 centimeters away from me. Then there it was. This stupid blush again. But this time, he became red too.

He swallowed and stepped back while looking to the floor.
"You need anything?", he asked quietly. "I'm fine", I responded.
"Alright." He turned around and left the house.

I walked over to the kitchen and waited for the door to close. My leg still hurt like shit.
I opened a cupboard to take out a glass. That's when I became dizzy. Fuck.
I swayed and could already feel the faint.

I propped myself up on the counter and breathed heavily. As I started to tip over, I could feel two arms around my chest.

"I got you", I heard Clays voice behind me. My hand reached around to his arm. When I found it, I grabbed it tight to hold myself. Then Clay picked me up again. "

"Wow, Will must have got you really hard. Is it every time-", he stopped and looked slightly shocked. "...like that?"
I slowly shook my head and then leaned it against his chest, closing my eyes. I was totally exhausted.

We walked upstairs to my room and he put me on the bed. My head hurt.
"Thank you", I said heavily. Before I fell asleep I could feel a warm body lying next to me.

When I opened my eyes, my head was buried into Clays chest who had wrapped his arm around me and his head lying on mine. I wanted to stand up, but it was so comfortable. I yawned.
"Good morning sunshine", Clay slightly laughed and moved a bit to give me space. I looked over to the clock. It was 4pm.
"How long did I sleep?", I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"Around two hours?", Clay estimated.

Then we looked each other in the eyes again.
"You- you did it again", I said.
"Did what again?", he asked with a cute laugh.
"Helped me."
"Well, you should do things better than you have experienced them yourself, right?"
"What do you mean?", I asked confused, lying my head to the side.
"Euhm, not important", he evaded my question.
"Come on, you can tell me."

He sat up slowly, followed by me sitting next to him.

He looked away with a slightly pissed expression in his face what scared me a bit. "Euh, sorry, I- I didn't want to-...", I apologized.
"It's fine." He still avoided my look.
I stayed silent and so did he for a minute.
"You know", he eventually began, "I never told that anyone except Nick, my best friend, but I think you'll understand that mostly."
I nodded curious at him.

"When I was young, my parents hit me and stuff. My dad always said that this is necessary to make a real man out of me and my mom just did it for fun. You know, I didn't have the nicest childhood or the best parents anyone could imagine with ten years."
"Ouh, I-I'm so sorry for you", I interrupted him and laid my hand on his thigh softly.

"It's fine, I got used to it. The blows made me stronger and I started to train early...." He made a pause, "You know, I always thought, if I hurt other people, they can't hurt me. So,...so I chose a victim to show everyone who I am. Then everything built up. My group, my reputation, ... your reputation ..." He looked down in debt. "I-I'm so sorry", he apologized.
I had no words for that. I didn't know what to say, I just starred him. It was somehow clear that he had such reasons, but to hear that now was just something else.

"If you need something, I'll be there for you". With this words the blush in my face came again.
"But-", I tried to say but the words got stuck in my throat.
"But what?" Clay looked up to me.
"But why are you like this to me so suddenly?", I finally got out.

He scratched his nose while looking down again.
"Listen, I-", he began but never ended the sentence, instead looked up to me with a smile and said
"Hey, why are your parents never here by the way?"
"They are really busy. I only see them once a day or less. But I can also manage on my own", I just played along, although I knew that he was hiding something important.

Now he looked shocked at me. "Bu-but-..." I cut him off
"I'm fine Clay"

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