Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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March 19th, 1984

I was sitting in math class, the whole room silent.

Kind of creepy.

It was finals week, which I barely studied for in this class. I felt I was prepared since I was even recommended to go to a more advanced math class. I didn't take the offer so I can continue to do well in regular math. Then I know for sure I'd pass.

I've been told that's kind of cheating, however, I say it's called strategy.

I was one of the first people to finish double-checking. I stood up and handed in my test, listening to the buzzing of the lights. We were allowed to take a bathroom break after our test, but we had to come right back.

I walked out of the room without saying a word and went to the closest restroom. I saw it was empty, so I took that chance to look at myself in the mirror. Lunch was after this, so I figured that would get rid of the tense feeling off of my back.

"I need a drink or a massage or a man," I said once I sat down with Jeena at lunch. "Or a drunken massage by a man."

"Have you ever drank before?" She asked.

"Oh, I never told you?" I said, mouth full of chips. "I went to a party once and got drunk. I forget who, but someone told me I tried to jump off of the dining room table, but your brother caught me."

Her eyes widened. "My brother went to a party with alcohol?"

I took a sip of my water. "Relax, he didn't drink anything. He was my ride home, so he couldn't."

"He shouldn't anyway. He's only sixteen." She started getting mad.

"I'm only eighteen. I shouldn't have either." I raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you do it?"

I was silent. This happened a few months ago. I was so freaked out and caught up in the idea that my foster parents were going to find me, so I did the stupid idea of going out to some party. I'm not even sure who's it was, but I just know that the parents were out of town, and there was a lot of alcohol. And, I somehow got myself horribly intoxicated. I think I forgot about hangovers because that next morning I could barely move.

"I think It was peer pressure or something, I don't remember." I lied. I can't have Jeena worrying again that I'm in trouble.

Because at the moment I feel safe.

At the moment...

I shivered, only making small talk throughout the rest of the day.

When we got home, I was shocked to see George and Andrew sitting on the couch. "Did you get them a key?"

"Yes, I did." She put down her car keys, walking over to Andrew to kiss him. Without a word, they went to the front door and left. I laughed, walking over to George. "Where are they going?"

"I think he's taking her out to a diner whether or not she's hungry." He softly kissed my cheek, and sat down on the couch with me, turning on the tv.

"What do you wanna do?" I asked.

"I don't know. I was hoping today we could just relax," He turned my head, teasing me by just brushing his lips on mine a few times, waiting for me to make the move first. I giggled because I wasn't going to give in. He frowned, being the one to kiss my lips first. I wasn't giving up on this game I was playing. He was going to have to make that first big move. Whether that was turning on his super horny-attractive mode that I didn't know he had, or throwing and pinning me to the bed...