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74. training studio

Clay POV

I hadn't closed my eyes all night. I couldn't stop crying and when I did I would think of George again and my tears would spring up again.

The next day I went to school with a racing heart. George was in my class after all, so I was going to see him, wouldn't I? Anyway, I just got there when I saw Karl arrive and Nick greeted him before they went into the building together.
"Nick!", I ran towards him. He quickly turned around and when he saw me he looked at me worried.
"Hey, uhm, could we talk later? I need your help", I said, trying to suppress to cry.

"Sure man", he patted my shoulder before giving me a tight hug. Did he know it? What was this behavior? He had to know. That meant George had already been with him! That meant Nick knew what George was feeling!
"Wait", I stopped him by grabbing his arm when he turned around again and wanted to go inside, "Do you know it?"
"We talk later", he gave me a weak smile before disappearing in the building.

I waited just outside school hoping to see George, but after 10 more minutes when the school bell rang, I went inside. But he couldn't be seen in the classroom either. Damned. He didn't want to see me. I mean, I understood that, but it just broke my heart even more.

During the breaks I sat in a corner alone and gave everyone a fatal look who asked me what was going on. Alex came once too and sat down next to me.
"Hey man, what's up with you? Where's George?", he asked completely cool.
"Fuck off", I slightly pushed him to the side and buried my head in my knees that I had drawn up to my body.

"Wo, why so pissed? Did he break up or what?", he laughed jokingly. But when he saw how I clenched my teeth and tears came to my eyes again, the laughter passed very quickly.
"Oh my god, no....", he sighed, putting his hand on his mouth, "Clay, there- I- ouh fuck...."
"Leave me the fuck alone", I grumbled, rubbing my eyes on my arm.
"Clay, if I can-", he put his hand on my back and began stroking it before I cut him off.
"No!", I slapped his hand away, "Leave me alone!"
"I'm sorry man, I- okay...", he quickly stood up and walked away.

After school, I'd have rugby training, but I decided to talk to Nick. That was more important now.
"Nick!", I yelled after him when we left the classroom. He turned around to me and raised his eyebrows.
"Talk? Now?"
"What? I thought you have training today?", he tilted his head.
"Yeah, but I want to talk at first."
"No no, go to your training Clay, I have something to do now anyway. Just come to my house when you're finished", he waved me off before going on to the exit.

Uhm, okay?
So I made my way to the gym and changed my clothes. There were already others who kept me company in the locker room.
"Hey, today there is equipment training, are you excited?", Jack asked me.
"Yeah, sure", I fake smiled weakly.
"Hey, uhm , where's George? I thought that he's always watching?", he looked at me confused while pulling over his jersey.
"He- he's ill today", I lied.

"Alright guys!", the coach came into the locker room, "When everyone's finished, we can go to the studio."
That was when Floris entered the room. I gave him a suspicious glance while he just ignored me. Weird.

"Ouh, yeah by the way Clay", the trainer spoke to me when we all went, "the boys told me that they want you as quarterback and when the most part of them want that, then you can have the position", he smiled.
"Uhm, yes thank you, that's- that's amazing", I smiled back.
"Where's George?", he eventually asked.
"Ill", I lied again.

We just got to the training studio and put our water bottles and towels on the bench on the side. Everyone went to a device and I chose the weight bench with the huge dumbbell. I took weights from the stand on my side and stacked them in the dumbbell. I put ten kilo on each side. For the start.

I laid down on the bench and grabbed the dumbbell over me. I picked it up to get it off the fuse and then started lifting.
"Uh, sexy", I heard a familiar voice beside me.
"What do you want?", I said pissed, continuing pushing the dumbbell.
"I just said that you look sexy. I want nothing", Floris smiled.

"Okay, fine, now...", I put it back in the holder and got up, "Fuck off, okay?"
I went over to the weights and got two more ten-kilo weights which I then stacked on the two sides.
"Uh, more?", Floris raised one eyebrow.
"That's not even much. I already pushed like 100 kilo or so before", I scoffed.
"Wow, what a show-off", he giggled.
"Problem?", I said, laying back down onto the bench.

"With you? No, never. You're cool", he said, still sitting next to me on the floor.
"Don't you want to train too?", I asked while lifting the dumbbell.
"Watching you is more interesting", he smirked.
"Floris, when do you realize that you have no chance against George?", I huffed while my muscles tensed as I lowered the dumbbell and pushed it up again.

"I don't want to come up against anyone, I'm just complimenting you", he leaned slightly forward.
"Well, then thanks, but you can leave me alone now", I said when putting the dumbbell back on the holder and stood up.
"Apropos, where is our dear George?", he tilted his head at me.
"Ill", I lied again while getting another 10 kilo weights.
"No, he's not. Stop lying", he giggled.
"Why do you think I'm lying?", I asked while putting the weights on the dumbbell again.

"You can tell me what happened. Do you have arguments, problems?"
I rolled my eyes.
"That's none of your fucking business", I huffed, laying back down. I breathed in and out deeply as the sweat ran down my head when I lifted the dumbbell and my muscles tensed again.
"You want more?", Floris smiled when he saw that I put it back after a few moves with the dumbbell.
"Yes, please", I sighed. Then he stood up, went to the weights and stacked an extra 10 kilos on each side.

"Thanks", I said before lifting it again.
"So, George?", Floris sat back down beside me what caused me to roll my eyes again.

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