I didn't know

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Clay POV
I looked over to Nick and it seems like he did too in the exact same time as I did since our eyes met as we both looked at George again.

The moment I saw his bloody sleeves I excepted bad things but I clearly didn't think it would be this bad.

Georges whole body was covered in bruises and wounds. I assume the bruises came from his father. But by taking a look at his arms I knew we're the bloody sleeves came from. To be honest I was already expecting this since I saw saw a bloody razor blade next to his sink earlier in his bathroom which he must've forgotten to put away.

Both of his arms were covered in cuts and scars and the thought of George not knowing a different solution to his problems than hurting himself made me feel so sorry for him but also feel guilty for bullying him and putting extra pressure on the poor boy.

As I looked at his shoulder I noticed a pretty bad looking wound that seem to have a bit of glass in it. I told Nick, who looked as shocked as I did, to keep holding George up like that and that I'll be right back. I ran into the bathroom and got my Frist aid kit. My aunt is a nurse and she taught me a lot about wounds and first aid and stuff so I did know the basics.

I went back into my room, cleaned up the wound, got rid of all the glass I could see by using a pair of tweezers and put a bandage on it. George was somehow sill sleeping throughout the whole thing. That boy must be a heavy sleeper. Next I cleaned his cuts on his arms and put bandages around them. I walked over to my closet, picked one of my hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, put him my hoodie on, took of his sweatpants and put him on a pair of mine.

After I put all the supplies I used for his wounds back Nick told me he was going home and made sure I'd text him tomorrow after I woke up. I thanked him for helping me and said my goodbyes.

After Nick left I was making my way upstairs again when I suddenly felt my phone vibrating inside my pocket. I pulled it out and saw I was getting a call. "Mom<3" it read.
I accepted the call.

‹Clay hunny hello, how are you? I didn't expect you to answer it's quit late isn't it› she spoke chuckling a bit. ‹I'm fine mom what about you? And yeah I know but me and Nick hung out until now cause we had to take care of someone› I said. ‹I'm fine as well just a bit tired. Did you say someone? Who did you take care of?› she asked curiously. ‹a Boy from our school that Nick had to do project with doesn't have the best family situation and he and his father kinda got in an argument and he ran away from home it's a long story. Uhm yeah so I decided to let him stay at ours for a bit I hope that's okay with you› I said nervously. ‹oh that poor boy must've been trough a lot. Of course it's okay with him staying at ours. We'll be back in 2 weeks I think I'll message you the exact date as soon as I know› she said.

I let out a slight breath of relive I didn't know I held. ‹okay thank you mom› I said. ‹oh and Clay hunny, I am very proud to have raised a kid who takes care of others.› ‹thank you mom go take rest it's late. love you tell dad I love him too› I said to her in a tired voice. ‹love you too Clay, will do bye›‹bye mom›

I thought about what she said. Would she be proud of me still if she knew that I was bullying him?
My thoughts drifted to George again.
I wondered if he ever self harmed because of what my friends or I have said in the past. There isn't really a reason why we bullied George. I do have to say that we never hurt him physically though. I know that bullying someone mentally hurst just as much as physically but I couldn't have forgiven myself at all if I would have hurt him.

The whole bullying thing started when we found out about his grades and all. But now I know why he's not been able to do his homework or study for a test. It was all his dads fault+ he lost his mom. He went trough a lot and still stayed that strong.

The thought of George hurting himself and hating himself just hurt me even more. To be honest I always thought George was pretty. I know it's a bad timing admitting that now but I can't help it because he is. He has fluffy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His skin is quite pale and his facial features have definitely been written by a women. He looked basically perfect. I've never seen a person that gorgeous before and I know that sounds dumb I mean I've been bullying him but it is true.

I wonder if he would accept if I'd offer to be his tutor. I mean I'm on top of all my classes and he does really need one. I decided to think about it another time though. I went back upstairs into my room. There he was. Cuddled up in my blankets sleeping peacefully.

I hesitated on sleeping next to him but after I touched his arm and noticed he was still very cold I decided on sleeping next to him.

About five minutes went by after I laid in bed when I felt George moving around, turning toward me and laying his head down on my chest.

I found myself blushing and butterflies flooded my stomach as I started stroking over his back softly.

Wait why did I blush? Why did I have butterflies? I can't let myself develop feelings for him. And even if I did he's never going to forgive me. He'd never like me back. I decided to ignore the thought right now and concentrated on the sleeping boy in my arms.

He truly is beautiful. You can't deny it. I hesitated for a second but leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his forehead as my eyes got heavier and I let myself drift to sleep while wrapping my arms around the sleeping brunette.

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