Jealousy Jealousy // DreamNotFound

Get out of my head

TW: Mention of sexual assault

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Previous chapter: Dream knew it was a pride pin, he didn't nessisarliy hate the community, just didn't have any friends in it. They shook each other's hands and moved on with their days, and eventually Clay got his books and headed to class. 

(Clay's POV)

'It's already third period?' I glance at my watch and the time read '10:35 am'. I let out a small sigh, considering I'm in class. I take a quick look at the teacher to see if she was looking at me; she wasn't. I slowly slide my hand into my pocket and reach for my headphone case, popping it open and taking one out, I quickly fake a cough and while I'm covering my mouth I put the earbud in, hiding it within my hair. I hear the noise indicating it had connected, and I look to my phone that was rested in between my legs, but under them at the same time. I slide it out, so now it's in between both of my thighs. Unlocking it with the short password that was my birthday, I open YouTube Music, selecting the same playlist from the night before, and it begins with Heatwaves, I could practically see me and Nick screaming the lyrics. By now my head was back up, but I was zoned out, as always. "Clay." My teacher startled me, "Mam?" "Care to explain why you're not paying attention?" "I uh- Sorry Mrs, I just zoned out." I stuttered my words like an idiot. "Try and pay attention, you sure need it in this class." and the room was quickly filled with 'oooo's' and laughs from other students. I simply raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom, of course I looked weak, leaving the class after people started laughing, but I don't really care, it's not like I had a reputation to mess up anyway.

 I just calmly walked to the bathroom, and me being me, trips on my shoe laces. I seriously contemplated just laying there until class change, but I heard slow footsteps that were coming twords me, but not on the same hall as the one I was in. I quickly push myself up, my feet being the last thing in the right position. It didn't take long for me to brush off my clothes. I see a brunet walking into the hall, 'must've been the person I heard walking a second ago.' He looked strangely familiar, but I couldn't put my thumb on where I've seen him, then it hit me. 'Holy sh-' I put the thought past me and just continued walking, praying he would just give me a smile and move on. "Oh hey! You're that nice guy who helped me up this morning! Thank you, oh and by the way, my name is George!" He said, putting his hand out for me to shake. He was a very cheery person. Odd. I didn't want to be rude, so I just put my hand and shook his, "I'm Clay, But you can call me Dream if you'd like." "Okay Dream! I'll be out of your hair, but I just wanted to mention you're very pretty!" He said it with a big smile, like he meant it. I've never been told this before-. "Oh uhm.. Thank you." I smiled and was the first to walk away, but one problem: I was headed back to class, so we were walking the same way.. I'm not sure if he felt awkward, but I did, on some level. "Oh, looks like were walking the same way!" I say with a fake smile, I hate smiling at people. "Oh yea, cool! If you don't mind me asking Clay, uhm, what are your pronouns?" "I- uh.. He/him, I guess, I've never really thought about them." I mentioned with a light shoulder shrug. "Oh great! Mine are He/Him or They/Them! It doesn't matter what you use for me." He said again, with another big smile. 'Why was he being so nice to me? I only helped him when he fell this morning..' "Well I better get going, see you later George." He simply waved at me with another big smile, and continued walking down the hall. 

Fourth period.
Fifth.
Sixth. 
Seventh. 
And finally eighth.

Why couldn't I get this d-mn guy out. Of. My. Head.  I couldn't stop thinking about his pin, or the way he smiled at me, or the way he gave me all of his attention. All for me.. It was weird I was thinking about a guy, I knew I was straight, nonetheless, a tad homophobic. I'm not gonna go out in the street and beat them up for what they're doing, I just don't support it, I guess you could say. I don't love them any different, hell, my sister is a lesbian, but I don't know- I just don't agree with it. I was always for positivity and loving everyone, but it was just something that hit me wrong about that community; at least the ones that I know. Of course the friends I have in that certain community are nice, it's just some other people I've encountered.. 

(TW start)

I was, I don't know- thirteen? And I was using the bathroom at this restaurant with my family and some guy tried to uh- like- assault me I guess. He pinned me to the wall and was touching me places, I don't think anyone wants to be touched by someone they don't know. He had his hand tightly over my mouth, and it didn't take long for tears to start pricking my eyes. Nothing else happened that I can remember, I just know he stopped when he heard footsteps coming to the restroom. He let go, and I quickly went to wash my face and leave, my family still has no clue about it and I intend to keep it that way.

(TW over, if something like this has happened to you or is happening to you, tell someone imminently, or call a help line please. Stay safe loves <3)

But I suppose that hit me the wrong way, and I've just not liked gay people since then, I guess I assumed he was gay-? My thoughts had occupied me enough, and before I knew it, eighth period was well and over. I could finally go home and escape this hell of a place. 

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Eventually I was back in my small dorm, and I was laying in bed, procrastinating about homework when a call came through on the small phone hooked to the wall, like a hotel telephone almost.  "Hello?" "Yes! Hello Clay, we just received news that you'll be having a roommate, and we figured we'd inform you in case you need to clean things or move anything." "Oh uh thanks." "No problem, he should be up soon!" I placed the phone back in its plastic slot on the wall and sat on the thought, 'a guy, as my roommate.' So many things had happened today,  just the thought of men kinda creeped me out.  

Before I knew it, I had a knock on my door, and you wouldn't believe who it is. 'You've gotta be f-cking kidding me..'