TW: None.
George was utterly speechless. Why was Mr Greensdale saying these things? Had he had any idea what this was doing to George? The way it made the brunette feel?
George's head was spinning. But it had to stop, he had a class in 20 minutes and he had to be ready to teach them. He couldn't let this get in the way.
But how was he supposed to forget about this?
An insanely hot co-worker just called George hot. How was he supposed to think about anything else?
Damn.
George was really obsessed with the blondie, huh.
*Bell Rings*
The classroom immediately began flooding with teenagers and George knew he had to pull himself together.
"Hello students! Everyone sit down and take out your stationary. Today we will be reading and describing Shakespeare's play A Midsummer Night Dream." George said his usual introduction to his class and breathed slowly, regaining the original colour to his cheeks instead of the bright red which formed after a certain blonde made a certain comment.
The lesson flew past, thankfully. And it was lunch next! So after the bell rung, George dismissed his students and strolled down the long hall to the teachers lounge. There were only a few teachers in there now, including Mr Greensdale.
George sat down in a blue large chair and turned on his phone. He began scrolling aimlessly through Instagram until a specific blonde started a conversation.
"You should add my instagram. It's @clay.greens ." Clay sat down next to George.
"I-I.. uhh. Sure.." George sighed quietly and began typing in clay's username.
He found the account instantly and followed it without a doubt. He looked at the first picture he saw and it was an attractive black and white selfie. Clay's messy fringe was covering his eyes and the lighting was dark, yet hot. He looked so perfect, as usual.
"Found i-it.." George stuttered awkwardly. Clay smiled in response.
"Soooo..." Clay begun and George's nerves grew. "About last night. Are we not gonna talk about that?"
"About what?.. you came round my house and he did the project. What's wrong with that?" George was trying to ignore Clay's point but it was very hard.
"So we are just gonna ignore the fact that we were cuddling all night, and not to mention the fact that you clearly liked it."Clay chuckled.
"C-Clay?! Shut up!" George put his phone back in his pocket and hurried his face in his hands.
"Oh calm down Mr Davidson. I liked it just as much as you did." Clay smirked.
