Teenage dream

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This was worst that George thought. He thought the party would just be some form of shit and giggle just with 25% drugs, 60% of alcohol and the rest just a silly get together with his whole grade and a few older kids.

He quickly dashed from the scene leaving minx unconscious on the floor, and Wilbur soot above her contemplating whether to face the consequences of his actions or to run faster than his long-ass legs could take him.

Georges only option was none other than clay himself. Everyone else on his friends list weren't at the party, which would result in an instant grounding.

"can you give me a lift home " George said.

"of course baby gorl " Clay replied, followed with a shit eating smirk and a cheeky wink.

"Shut The F U C K up"

"sure lmao let me just go and bring my fancy Bugatti La Voiture Noir...which defo ain't worth $18.7 MILLION " Clay remarked

George had the most dissatisfied, unimpressed facial expression ever, but he still went with him round the front to the driveway. Clay slowly struggled to take out his keys as he squeezed though the swam of people that where watching the fight. Once they got out the mass of people, Clay showed George to the car.

"So, what's your address?" Clay asked while trying to find the right key for his car

"123 smiths road"

"yo... that's 3 blocks down from mine" Clay said surprised

"Yeah" He chuckled "I've lived their pretty much ever since I could remember"

Clay started the engine, making a loud revving sound.

"wanna play some music"

Clay turned up the music just enough so it would be heard outside the car while they drove down the road back to George's.

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15 minutes later

Clay slowly reversed back into George's driveway.

"we are here, also if you ever want a lift to school, give me a call." Clay offered with a smile on his face, and a cheeky wink. This caused George to roll his eyes as a result.

"Thanks a bunch, I'll defo keep that in mind for when the weather is shit and pourin' it down"

George slowly leaned in to hug Clay, though he jolted back in surprise but still let the brunette hug him.

In George's house

"mum... I'm home.." he said slowly closing the door behind him, already knowing the consequences he'd be forced to face.

George's mother stood at the top of the stairs, glaring down menacingly at George, who was stood in the doorway

"It is currently.." she stops and learns down to look at her watch, which George's late father had brought many years ago

"12:42AM,What do you think your father would think right now if he was here, staying up 'till ungodly hours, and most likely doing other unholy things with strangers" she said, in a disappointed but frustrated tone.

"And who was that blonde man that dropped you off?" She exclaimed, gesturing furiously at the front door. "You can't just go 'round, trusting strange men that you meet at party to drop you home, anything could have happened to you in that car! And the greatest part about it, is that he now knows our address!" George's mum was greatly disheartened by this fact.

"Mum, he's the reason I'm home earlier, I could have been stuck at Nick's for atleast 3 more hours, second, I thought it would just be a small get together within our friend group, not a full blown bloody party, and lastly he's younger than me.. he's 18 I'm 19"

He dropped his bag by the front door and sulked upstairs, brushing past his mother in the process. When she got a quick whiff of the substances on George's jacket, in that instant she grabbed his arm and pulled him back where they stood face to face, their noses almost touching.

"George Davison... why the FUCK do u smell like cheap 7/11 liquor"

"Mum.. I can explain" George stuttered struggling to find the right words.

"I haven't been drinking I swear, the closest I go to a drink is when this guy tripped and spilled his drink on me"

"George, I refuse to believe I raised you like this, I am greatly, greatly disappointed"

George was shocked, as he didn't know what to say to his mother, since he hadn't anticipated that this would happen as he had never drank or done any form of drugs.

"What's next that u have to tell me? You slept with a man? Got a girl pregnant? I wish I was the deceased one not your father" she sighed and stepped away from George, leaving George stood in the hallway stunned, at the fact his mother had even dreamed about him doing something with a bunch of people that were miles out of his league.

"I don't want to see your face anymore for the rest of the night George" George's mum said walking into her bedroom.

George sighed and wiped the tears forming in his eyes as he walked across to his room, sat on his bed and took out his laptop from under his pillow so his nosey mother couldn't find it and went on discord and texted Clay.

They talked on discord 'till around 4:45 AM, before both of them logged off and tried to get at least a few hours of sleep before the rest of Saturday continues without them.

Word count: 910

(Bro we getting to close to 1000)