George was furious at his friends for ignoring him like that.
"fuck." He whispered under his breath as he checked his time table that was stuck on his lockers with a few pieces of sticky tape.
He realised he had gym AND history.
He grabbed his bag once again and made his way to the changing rooms by the gym.
He hated the changing rooms.
He often went into one of the bathrooms to change so he didn't have to get dressed in front of others.
He locked the stall and tried to change as quickly as he could into his gym clothes.
once he was done, he left his bag hanging on a hook and jogged outside where he was met with his class and gym teacher.
He mentally groaned preparing himself of the next two classes.
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The bell rang as George was running back to the changing rooms.
He bumped into someone.
George groaned as he fell to the ground. He looked up to see a brunette he hasn't seen before.
"Oh my god! Are you alright?" The mysterious brunette asked. George could only mumble a sorry.
The mysterious brunette smiled and introduced himself, "I'm Wilbur!" he said with a bright smile as he stuck his hand out in front of George to help him up.
George could've sworn he looked a lot like someone, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"I'm George" George dusted himself off and as if on cue, the bell rang.
"Well George, I better get going.. see you around?" Wilbur asked to which George nodded.
The two exchanged goodbyes.
He turned around go head back to the changing rooms.
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History.
By now we all know why George hates that subject.
Maybe-just maybe! It might be because of a specific boy who stole Clay away from him.
He walked into his history class and took a seat in his usual spot.
George looked up to see Fundy sitting down next to him.
"Hey George! Heard you were at the big party that happened.." Fundy said with a hint of jealousy in his tone that George immediately caught onto.
"Yep, were you there too or.." George questioned.
"Nope. Just heard you and Clay were there and went back to his afterwards..." You could see right through Fundys smile as those words fell from his mouth.
"Yeah we decided to have a sleepover, like old times, y'know?" George was starting to gain confidence.
"Anyway!" Fundys mood changed weirdly fast, "Not here to fight or anything like that.. I was just going to ask if you wanted to hangout with the group after school!"
George froze.
What did he just say..? Because I know damn well he didn't just invite ME to hangout with MY friends.
"The group..?" George questioned with obvious anger in his voice.
"Mhm! You know, Nick, Karl, Alex, Clay.." Fundy responded with an evil smirk. He knew what he was doing and George didn't like it.
"Wouldn't I already be invited?" Venom laced George's words.
"Well I just didn't think you were asked by any of us, so I thought I'd just ask" Fundy smirked.
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why him || dreamnotfound
FanfictionGeorge finds himself growing jealous of Dream and his new 'friend'. He has a suspicion that something may be going on between him and the new guy in his class that seems to hate his guts. It doesn't take George too long before he finds out what hi...
