locker room-dnf

chapter three

clay's pov

I turn my head towards the window which was letting warm sunlight in through my window. I go to rub my eyes only to feel a weight holding my arms down. I cast a glance down towards my arms to see them wrapped around a smaller brown haired person. I smile gently.

"Emma," I whisper gently, "we have school, get up." She sits up and rubs her eyes, yawning. "Do we have to? Can't we just skip today?" she asks me. I squeeze her in my arms, shaking my head. "Coach would kill me."

She slowly gets up, making her way to my bathroom to shower.

I search around for an outfit to wear, ultimately deciding on a pair of sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt. I pick out a few rings to go with it and grab some black converse to pair with the outfit. Once satisfied, I grab a towel and bang on my bathroom door dramatically.

"Emmaaaaaaaa I'm dying out here please open the door" I rush out, leaning against the door. It swings open, dropping me on the floor leaving me looking up at her. She smirks and walks into my room on her phone.

I jump up and lock the door, quickly taking a cold shower.

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george's pov

"George? Gogy? Gog-meister?" I come back to my senses when a cold hand rests on mine, my face flushing. "Yeah, I'm good." I pull my hands back quickly and faking a smile. "Thanks, Karl." I look away from him, my face slowly becoming more red with embarrassment.

I had been zoning out way more than usual. I had to deal with my mum constantly talking about me bringing home men and on top of that, I had developed feelings for another. And this was the least likely candidate to ever date me.

He was tall, on the football team, pretty decent looking, very muscular, had shaggy hair, and was overall just an attractive guy.

The only problem was that it was Dean.

Dean, the homewrecker. And since I'm not currently dating someone, I'm out of his league. He would much rather go for Emma than me, plus I was pretty sure he said he would never date a man.

Great.

A crush on someone who crushes other peoples relationships is not how I wanted to spend my senior year.

Karl was rubbing my back soothingly, he was the only one who knew about my little problem. He had consoled me and has been trying to get me to let go.

But I can't.

From across the cafeteria, I could see him standing by the curved wall talking to some girl and her friends.

I feel myself standing up.

God please no.

Don't do this.

Stop walking, George.

SIT YOUR ASS DOWN RIGHT NOW OR-

"Hey Dean." I smile at him, we're about equal height but he has an inch or so on me.

"Oh hey, George! What's up, man?" He claps me on the back and my nerves go insane.

Speak.

Do something.

Stop just standing there.

"Well, nice talk! I... have to go... walk Nick... or something..." I point fingerguns his way and awkwardly wink, turning and cringing.

George, what the fuck.

I start walking away until I feel a hand on my shoulder trying to turn me around.

I willingly turn, my shoulder feeling electric at the touch. It feels like the world has gone silent.

"What are you doing this weekend, George?"

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"NO FUCKING WAY DUDE!" Alex starts cackling and kicking his feet on the bleachers as everyone pulled on their street shoes after practice.

I had told my close friends about Dean, beaming happily with the news. Everyone seemed to take it well, which honestly was a relief. Everyone had congratulated me but warned me to watch him.

If anyone can change him, it's me.

We all walk out of the stadium together heading to our cars and catching up with our non-football friends aka Emma and Niki.

Emma was a cheerleader while Niki was in the marching band's colorguard. But they still liked to wait for us after football practice.

Clay ran up to Emma, giving her a quick peck on the lips before glancing at me, winking and motioning to Emma.

"Emma, Niki, I think George has some news." Clay says, wiggling his eyebrows. I chuckle and relay the story to them.

"Wait actually? George that's amazing! Congrats!" Niki says fondly, giving me a small hug.

Emma's gone pale.

"Emma? Are you okay?" Alex asks.

"Yep." She says, popping the p at the end of her word. And without anything else, she walks to the drivers side of her car and gets in.

"That's a little suspect bro." Karl says, narrowing his eyes and walking to his own car.

Clay shrugs and waves to her like he will never see her again. She simply drives off.

Everyone else gets in their cars confused and leaves.

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ok ok ok ik this was a slow upload and a short chapter but like i'm so tired and i've been extremely busy lately, i will have like no time to write until mid may 😭 anyways i hope this was easy to understand and not gibberish 🫣