Someone cares // No one cares part 2 || Dnf

33. psychopath

George POV

I didn't tell Nick about it. I refused to.
But now I knew that it was visible...apparently. I could now try to hide it better.

You know, the really ironic thing on that was...I had told Clay to talk to me if he ever had worries about our relationship, and now I didn't even do that myself.
But the words he'd give me wouldn't change the topic I was worrying about. We'd have to part eventually. We'd have to choose eventually. And some things only work one way.

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As on every normal school day, Clay and I left the building, walking to the car to drive home.
As I threw a volatile glance to the side, I saw this little girl standing next to a tree, grinning at me. I had seen her multiple times before. She was some kind of stalking me for a few weeks now.

I didn't know her, I always just noticed her sometimes when she was randomly smiling at me from some distance. Creepy....

I, or rather my brain, always ignored her. I didn't see it as important to give her attention or rack my brain about her. I just...well, ignored it. I had thought she'd go away eventually.....but she didn't.

"George?", Clay looked down to me as I wrapped my arms tightly around his right arm, trying to get out of that girl's sight.
I just smiled up at him, keeping on walking.
"Cuddly, are we?", he giggled.

When I say little girl, I don't mean some 10 years old. She was 16 or 17, she just was really....tiny. She wasn't really pretty in my opinion, but she wasn't ugly. It absolutely didn't matter one bit, but he looked averagely okay. Like a typical straight teenager girl I'd say.

Just as we were coming within a 5 meter radius of the red Lamborghini, a person hit my eye. A person I wished I would never have to see again. A person who was guaranteed to be noticed by Clay as well.

"What the fuck are you doing here?", Clay stopped, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me to him tightly.
"Hello Clay", Floris smiled innocently.

"And George....", his expression darkened as his eyes fell on me.

"What the FUCK are you doing here?!", Clay again said, way louder and more aggressive this time, grabbing me even tighter.
I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, useless and overwhelmed.
"Is that how you greet an old friend?", Floris blinked at Clay, seeming so fucking innocent, it was disgusting.

In response, Clay stepped back with me, giving Floris a disliking glance.
"Calm down. I'm just her to pick up my little sister", the ginger haired fuck said, looking to the building.
Sister? This shit had a sister too?

Being completely distracted by the sight of my past nightmare, I didn't notice how a girl suddenly stood next to him.
God damnit, it was her.

Without another word, Clay wanted to step forward, making the rest of our way to the car.
"Nice to meet you, Clay", the little girl smiled at my boyfriend.
Great, another psychopath.

As she now stood right in front of me, I could say she was some few inches shorter than me, I guessed her age 16/17 still.
Brown long hair, a few blond strands at the top, lightly wavy hair, healthy looking light skin.

As Clay gave no reaction to Psychopath Junior, the tiny stalker bitch turned to me.
"And George of course", she smiled broadly, seeming slightly nervous.
"That's Ruby, my little sister", Floris put his hand on his sister's shoulder.

"How lovely", Clay said in a sarcastic tone, trying to get around them one more time.
"I was wondering", Floris stepped in our way, "How are you guys doing?"
A smile on his lips, as always.

"Great. Bye now", Clay again stepped around them, my tightly to his right.
"And what about George?", Mr. Psychopath, I liked to call him that, grabbed Clay's left arm, holding him back.
"Same for him", Clay scowled at him.
"Can't he answer for himself?", Floris' look flew over to me, "How are George, hm?"

"I- I'm good", I said quietly, wanting this to be over as soon as possible.
"That's great, isn't it Ruby?", he looked at his sister, receiving another psychotic smile and nod from her.
"Goodbye", Clay tore his arm away from Floris' grip, walking faster than before, over to the car.

"I'll see you then, yeah!", Floris yelled after us, probably waving, but I couldn't see. We just walked as fast as possible to the car, not running, but quick walking.

As soon as we were in the car, Clay drove off, taking a huge burden off both our backs.
I sighed, letting myself fall back into my seat.
"Are you okay?", Clay asked, keeping his glance on the street.
"I guess", I exhaled shakily.
"It's alright George. He will never do anything to you ever again", he put his hand on my thigh gently, rubbing it with his thumb.

I didn't answer. I just looked out of the window, thinking.
He was back. What did that mean? He had probably changed school. And now there was a sister that went to our school? For how long? Why did we never see Floris here before then? Did he have a plan or some shit? Would fit him....

And this sister...she had been stalking me for some time now. What did she think, what did she know? Was she part of the plan?....if there was one....
What did she want?
My head hurt.

"Clay?....", I finally said in a quiet tone.
"What's up darling?", his hand, still sitting on my thigh, now began caressing it.
"That girl...", I looked at him, "She's stalking me. For...a few weeks now."
"What", he seemed off guard, seemed like he'd be thinking, not paying attention to driving.

"Clay!", I yelled, leaning over and grabbing the steering wheel, turning it to the right.
"Oh shit!", Clay's attention snapped back and he got the car under control again.
"God fuck, Clay", I breathed fast, being still shocked.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Why did you-"
"George, I'm not sure what this fucker is up to, alright. Stay close to me all time at school please."

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