George's pov
It's been week.
Nothings changed with clay and I.
He stills teases me.
Although the tension has grown in both of us.
I walk into school on Monday, I have to tutor him today.
I walk down the halls, some people whispering and talking about me and clay.
I don't mind his attention now, but I act like I hate him.
But I know I don't.
I know I've actually fallin for him.
I think I love him.
But I keep pushing myself away from him because he could just be playing with me.
I walk to my locker and put my things in it then walk to the library.
I normally see clay by now, but I haven't.
The bell rings for first period but his seat remains empty, it's strange.
It's so weird not having him here, like somethings missing.
After first period it's lunch and I walk to the library.
Clay isn't even with his friends when I pass them, I thought he would've of just skipped class but it doesn't seem like he's here today.
He's here normally everyday.
"Have you heard anything from clay?" The librarian asks, "no why?" I say, "his mum passed yesterday" the librarian says.
"Oh..I haven't heard that" I say, "yeah, poor boy" the librarian says, I bite my lip as I worry a little about him, actually a lot.
"Yeah" I say and sit down in my corner.
I pull my phone out and open Instagram, 'hey, I heard what happened, I'm sorry' I text clay.
I watch as the message immediately turns to read, 'don't worry, I'm ok :) I'll meet you at the library for tutoring later' he texts back.
'No, don't come, you don't have to' I text back, 'I want to George' he replys.
I sigh, 'Alright see you later' I text back.
'See you george :)' he texts back.
I stare at his text for a while then turn my phone off, but I can't help but worry more about him.
