Signed /Dream Team/

The Turning Point

Clay's eyes stay focused on Nick as he follows Anastasia out of the house. The scene is unpleasant, he wants to have more control over the situation and doesn't even want to think about leaving Anastasia alone for even a second.

Both of them, Clay and George, stay silent until they make sure the door is closed behind their friends. But the tension makes it seem like there's a ticking timer slowly leading them to an explosion.

"Why didn't you leave with her? Your stuff is packed, go ahead," George crosses his arms, not very fond of the judgmental glare on himself.

"Cause you had a lot to say on the phone and I wanna hear you say it to my face," Clay takes a seat on the couch like he isn't bothered by the tension, "so go ahead," he copies the tone and the phrase his friend used.

George laughs. And the smile that stays printed on his face is like the aftertaste of the laugh to Clay. It's something George uses way too often when the pressure gets the best of him, just to show how unbothered he is.

"Why did you tell her?" George's face gradually straightens with his words.

"She deserved to know," Clay's words are confident, "and you deserved the punishment."

"But you promised me to not stick your nose in my personal life, didn't you?" The accent is getting heavier the angrier he gets, "Turns out you lied to me and you broke your promise, I think it's fair for me to call you an untrustworthy piece of shit, stop acting like you don't deserve it."

George's words are so absurd to Clay that he has to shake his head and huff at them. Not believing he has the nerve to blame him regardless of everything that he did is just out of every logical border. There's only one person in the room that deserves to take all of the blame, but that person is busy pointing fingers.

"I just wanna know.. if I didn't make you tell her, how far were you going to take it?" Clay's actually curious, "Till she hopelessly fell in love?"

"Don't put it in a way that makes me sound bad," George frowns, "no, till we got the house. Everything I did, I did for you and Nick, it's not like playing with her feelings gave me any satisfaction."

"She'd let you stay regardless of everything, you just wanted to have fun."

George doesn't like the sound of that. But he'd prefer to learn to accept it than admit that what he did was unnecessary and he's wrong.

"What fun? Do you think giving myself a bad image in someone's eyes is a fun thing to do?"

"Do you think kissing her was an okay thing to do? You just saw a pretty girl and took advantage of the fact that she was too naive to see through your bullshit. Just admit it, stop beating around the bush."

"Maybe I'd fall for her too," he shrugs.

"It doesn't fucking work like that, George!" Clay raises his voice, irritated by the absurdity of every single sentence that leaves his friend's mouth. All of them are bad and none of them makes sense.

And it angers him even more because those twisted thoughts and failed plans were associated with someone he'll protect with his teeth if anyone ever tries to do any harm.

"What do you know? You literally know nothing, just shut the fuck up and leave, you're annoying." Both are starting to fly off the handle.

"Oh, I know enough, trust me. I know just enough to see that you're an egoistical bitch-"

"Do not run your fucking mouth," George takes a step closer and speaks through gritted teeth.

"Why? What are you gonna do? Cry about it?" The way Clay laughs and towers over the shorter boy is threatening, "You're a fucking bitch, George, I said what I said. And you have no other choice than to take it cause you know that it's the goddamn truth."

Turning the verbal fight into a physical one would just be unfavorable to George. He's smart with his decisions, and always chooses the things that benefit him the most. And as much as he wanted to punch Clay at that moment, he finds a smarter way to get him feeling the same pain he'd feel from a punch.

"You're just as bad, Clay, you're actually worse," the way he chuckles gets on the blonde's nerves, "look at you thinking you're the hero and getting mad because I flirted with a girl I don't like-"

"You kissed her!" Clay interrupts.

"And what did you fucking do!? You fucking got in her pants while she was vulnerable, that's how much of a cunt you are, Clay! Get your fucking head out of your ass and look at yourself, you're just as bad!"

Clay takes a step back. He didn't expect to hear that. It was such a shockwave running through his bones. Just the fact that what he did gave that impression is already too much for him to handle, let alone trying to see the truth in those words if there even is one.

"Don't compare," he shakes his head, "it's not the same-"

"Yeah, it's worse," George's confidence goes up dramatically after seeing Clay's taken aback state.

"You're so wrong, it's funny how wrong you are." Clay's shaking his head in denial.

"Am I, Clay? How am I wrong?"

George doesn't see a single reason that would make him wrong in any way. His thought process goes like this. Yes, he did kiss Anastasia but Clay went as far as sleeping with her. He's getting blamed for kissing a girl he doesn't have feelings for by a guy who slept with the said girl. If there is even a difference, then it's favorable for him and not for the blonde.

"You did that cause you had bad intentions. And you did that to a girl you don't like." Clay's voice has gone quieter.

"What intentions did you have then? You fucked her with good intentions?" George raises his eyebrows ignorantly.

"No intentions, George."

"That's impossible," his accent rings again, "even if it was, you still did that to a girl you don't like-- you- wait-"

George started confidently. But the closer he got to the end of his sentence, the more obvious it became to him. Clay likes her. Clay likes Anastasia.

"Finally putting two and two together, good job. Took you fucking long enough," the taller guy's voice almost cuts from how close it is to a mumble as he disappears into the room and quickly gets ready to leave. All he needs is a shirt.

"Clay, wait-" George tries to stop him, but his efforts go down the drain. Before he can even finish his sentence, he's left alone in the house.