yours [dnf] -discontinued-

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(george's pov)

"you're very pretty"

pretty.

he called me pretty.

clay called me pretty.

don't get your hopes up george he didn't fucking mean it.

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"okay okay okay, let me get this straight, the clay smith called you pretty?" karl rants

i cup my face with my hands hiding my face "yes, karl. yes"

"i mean, i can't blame him" karl says giggling

"shut up he probably didn't mean it"

"nah, he definitely did"

"yeah yeah" i say

"hey, bud!" tommy says "hello, karl!"

"hey, tommy!" i say

"hello toms" karl says before looking at me "you're friends with tommy?"

"yeah he invited me to sit with him and his friends in lunch"

"wow, ditching me already?" karl says sarcastically

tommy chuckles "you can come too!"

"alrighty, see you at lunch!" i say, karl nods

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karl and i walk to the cafeteria and look for tommy

seconds later i see him waving at us

"over there, let's go" i say dragging karl to their table

"hello!" tommy says

"hey!" a shorter girl with pink hair, I can tell she isn't american "techno say hi"

"hello" a deep voice says

"hello guys!" i say sitting down, signalling for karl to sit next to me and he does

"you're george right? tommy told us about you" the taller guy with fluffy brown hair speaks

"yeah, and you guys are..?" i say

"oh i'm wil!"

"i'm niki!"

"whatever, techno." the deep voice spoke, sending shivers down my body.

"sorry about him, he isn't normally like this" niki said

"anyway i'm karl, george and tommy's coolest friend" he said jokingly

"he isn't wrong" i say, forcing out a laugh

i'm not used to having a friend group, mainly because it's hard for me to fit in and actually be talkative.

i zone out into the distance thinking about.. i don't know, nothing?

fuck it.

"um guys i need to go to the restroom, i'll be right back" i lied. i needed a cigarette.

i find my way to the back of the school and take a cigarette out of my bag and lighting it up.

i sit on the grass and stare into the sky, still smoking my cigarette.

i start zoning out again, mainly because i'm just tired

"you smoke?"

who the fuck was that.

i look at the direction the voice was coming from to see clay and a shorter boy next to him

"oh um-"

"sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable," he pauses "you just don't seem like the type to smoke"

"yeah i uh- i smoke when i'm anxious"

"nick can you give us a second?" i hear him whisper to the boy beside him, the boy nods and leaves.

clay sits down beside me "i understand, i do that too" he says before looking at me "what's up?

"i- i don't know. i don't know why i'm nervous there's literally nothing to worry about i-"

"george it's fine, not everything has an explanation" clay assures

i sigh out of relief and look back at him "thank you clay"

"no worries" he says

he smiles at me before taking something out of his pocket

"mind lighting mine up?" he says holding out his cigarette to me

i giggle "sure"

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"hey honey how was school?"

"it was um.. something"

"wanna talk about it?" mum says with concern in her eyes

"um no i think i'll go to sleep i'm very tired"

"sleep tight!"

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A/N
sm is happening sorry