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{Chapter 10} Misfortune

"Well, yesterday I broke my foot and he threatened to make it harder for me to recover so we made a deal. I had to go to his house and-"

"Wait you went to his house??" Karl interrupted.

"And then what happened!?" screamed Nick, clearly intrigued.

"I found out he is Dream, the Minecraft content creator, and shit got weird.."

"No. Fucking. WAY," screamed Karl.

"And then what!?" yelled Nick, again.

"Well I was facing his computer and he aproched me. He then pressed his body onto my back and put his hands on my waist." I could feel my face heating up while explaining.

"You're lying." said Nick.

"I shit you not, he slipped his hands under my shirt and was touching my skin!"

"Did anything else happen!?" asked Karl.

"Yeah, I felt his lips touch my neck. It wasn't a kiss, more like his lips caressed my skin."

"I thought he was homophobic," said Karl.

"Yeah I thought so too. But then he said, 'I thought you were gay' after I pushed him off me."

"What a fucking psycho!" laughed Nick.

We finished our evening off by catching up. It had been a couple of months since we spoke so they had a lot to say.

"If Clay makes something up about me again, come to me and ask me if he's right. I promise to give you guys the honest truth."

"Sure thing George," Karl said smiling.

I put my arms around them and brought us all into a hug before departing.

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It was Saturday and I was laying in bed, scrolling through tiktok on my phone. The doorbell rang and my mom wasn't home so I had to answer it.

I was in my boxers but just decided to put a tshirt on, not minding the embarrassment.

To my surprise, the person I hated the most at the moment, was at my front door.

"Can I come in George?" he asked.

"My mom's gonna be home soon. We can talk at school," I said shutting the door on him.

A hand held the door open and fought back with a strong force to keep it open. I gave in and was approached by a tall figure walking close to me.

He shut the door behind him and got closer to me. All I could do was back up until my back hit a wall.

My body froze as I was being pinned by his intensity. His eyes glued on mine and mine glued on his.

"George," he started as he put an arm up, pressed against the wall. "Do you like me or not?"

I scoffed at the question. "Why would I like you?"

He sighed and went on to say, "I'm getting frustrated George."

"Well you want the truth don't you?"

While I was annoyed, he wouldn't keep his eyes off mine. I had to look away for a second because it was too much eye contact.

"I want you to like me."

I was quite stunned. Mostly confused. His words kept repeating in my head and I couldn't stand it.

"So you can play with my heart?," I scoffed yet again.

"Maybe later," I chuckled.

"Look George. I don't know why, but I want you to like me."

"Smooth Romeo. What're you gonna say next? How beautiful my eyes sparkle in the moonlight?"

He looked away to hide the blush on his face. I guess he was starting to realize the messed up shit he was saying. Not a word was coming from his mouth and I was getting impatient.

"If you don't have anything to say, the door's right behind you." I said while slightly shoving him.

"I promise I have more to say," he said while getting closer to me and grabbing my waist.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" I said, struggling.

He wouldn't let go and was bringing his body and face closer to mine.

This is fucked up! I can't let him do this! Please God stop this.

I gave up fighting a while ago, knowing he wouldn't let me go until he got what he wanted.

I was relieved to hear the sound of the door creaking open. God really did hear me.

"Oh! Am I interrupting something?"

"No mom he was just leaving," I said while sliding Clays hands off of me.

"Um yeah I should really go. It was nice meeting you," he said while stuttering.

Clay was on his way to the door when my mother said,"George why don't you walk your friend out?"

I didn't want her to think I liked him or anything so I complied. The two of us awkwardly walked, side by side, out the front door.

To prevent her from hearing what we say, I closed the door behind me.

"Can we talk at school?" he asked.

"Wow that's a first. You never ask me what I want."

"I'll take that as a yes," he said while walking away.