Be my Valentine?

Chapter Three, I'm not a Toy

At first George didn't notice. He just grabbed his binder and hung up his bag. But as he was about to close his locker, he saw it. The pink heart folded over with a cover saying 'To: George.'

Nick and Clay were standing behind him and he was aware of how they were watching him.

"Is that a valentine George~" Nick teased. He rolled his eyes and ripped it off the door carefully. His mind was racing and he glanced back at Clay, who was not-surprisingly, nearly glaring at the card.

Reluctantly, he opened it, and immediately smiled at Clay's messy handwriting.

Dear, George

Will you give me the honor and absolute privilege of being your valentine for this horrible day? - Clay

Blush crept up George's neck and he turned around. Clay was smirking and Nick was red from trying not to laugh.

"Sure."

"LET'S GOOOO!" Clay jumped up and smiled brightly, Nick patting him on the back while laughing. He smiled and stuffed the note in his pocket while kicking his locker closed. Today might just be a chance to show Clay that Valentine's day wasn't just lovey dovey shit. It was having fun with your friends, that's all that really mattered anyways.

Or, even better, he could convince Clay to be more than just friends? No, that would never work. Wait why was he even thinking that? Ugh god it's all stupid anyways.

Still, he kept smiling and never showed a glimpse of how he really felt for his friend. The fear of losing him was 10x bigger than the proposition of confessing to him.

So, now that George's thoughts were sorted out, he walked with Clay to their first period. The whole halfway was filled with voices almost the whole walk to class. But right as they turned the corner to go to the science hall, George felt Clay's finger's brush up against his, and eventually interlock. His heart was pounding in his head and he gave a light squeeze without looking up. Blush spread across his cheeks but he shook it off. It was just fake.

Slowly, but surely, this was becoming George's worst nightmare. This was the definition of somebody's feelings being toyed with. It hurt more than ever. So he dropped Clay's hand and hugged his binder close as they walked into the class. And even though George couldn't tell, Clay was hurting too.

All of class they were messing around and telling everybody they were each other's valentines. It was funny, but there was a clear line between joking and hurt that they had defined without any words needed.

"Aw, cute."

"Why is everybody gay but me?"

"Tall blonde, short brunette, too cliche guys."

"I want a wedding invite."

"CUTEST COUPLE YESSS!"

Those were the best reactions they got out of everybody. Somebody even weirdly burst out in tears, and their friend had to calm them down, maybe a simp for Clay or something. It was funny but they tried their best in the moment to not laugh.

And after three periods of hilarious joking and only about 2% of work, it was time for lunch. They teased each other about it all the way to the cafeteria where Karl and Nick were waiting. George smiled at both of them, but neither of them smiled back. Weird.

"Hey guys!"

Nothing back except some weird eye contact with Karl. They both looked like they knew something, and clearly Clay had enough.

"What the fuck is happening?"

Nick and Karl made brief eye contact before Karl sighed and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.

"Look, I don't know how to say this-"

"Just say it."

"Fine. We swear, this isn't fake. But maybe you've been overdoing-"

"Ugh, just get to the point already. Guys, everybody thinks you're actually gay."

When I say this was rushed, I mean I haven't even edited anything yet sooo sry for any weird parts and/or spelling errors <3