"you're so beautiful y/n, you know that?" he smiled, running his thumb along my cheek "i can't find a single flaw on you" he snorts "hey, you snorted!" i giggle pointing out the first time i've ever heard him snort "yeah, its a newly formed habit shortcake."
This is the second time this has fucking happened. My breathing is heavy and my hair messy, I look around and my eyes land on his camera. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to take the camera off off Nick, it certainly doesn't contribute to the fact that I want Clay out of my mind rather than having something of his in my room.
Today was friday, the end of the week and I am suppose to have this stupid project done by the end of next week. I didn't have much to go off on when it came to thinking of my good memory besides the last time i truly laughed... which was coincidently with Clayton.
My phone buzzes and I roll over, reaching for it on my nightstand.
Brie <3
y/n you're missing out on the drama, clay is
beating most of the football team up!!!
brie, you mean my clay?
What the fuck he isn't my Clay he isn't anyone's Clay, I stare blankly at the message waiting for Brie to text back, the bubble appearing indicating that she's responding.
your clay?
no i mean like the clay that we know?
YES
well why is he doing that? he's apart of the football team he'd get kicked!
yeah i know but no one can stop him.
so why are you texting me about him?
because i think you're the only one
who can stop him.
I stare at my phone, what does that mean? I can stop him. How the fuck was I suppose to do that? slap him on the back of the head and scold him for fighting anyone else but me? No. I facetime Brie hoping she'd pick u and sure enough she does, immediately turning the camera to Clay.
Clay was beaten up, his fist covered in blood almost like he was amidst a manic episode. "holy shit" my hand slaps across my mouth, i had never seen him this bad. "hold on i have no ride." I start to panic.
I had no idea why I was panicking, this didn't affect me in any way did it. I mean its not like I was there to egg him on or anything. I don't think.
"Nick and George are coming to get you" Brie breathes out flipping the camera back to her "No i can't talk to him." I object "You have to" Brie says in a worrying tone, I don't think even she's seen him this bad.
There was a knock at my door and I grab a hoodie putting it down and rushing downstairs, holding my phone tightly "I haven't even had a fucking shower" I open the door to see Nick, breathless. "Please, you need to help." he sighs.
"H-how?" I ask him "trust me, he'll only listen to you." Nick says trying to catch his breath, i peer into Clay's car they must have taken his keys from his bag. George was sat in the car on his phone talking but even he seemed a bit upset about the situation. "you fuckers owe me." I sigh as Nick runs back to the car and I follow him, sitting in the back seat.
"Hi y/n-" "fuck up and let's go" I mumble.
A million thoughts cross my mind what if he doesn't listen? what if he turns on me? what if im the reason this started? what will he do if he sees me? My fingers tap against my knee anxiously as I stare out the window. I had never been so nervous before.
We arrive at school and everyone had been kicked out. "shit" i look at the state of the school "what riled him up" i ask them "we don't know" Nick responds and I jump out of the car running into the school but security stop me "Ma'am you cannot-" "oh please" I roll my eyes shoving past them.
But walking into the school was tragic, my eyes were on him slouched against a locker. The teachers holding him down, restraining his arms as the football team yell at him.
I storm down the hallway towards them "Don't you feel ashamed of yourselves, there's 8 of you against him." my stern voice shuts them up "y/n why are you he-" "you shut the fuck up" i guess anger took control of me.
"there are 8 of you, and 1 of him. in what right mind is that fucking fair. sure he hit you lot first." I pause glancing at the state of Clay before standing in front of him. I think the Mother in me had come out. "but you should take the fucking hint that he isn't okay for some random fucked up reason. it doesn't mean you all jump him because one of you got punched. this isn't the fucking street." I yell at them raising my finger.
They all wipe the smug look off their faces "y/n, you don't understand." one of the football members speak up, Jeremiah, wiping his lip "he jumped us because-" "probably because you were stupid, like you always are." I talk over him "your mouths don't fucking help along with your big dick ego." my voice gets louder "Y/N Y/L/N" Mr Lively yells and I ignore him.
"Now i'm trying to think through things myself, to be quite frank i don't know why i was called. but if i'm called again i will not hesitate to beat the fuck out of your girlfriends and sisters." I say, maybe that was a bit too far... Im not that tough.
One football guy steps up to me, looking down to me like a little peasant but the other teammates hold him back "you can't hit a girl" they whisper "thats why we were talking smack about your bitchass." my jaw drops.
That's why Clay was beating them up? They were talking shit about me.
"fuck off" I scoff, my tongue rubbing the inside of my cheek. "Jeremiah?" I ask looking back at Jeremiah, my old pre-school friend, he nods silently "you're all fucked." i spit at them and Clay laughs "don't think i'm done with you. you just got your ass suspended again." i turn to him before strutting off.
"YOU PEOPLE RUIN MY DAY." I Yell.
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cameras and memories | dream
Fanfictioni guess photography class wasn't the worst thing to happen to us. (highschool au)
