Be my Valentine?

Chapter Seven, he's not even gay

Their noses touched as they both leaned in. This is it, please don't be a dream please don't be a dream-

"George! There you are! I was wondering if you could help me to my class? I have no idea where it is." Wilbur was standing a few feet away from them, and George immediately flinched back away from Clay.

"Yeah sure, which class do you have?"

Clay shook his head, and started backing away from George. Biting his lip and mentally yelling at himself for even trying to kiss George, he turned around and started to walk to the boys bathroom. On the way there, he looked back quickly to make sure nobody followed him. And much to his heart's despair, George was already off to help Wilbur with who knows what.

After checking there was nobody in the stalls, he immediately broke down, sliding down the wall and bringing his knees up to his chest. The bell had already rung, and it was dead silent.

Clay felt petty. Like he was making a big deal out of nothing. And maybe he was, but so what? What could he even do about it? Nothing. That's what hurt the worst. He was torn between doing nothing and possibly letting his friend get hurt, or doing something and getting himself hurt. He's too ugly anyways, there's no way George likes him. George probably just felt pressured by him and went along with it. How could he have been so stupid? GEORGE ISN'T EVEN GAY.

Tears started to trickle down his face and he let out a small sob.

TW: Self Harm

After letting his thoughts roam loose in his head for a few minutes, he had set his mind on one thing. And he had the perfect plan.

-Time skip, all he did was walk to the office but I'm too lazy to write that heh-

"Hey! How can I help you?" The lady at the front desk asked.

"My class needs some pencils and a small sharpener. Do you have any?"

"I believe so. Wait here, I'll be back in a jiff."

A jiff? How old is this lady-

"Here we go!"

HOW IS SHE BACK SO FAST-

"Uh thanks." Clay took the pencil pack and sharpener, giving the lady a quick smile before leaving the front office.

-Time Skip, all he did this time was walk back but I'm lazy lol-

He ripped open the pencil package and pulled one out, setting the rest on the ground. Then he used the sharpener to sharpen the eraser of the pencil, twisting it a few times and yanking it out the third. Now the metal part was cut into, and it was sharp.

Do you really want to do this?

Yes. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, gripping the pencil tight in his hands and lowering it to his arm. He felt the sharp point dig into his skin. Just do it. He quickly pulled the pencil down, dragging it along his skin over and over again. Tears stung at his eyes furiously.

His tears blurred his vision, but he saw the red blood lines covering his arm. He pulled his knees up to his chest and sobbed quietly. It was about 30 minutes before he decided he should get to his class, so he started cleaning up the scene.

His arm was covered in blood, so he wiped that off first. Looking in the mirror his eyes were red and puffy and his hair was sticking to his wet tears.

George is gonna be so mad at me.

After a few minutes of wiping tears and cleaning off his arm, Clay walked to his locker to put on a sweatshirt to cover his arm. But before he could open it, the bell rang. People started flooding into the halls and opening lockers. Fuck fuck fuck- he quickly tried to turn his arm so people couldn't see the lines but it was still clearly visible. FUCK- god everyone's gonna see-

Tears stung at Clay's eyes again.

"Put it on." A voice very familiar to Clay was to his right, blocking anyone's sight of his arm. WIlbur was holding out a dark green sweatshirt for Clay, his eyes filled with worry.

Stubbornly, without a choice, Clay took it and pulled it on over his head.

"Thanks." He muttered.

"Anytime." Wilbur replied before walking away.

Almost immediately after Wilbur left, George walked up to Clay.

After looking him up and down, George squinted his eyes.

"Is that Wilbur's sweatshirt?"
"Are you so obsessed with him that you think I'd really wear his sweatshirt? Come on Georgie. I bought it yesterday."

"What are we talking about?" Nick walked up to them both. He looked Clay up and down too.

"Is that-"

"No." Clay said angrily. He opened his locker and grabbed his books for math.

(Okay so I'm pretty sure he has math 3rd period or something because of earlier chapters but it's fine-)

"Jeez you're taking so long, we're gonna be late." George grabbed Clay arm to drag him to class but he winced and flinched away.

Nick was already gone and there were only a few people left wandering in the hallway.

George looked at Clay, his eyes covered in fear...

"Please don't tell me you-"

"I didn't. Just fuck off, it's not your business anyway."

"Clay."

George's sharp tone stopped Clay from walking away. A few moments passed. Slowly, he rolled up Clay's sleeve, closing his eyes after seeing the cuts. He turned Clay around and looked at him, eyes glassy. Then he pulled him into a hug.

"I love you. Please remember that." George said, his words muffled from leaning into Clay's chest.

"I love you too." Clay whispered, hugging George tighter.

Heyyyyy...it's been a while. Let's not get too detailed but yeah, I threw up while ice skating, wasn't feeling too good for a few days, but I finally managed to get this chapter out! Hope you enjoy!! -Minty <3