Church boy

Part 2

I slouched down in my seat in the back of my car. My mom sighed for the millionth time and placed her hands over her eyes. "You do this every week." She complains. "And each week I expect you to get the hint." I replied. She sighed again. "You have to go, Clay. You're broken, and I know you think you aren't but you are. We're trying to help you, Clay, please just try."

I scoffed. "Bullshit." I spat. "You don't care about me, at all. You've made my life a living hell and you couldn't care less!" I folded my arms over my chest and my mom dropped her hands into her lap. "Do not speak to your mother like that." My dad warned. "Shut the fuck up. You're just about as useless as her too. You don't even have a job, you sad sack of bones. The only threatening thing about you is that stupid school you keep bringing up."

My mom slammed her hands down on the steering wheel of the car. "Stop it, Clay!" She yelled, turning to look at me over her shoulder. I flinched slightly. "Your father and I have done everything for you so stop being so spoiled! We've dealt with you and this attention seeking phase for too long now, you are going to church and that is it. Nothing is going to change our minds so get out of this car right now before we drive you to the next state over and leave you at the doorstep of the school." I sucked my teeth and shook my head. I opened the car door before slamming it closed behind me.

The bang was loud enough to turn people's heads to see what was wrong. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and wiped the tears into my jeans. One head stayed turned in my direction. George's. Our eyes met and I looked away, wiping my left eye with the pad of my thumb. That's embarrassing.

I looked back to see the brunette walking into the church. I'm going to talk to him today.

My parents sped off in their car and I slowly dragged myself towards the church, my phone held closely by my side for when I got bored. The same man from yesterday was standing at the door. He looked me up and down before smiling at me and nodding. Asshole.

I only had a simple pair of black jeans and a hoodie on today. Nothing 'too gay' like my parents asked so that's probably why he actually looked at me today.

I turned down the hall and smiled at the boy waiting by the wall. He had long curly hair that flicked over his eyes, it pretty much covered them completely so I'm guessing he has a hard time getting around. He smiled back. "Hi, Dream." I smiled at the use of my preferred name. "Hey, Karl." He looked back down at his phone and I turned into the small room everyone claims to be a classroom. It was nothing like a classroom.

It was small and could barely fit everyone even though there were only around 15 people in the 'class'. It had a big chalkboard at the front with some stupid quote written from the bible in big bold writing. Today it was: 'If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads.'

I feel like that one was aimed at me.

"Oh, wow, okay." There was a quiet scoff behind me and I turned to see George standing there. "Careful, love. Complain too much and they'll think you're a queer." I joked. He rolled his eyes and laughed, cheeks tinting slightly. "I'm Dream, by the way." I introduced myself, turning my body towards the boy. He frowned jokingly. "Like the things you get in your sleep?" He asked. I nodded, only to receive a laugh in return. "Weird but I'm George." He stuck his hand out and I gladly took it, shaking the tanned hand in my much paler one.

We sat down at the back of the room. I sat in my normal seat and George followed, sitting at the desk beside me. "Is this place any good?" He asked. I stretched out my legs and parted my knees, getting as comfortable as I can before this shit show begins. "Fuck no, you'll be lucky if you leave with any piece of sanity left." He laughed.

I looked down at my phone beside me before being rudely interrupted by a tap on my desk. I looked up to see the 'teacher' with his hand out, waiting for something. "What?" I asked, lifting my shoulders and shaking my head. "I didn't bring any money, if that's what you want." He rolled his eyes and pushed his hand even closer to my face. One inch closer and I'm biting.

"Phone." He demanded. I screw faced at his stupid demand. "In your wet dreams, asslicker." I placed my phone under my thigh before folding my arms again. "If you want it you'll have to get it and if you plan on putting your hand that close to my dick you might just be considered a gay." He dropped his hand in a glare. "One warning, McKay." He pointed at me before walking away, his ugly greased hair sticking to the back of his head as he left.

"You really don't care about rules, do you?" George asked. I shook my head and pulled my phone back out. "Why would I when the rules are based on ruining fun?" George shrugged. "Fair." I placed my hand on my knee and turned to look at the brunette.

"So." I started. He hummed back, confused. "Yesterday. Your mom didn't seem to want you to meet me, or anyone for that matter." I scoffed. "Oh, yeah." George chuckled nervously. "She's just forgetful like that, I'm sure the same would've happened to Amelia if I were there and not her." He shrugged. I hummed, not completely believing him. "My mum and dad are just weird like that." Mum? I frowned before widening my eyes. I'm so fucking stupid.

"Are you British?" I asked. George frowned, clearly confused. "Yeah?" He answered. "How did you not know?" He asked, laughing. I groaned and ran a hand down my face. "I don't know." I whined. "I wasn't paying that much attention." How did I miss that? His voice is pretty much laced in the accent, it's impossible to miss.

The ugly man at the front of the room started his 'lesson' so I grabbed my phone. I pushed my chair back slightly to create enough space to fit my phone in between my chest and my desk before turning it on and opening twitter. There were no new tweets from my friends and I almost groaned out loud before remembering that I'm not supposed to be on my phone.

Dreamwastaken posted a new tweet!

🥱 this shi is about as boring as ur dad in bed

I scrolled through my very boring timeline. It was full of Sapnap's replies to his friends out of town, like Punz, for example. They were basically arguing over whose dick would be better to suck. I personally think Punz's but Sapnap bribed me to pick him with a packet of skittles. Punz wasn't very happy.

Velvetiscake replied to your tweet!

Good thing I'm not my dad 😳😳

I laughed and clicked the little pop up at the top of my screen. I liked the reply before replying to him.

Dreamwastaken replied to Velvetiscake!

Me + you + 🛏️ = 🍆💦 ???

I've known Velvet since I was around 14. I posted a picture of a burning Bible on my Twitter after I came out as gay and he was one of the few people that actually helped me be more comfortable with being me, I guess. He's a great guy and he and his boyfriend, Ant, are definitely in my top 5 friends.

"Can you tell me what that means, Clay?" I looked up to see a long ass question written out on the chalkboard. "It means as long as I listen to you my brain will continue to shut down until I'm left drooling on your terribly carpeted floor."

I got my phone taken off of me and I was sent out of the room.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I waited beside the door. I understand making me leave the room, I'm actually grateful for that part but taking my phone too? Come on, man, that's just rude. I peeked in through the door window and I made eye contact with the fucker before he turned away, completely ignoring me.

There is no way I'm standing out here for 2 hours. I walked back in and sat down in my seat, ignoring the glare from the teacher. 2 hours, that's not that bad, right? I mean, George is here now if I really get bored.

I turned to look at the brunette, he was practically falling asleep. He had his elbow propped up on the table with his chin in his hand. His eyes would flutter shut for a few seconds before he'd close them completely, drop his head, wake up from the shock and then restart the whole pattern. He groaned after another head drop before rubbing his eyes and just leaving his hands over his eyes.

Maybe I won't have George to talk to.

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