My midnight hero

Love decisions..

TW violence, swears, underage smoking, attempts of sexual assault, blood

~George's pov~

George looked up at the sound of footsteps, noticing Dream walk into the classroom like he does every morning,
just about late. He looked tired, like he didn't sleep at all. The teacher, seemed to notice this as she looked at
Dream with worry "are you feeling alright Dream? You come to class late and always appear exhausted.." she
asked, concern in her eyes.

Dream walked to his desk, answering before he could sit down "yeah, its just been a little difficult to sleep, I'm
okay though" he gave her a smile, and she returned to her lesson, not wanting to bother the boy more.

George glanced over at Dream, he himself, found it difficult to drop the subject as worry set in, was he up late
studying? Jealousy ran through George, "was he with a girl..?"

He forces the idea out his head, but it continues to bother him. He looks up at his brunette teacher, her marker
sliding against the white board with a satisfying sound. Maybe he should take a few steps back, after all, this whole
situation has been pushing him so much he's lost focus. He soon decides he needs a breather, in a comfortable,
silent room, maybe he could go to the bathroom and wait till he feels a little better? Yeah, he'll do that.

He raised his hand, the teacher turning and calling on him "may I go to the restroom?" He asked, lowering his
hand.

The teacher raised her eyebrow "class just started George.." his facial expression remained the same, she turned
back to the board "okay, but be quick"

George stood, making his way out the class, taking a deep breath as he stepped out. It felt nice, not hearing people
groaning, yawning, tapping, whispering. It was nice. He arrived at the bathroom, hoping it wasn't filled with students
smoking or something, thankfully, the bathroom didn't smell like a ash tray, so he walked in. He looked at himself
in the mirror and sighed, he really needed to get a hair cut.

"You.." a angered tone came from George's right, making him look over quickly to see Carter, holding a cigarette
in his hand. He looked beaten up, bandages on his face and hands, he had eye bags and his jeans were ripped up,
not in a fashion sense though. He brought the cigarette to his mouth, then blowed out a puff of smoke, great, now
the room smelled like sadness and ash, "you're the reason everything's so f#cked up now.." he said, as he dropped the
cigarette onto the ground, and stomped onto it.

George raised his eyebrow, "what..?" He asked, backing up a little, he didn't like the way Carter was looking at him,
envy, jealousy, anger, it was all a negative aura surrounding the boy in front of him, and he didn't like it.

"Ever since your stupid f#cking boyfriend humiliated me.. everyone's been treating me like dirt.. teasing me,
calling me a f#cking weakling! And it's all because of you!" Carter yelled, his angry voice echoing throughout the
bathroom, it sounded dry and cracky.

George looked away "you're the one who picked a fight Carter, you had it coming!" George yelled, he doesn't
need to be afraid of Carter anymore.

Carter let out a shaky breath, probably holding down the urge to hurt George, thank god. "If you weren't so f#cking
negligent and did what I said, none of this would've happened" He walked closer to George, making the brunette
back up "you were just this little feeble piece of sh1t I could bat around all I liked" he said, George's back hit
the wall "now you've got some body guard"

Carter lifted his right hand up, and grabbed George's throat, making the brunettes eyes go wide as his air was
cut off, his hands making their way to Carters wrist in hope he'd let go of his grip, "but you're all alone now, with
no one to stop me" Carter smiled "I can hit you all I want, but those wounds heal.. there's no point" Carter
moved close to George's ear, the brunettes fear rising as his body froze, he couldn't move "I need you to realize
who's in charge"