it took me months to get good with Clay, so I could find out his tactic.
he just knows everything.he doesn't learn or listen, he just knows the answers. as if he was Google..
and today is the day I'll see if he could beat me or not.
while my whole body trembles from the inside I walk over to the score board. All the people around the board are already talking and laughing.
I dare a look at it to see myself in the second place and clay in the first.
my left hand starts to tremble and I feel all of their eyes on me. I knew clay was good, but I didn't think he could actually beat me..
beat me! The best student!
he just flashed before my eyes- he took the place I've been working so hard for.."second place?" I hear a well known voice behind me.
I turn around to see, none else, but my mother."mom.."
"what are you doing here?" i nervously ask."I wanted to see how my successful child is.. or should I say failure." she glares at me "should we talk outside?" she smiles.
failure.. it's the first time she ever called me that.
"I'm very disappointed." she says while her back is turned to me "I'm sorry." i quietly say with my head down.
"why are you apologising to me?" she asks "because i threw away your hard work." i mumble.
"looks like you learned one thing." she turns around and walks over to me, before slapping me.
"second place.. after all the hard work, you dare to become second!" she slaps me again "don't you know what that means!" she shouts.
"I've to tell everyone that my son is a failure! do you know how embarrassing that is for me!"
"aren't you embarrassed.. how dare you to call me mother after that!" she slaps me once again "I'm sorry." is all I could bring out with my red cheek.
"you piece of trash."
"lying to me that school is going super.." she mumbles "don't you dare to contact any of us before you go up to number 1 again."
"not even Tom."
"I don't have a son anymore." she leaves me alone with these words.
and it hurts.i hate to admit it, but it hurts.
especially the last sentence.i wish I could cry, but my eyes just won't get wet. there are no tears to come out and I don't know why.
I'm an embarrassment..
Tom.. why would i contact him, i hate him, he should die after what he did to me!
"It's alright mate." I hear Karl before he pulls me into a hug "i know." i mumble as i finally feel the tears in my eyes.
"second place is good."
It's not.
"It's one place before first, you can still make it!" I hear his smile.but I can't make it.
I'm not as smart as Clay, I'm not Google like he is.but still... I've started to like clay.
He does make me hate him when he acts smarter than me, but it doesn't change the fact that I had fun with him.the day I realised that he's Google, i gave up but couldn't make it obvious. I hung out with him for a few more weeks, but I realised that he's not that bad after all.
"he got second for the first time!" I hear them whisper as i walk past them "he deserves it!"
"he has been first for years! It was time to change it!"I quickly walk into class.
"second place came." I hear Clay say "not now clay!" Karl hits him "it's alright- i don't care." I make the lie up.
"still, it's disrespectful." Karl says and I sit myself down. I feel their eyes on me the more I try to avoid them.
"what are you guys looking at!" Clay suddenly shouts "you guys can't even make it into the top 10." he laughs.
"second place is good, fuckers." he looks to me and gives me a weird feeling. I say nothing but look away from him.
clay lays his arm on my shoulder and looks confused at me. "did you get smacked?" he suddenly asks "huh- oh.. no."
"no? then what happened to your cheek?" he asks "some allergy." I say and feel Karl's eyes on me.
I look to Karl and see his worried face.
"what are you looking at each other?" Nick says "are you lying George?" Clay asks."what- no." I say "did you get smacked?" Nick asks "why would I get smacked?" I say "that's what we're asking you." clay says.
"I did not get smacked or anything like that!" I say "sure you didn't." Nick says "fuck off!" I feel my anger growing.
"enough nick." Karl says to him "what? I'm just joking-" he says.
The more I think about it, the more my anger grows."how do you do it?" I turn my head to clay "how do I do what?" he asks "how do you know this much?"
"you never learned or listened to the teacher- but still, you still made it to the first place!"
"you're second- do you know how good that is?" Max says behind us."Max is right George, second place is very good." Clay says.
It's not.It's not good, second place is not good!
"I know.." I mumble "so what's the problem?" he asks, I stare into his eyes "I don't know." I say and all of us four stay quiet.
"I'll get going." i say before standing up and walking out of the classroom.
"there he is!" they whisper "it must be embarrassing-" they say..
I walk out of the building and the cold air hits my eyes. I feel how my fist gets tighter and my eyes start to water.
Clay POV
"George-" I say as soon as I ran after him and found him standing there all by himself, with his back turned to me.
"what's wrong?" I get closer "are you really that sad?" I asks George, but he stays quiet and keeps looking down to the ground.
we stay in silence for a few short minutes until i get closer again and turn him around before pulling him into a hug.
I feel how my shirt slowly gets wet.
"what's so bad about being second?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "don't shake your head at me, tell me."
maybe he has been growing up like this?
"you're in the shadow of the first placed one." George mumble "the shadow?" I say "the second placed one is the one that almost got to the top, but failed."
"a failure."
"why are you thinking like that- how do you get to that mindset? that's stupid!" I say "second place is the one that deserves most of the attention."
"It's between the first place and third place." i try to look at him but he refuses.
as if he was struggling with that so bad..
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FanfictionGeorge, the best student in the whole boarding school, get over taken by the new student Clay. The first day Clay joined George's class, George knew that Clay wasn't like the others.. George had to give everything to continue being number 1. ______...