life

warmth

I wake up and find myself in an unknown bed.
Fuck.. where am I? Is this clays place- did he do anything?

I look down but only see myself wearing clothes that I've never seen before. I slowly get off the bed and quietly open the door.

It's quiet, really quiet.

Where on earth am I?
"Clay?" I say but no respond..

I carefully walk down the stairs and look around the corner to see Clay. He has headphones on and is making breakfast.

As soon as I stepped out he noticed me, even though his back was turned to me. "Good morning." he puts his headphones down "morning." I give him a quick smile.

"How are you feeling?" he asks as he continues to set the table "good, thanks."
"Sit down. It's delicious, trust me." He smiles at me.

I sit myself down and drink the glass of water first. "None is home so you don't have to worry." he tells me after sitting down.

"You want pancakes?" he asks as he hands them over "with syrup?"

"Stop that." I say, he looks up "stop what?" he asks me "stop being nice just because you saw that yesterday."

He stays quiet.
I do too.

I take the pancake and put Nutella on it without looking at him. "You're a guest, of course I have to be nice." Clay says "you wouldn't be like that to me." I say.

"yes I would." he says "no-" clay cuts me off "away from that- that was David right?" he asks "how do you know him?"

"I've heard of him.." clay mumbles "he also talked to me."
"he talked to you? how? In what way? About what?" I ask.

"He was like 'why are you with George' and everything. Like a fucking creep, bastard." Clay mumbles "don't call him bastard." I say.

Clay looks at me "you're kidding, right?" he ironically laughs. "He was about to rape you for the second time and you're okay with it?!"

"I am not okay with it-" I say "but he's still my friend." I add "friend?" he laughs "that's not something a friend would do."

wait- second time?

"how do you know about the first time?" I ask him "what?" he confusedly looks at me "how do you know that he was about to do it twice!"

"Oh, I did some research." he calmly says "you've been stalking me?" I ask "I wouldn't call that stalking-" clay says.

"And how did you know where I was?"
"accident."
"How did you know it was David?"
"I assumed."
"How did you know I didn't want it?"
"I heard."

I stay quiet.

"I'm not trying to scare you, alright? I wanna help you." Clay says "help?" I look confused at him "you need the help."

"Look clay, we're friends- kinda, but that doesn't mean you can stalk me!" I say "I didn't stalk you!" he says.

"Then how do you know it happened! None knows-" my heart beat stops "except from Nick."

"As if he would tell me." Clay laughs "I overheard a conversation." he says "from who?" I ask "doesn't matter."

I feel anger inside of me, anger that is about to explode.

"Nick didn't say anything." Clay then said "I heard David talking." he suddenly says "I don't know with who or about what, the only thing I heard is that he-" I cut him off "don't."

He stares into my eyes.
"You've to report him, George." he calmly says "I've to do nothing-" clay cuts me off "what if he does that to another person?"

I look up with my eyes.

"If you don't report him, someone else is gonna get hurt." he says "If I don't report him, someone else will." I say.

"You're really going to let him hurt you? You're really just gonna sit there and continue with life?"

"As long as I can, yes." I answer "stop trying to be cool and do something!" Clay angrily hits the table "you can't just pretend it's okay!"

I look away before I get up and leave.

"George wait-" clay says but I ignore him and open the door to see his dad. "Who are you?" he angrily asks "he's a friend." I feel clay grabbing me to the side.

"Is that so?" his dad closes the door while removing his necktie. "What's your name?" he looks down to me "his name is George-" clay answers.

Can't his dad remember me?

"I think your friend can answer for himself." his dad glares at him before looking back to me.

"I'm George Fench." I answer "Fench.. I've heard that name from somewhere.." his dad mumbles.

"Is your father a mafia boss?" he asks out of the nowhere "no, he's a ceo." I tell him "aha, okay."

"Were you guys about to leave?" Clay gets asked "yes, we're just getting our things from upstairs." he pulls me with him.

As soon as we were upstairs he quietly sighs, trying to not let me hear. "Are you scared of him?" I ask clay "of who? my father?"

"Of who else?" I give him a look "I'm not scared, no." he says as he turns around since I'm putting my clothes on.

"You can look, I don't care." I say as soon as I've putten my pants on "I'm okay like this." Clay answers.

"what are you going to do?" I get asked and I feel my mood going down "is he going to stay your friend?"

I don't know.
"Of course." I say which made Clay shake his head.

I get out of his room and he follows me.
We both leave his house and walk, I don't know where since I'm just trying to get away from him, but he follows me.

"why are you following me?" I turn around "I am?" he confusedly looks at me "I'm joking- I wanna spend time with you."

I feel a warmth coming up my heart.

"why?" I ask "what do you mean 'why'? I like spending time with you." he says making the warmth get worser.

"we've become pretty close, haven't we?" he smiles at me "kinda.." I answer "but I can't hang out with you now."

"why?" he asks "I don't think you should get this close to me." I completely change direction of our conversation.

"where did that come from?" he tilts his head as he moves closer but I step away "I'm doing the thing I always do."

"you're taking drugs again?" he asks "didn't you see what was about-" I cut him off "I don't want you to talk about that."

"If you don't wanna end up like me, step way from me, stop getting closer, we're too close." I say.

"I-" he started but stared to walk away.