🫧Bubbles🫧 | DNF

🫧 Chapter 2 🫧

"You don't drown by falling into the water. You only drown if you stay there."
— Zig Ziglar

Confrontation, aside from the word 'friend' was another word George desperately hated. It wasn't even the confrontation part; it was just that confrontation was a part of communication, which George also hated.

Yeah, George hated a lot of things. Like the boy who seemed to not understand to leave him alone.

"Come on, I just asked you why you're always so uptight; why are you walking away?" The guy chuckled as he lightly speed-walked after George. George didn't need to hear anything from anyone at the moment. Especially if it was Andrew Thompson, the senior who just adored walking up to girls in his free time and had such a way with words that half the school wanted to punch him in the face. He was a typical loud boy with black hair, wearing leather jackets and all that. What he was doing bothering George as an afterschool activity, George himself didn't understand since today Andrew had his ballet lessons after school (or so he'd heard). People were supposed to be leaving George alone, anyway.

"Hey, don't talk to the mute boy like that! He won't be able to answer you." Jason was a blond, pudgy, yet tall guy who always walked hand-in-hand with Andrew. It was no surprise the two were together to track George down. Also, George was pretty sure Jason had a crush on the latter, but he never looked into it. They could just be friends. Not that it mattered to him anyway.

"Damn... Do you reckon he knows sign language at least, then?" Andrew gave a scoff of mocking pity.

"What the hell's your problem?" George turned around and hissed through his teeth. This ended up with the two boys almost walking into George and almost breaking his bubble. George stepped back with ease to avoid it from happening.

"Jesus Christ, it's a miracle! Jason, it talks!" Andrew giddily jumped up and down and shook his friend's arm.

"Piss off and go to your dumb dance practice." George scoffed and turned away. "Don't talk to me."

This apparently upset Andrew very much; he ignored the fact that half the school knows he's a dancer as soon as he opened his dumb mouth.

"Yeah, you got a problem with that? You think boys can't dance? What do you think you're doing anyway, finding out my dance schedule?" He snarled. Andrew pulled George back by his hoodie and slammed him into a locker.

George yelped and hastily tried to balance himself.

"I never fucking said that! I told you to stop tailing me!"

"Drew, come on, he has no friends; he probably just listens in on conversations! We all get bored sometimes; imagine how lonely he must be. Leave him alone." Jason's shoulders slumped. He seemed to be trying to reason with his friend, but Andrew didn't seem to care.

George just glared at Andrew's forehead, not having the will to look him in the eyes. It was the perfect tactic to make someone uncomfortable. Obviously, making someone uncomfortable equals someone leaving George alone and George being happy.

"Aww, you look like one of those angry four-foot-five girls, George. Or... Georgina? What should I call you? Are you jealous that I have the balls to go to ballet classes and you don't?"

George's hands were getting clammy and shaky from this. He hated talking to people, let alone rude people, let alone rude people that cornered him for the fun of it.

"Hey, Andrew, that's not cool! What are you doing?" George's head snapped up to see Clay walking over to investigate the scene of the brutal harassment of a lifetime.