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left behind (part 2)

Here's the second part, hope you'll enjoy it.
Here I also put something that has actually happened to me, except no one was there to confort me.

*Dream's pov:*

I had just arrived to the new school I transferred, luckily I wasn't too late.
As I entered the professor quickly assigned my seat next to this Carlos guy, he seemed chill.

As I was walking towards my seat I can't help but notice the brunet whose seat is right infront of Carlos. We made eye contact but he broke it immediatly.
He looked a little down, but I thought that he was maybe just tired since it was quite early in the morning.

Throughout the first hours of math and latin I noticed that there were many students saying weird things about a certain George, "look at the way he is sitting" "look how emotionless he looks, always with the same expression on his face" this followed a giggle, they kept on going like they didn't have anything better to do with their lives.
I was curious so I decided to ask Carlos about the whole situation, "hey...Carlos" I called the student next to me, "yeah?" he said, "who is this George the others keep talking about?" I asked, his face saddened, "it's the poor guy infront of us..." he said with faint voice, I was shocked, "why are they doing this to him? He looks like such a good person...", "honestly I don't really know, all I know is that they used to be friends. And yes he is a really nice." Carlos said to me.
"Thank you for telling it to me" I said, "no problem".

*Time skip:*

After hearing what Carlos said I was left shocked, what could have possibly happened between George and the others.
I decided to wait for the bell to ring so I could go to the brunet and try talk to him, maybe become his friend, for now....(🤨).

After about 10 minutes the bell finally rang 'finally' I thought to myself.

I saw the small brunet head out of the classroom, I speedwalked to him and put my hand on his shoulder, "hey, you must be George?" I said though it sounded more like a question, he didn't say anything so I continued "I'm clay, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to the caffeteria with me?", the brunet had a puzzled expression on his face, "sure, I guess..." he eventually said.
I was happy he acepted, I couldn't wait to spend some time with him, he looked kinda of cute (🤭).

When we got there we sat at an empty table.
I got something to eat, I was starving though George didn't "aren't you hungry?" I asked, "yeah, but I don't feel at easy eating around other people" he said, 'noted' I said to myself.

"You seem nice, wanna be my friend?", he quickly looked away like I had said something of absurd, without saying a word.
"I don't think you would want to be my friend..." he said saddened, "what, why?..", "I don't know I'm just loner, very serious...who would want to stay with me?...", he looked so sad it broke my heart, how could he think that of himself, "that's not true, I'm certain you're a wonderful person" I said with smile trying to brighten up the mood, which low-key helped because I saw him smile a little, the sight of him smilling warmed my heart, he looked so cute.
He noticed I was staring, causing him to turn around and blush, which made me chuckle, 'how could he be so adorable?'.

"Then can we be friends?" I asked again softly, he looked at me surprised "sure", he aswered sounding a little hesitante.

And so we slowly got closer and closer, I guess you could say we became pretty good friends.
The small liking I had for him turned into a fat crush, I always wanted to be around him all the time, but of course I couldn't I wanted to respect his personal space, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable with my presence.

We've known eachother for a couple of months and I still hadn't asked him about what happened between him and our classmates, I was planning on doing that soon.

*Time skip:*

It was official today I was gonna ask George about his 'situation', I crossed my fingers hoping I'll make it without causing anything I wouldn't want to.

I got to school at 8.05 which means the lesson was starting.
When I got in class my heart melted at the sight of the small brunet. I flashed him an ancouraging smile, which he returned.

Seeing him smile made me happy, especially because today he had an italian grammar interrogation at the white board, which means he would have to analize the different parts of a sentence at the board infront of the whole class.
Knowing his anxiety disorder and all the other 'problems' (if you know what I mean), and the fact that he wasn't too good when it comes to grammar made the situation even worse.

Soon the bell rang, the break started.
George quickly left the classroom, I started to go after him, but I lost truck of him immediatly, I looked everywhere but I couldn't find him so I decided to enter what seemed to be a library, and that's where I found him.
I wanted to go talk to him, but he seemed to be busy studying so I left not wanting to disturb him, 'he's probably rewising for his interrogation' I thought to myself. (Prepare for the worst😔🤞)

*Time skip (end of break):*

Everybody was already in class, as there were going to be more than one student texted.
George was still rewising at his place, looking super anxious. The way his hands were trembling and how he was sitting made me really worried.

Carlos was the first one to be texted, he did pretty good and obtained a 7, which is not really that much, but considering how strict the italian teacher was, it's a great result.

After him George was called at the board. He started analizing the first setence the teacher made him write on the board, him being horrible with italian, already made a mistake to which most of the class laughed at, this made me feel so bad for him.
He didn't show any kind of emotion but I knew he was in pain at the moment.
He was writting his last sentence at the board, when he accidentaly wrote 'Greccia' instead of 'Grecia' (if you know italian you know😅, but you can probably understand anyway).
Most of class laughed at him for that, and for most of the mistakes he would make, and the way professor reacted to them was defenetly not helping at all .
Everytime George made a mistake she would overeact by sighing loudly and leaning back on her chair. She perfectly knew George was no good with grammar and what the brunet was suffering from, yet she didn't seem to care at all.

Because of the mistake he did in spelling 'Grecia' the teacher then started to ask George unnecesery questions pratically treating him like a child, "do you ever get mad? You need to show it a bit", which wasn't exacly offensive, but keeping in mind the contest and the way she said it it certenly was.
You could tell the situation was degenerating as George started to show a little bit of sadness on his face, this showed how much pain this situation was causing him, since his anxiety would normaly block his emotions.
"Yes.... I do get mad" he said with a weak voice, it was starting to become hard to keep it together for him, luckily the was done with the interrogation so he could finally go back to his seat.

Seeing the whole scene happen right infront of me made me furious, I wanted to interrupt everything to defend George, but I had no choice but to stay silent.
I wished I could just get up from my seat to rush over to George, to squeeze him in my arms and help him calm down, inhale his scent and never let go.

Soon the hour ended, aftee this we had two hours of p.e, 'this is going to be a torture for George' I thought.

I started to put my stuff in my schoolbag, the smaller doing the same.
I was already done, and so I remained close to George, when I was a tear fall on his desk, this broke my heart, I quickly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, trying to confort him.

*Time skip:*

Everybody was heading to the dressing room (I don't know if that's how it's called😭).
Before getting in too I walked up to the teacher, "excuse me, could me and George skip for today?" trying to sound as polite as possible, "skip? Why?" the teacher asked, and so I decided to tell what was going on, not exacly everything but enough to convince him.

After that I headed back to the others who were all chaging their shooses, some clothes too.
I then waited for me and Goerge to be alone in the room, so I could talk to him.

To be continued

This is the end of the second part, the third will probably be the last part of this short-story.

I will upload the next part as soon as possible.👍😁