Drama Club. (DNF High School Angst)

Chapter 18: Fault.

♡Clay pov♡

I stared at George in shock.

"Sorry. Was that too early?" He asked.

"I love you too." I stated.

I saw a faint smile appear on his lips, and his face turned red.

"Let's go. We're gonna be late for rehearsal." He said.

He got off my bed, and I followed. We left my room and went down the hall. I grabbed my keys, and we both put our shoes on before leaving. We got in my car, and I started towards the high school.

"Should we tell anyone?" George asked.

"Do you want to?" I questioned.

♡George pov♡

I thought about the question for a minute.

Is it a good idea to tell people?

"We could tell people. Start with our friend group." I stated.

"Sounds good to me." He replied.

I'm happy he didn't want to do anything earlier. I really wasn't in the mood. Daniel never cared about that, though. It was always about him. Whenever he wanted and wherever he wanted. He didn't care about me. I was only there to do things for him.

"Are you okay?" Clay asked.

I looked over at him, and he glanced at me. His hand moved to my thigh, squeezing it lightly.

"Remember, you can always talk to me about what's bothering you." He reminded me.

"I was just thinking about how different things are. You treat me differently than Daniel did. It just feels weird that you didn't expect me to give you head. Daniel always expected it when he asked. Even on times he didn't ask, he knew I wouldn't fight him on it. He knew I would just let him. I kinda realized I'm really bad at fighting back on things I don't wanna do. I let the man do whatever, and I never tried to hurt him." I ranted.

He nodded, waiting for me to continue.

"Sometimes I just freeze up and don't know what to do. That's what usually happened in the white room or with Daniel. I just let it happen because if I fight back, it could be worse. Not with my dad, though. I had to fight back, or I would die." He let me rant.

I moved both legs up onto the seat, and I hugged his arm against me.

"It feels wrong not being treated like that. I feel like something bad needs to happen to me constantly, or I don't know what to do." I told him.

He squeezed my thigh again.

"Bad things happening every day are over. You don't have to be hurt by your dad anymore. The man is dead, and the white room is burned down." He said.

I nodded.

"It feels weird being treated like this, but I like it. It's nice." I mumbled.

We soon arrived at the high school.

"I'm tired." I groaned.

We got out of the car, and he opened the backseat door. He grabbed a blanket.

"You can nap." He stated.

We walked down the sidewalk and into the school. We went into the gym. Niki and Karl immidiantly ran over to us.

"Hey, we're practicing the end and my maid part today." Niki told me.

"Good. I've been practicing." He stated.

"What part?" Niki asked.

"Kissing." He said, shrugging as he did so.

I felt my face turn red. Karl and Niki both looked at me, then back at Clay. I grabbed his arm, hugging it again.