Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 10

♡Clay pov♡

George wasn't in class yesterday or today. The professor seemed agitated at George's absence. George wasn't answering anyone's calls or texts either.

"I'm going to his apartment." I stated.

Karl and Sapnap looked at me, seeming surprised.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Karl asked.

I nodded.

"Miguel thinks we're working on a project together. It wouldn't be weird to show up." I told them.

They both nodded.

"Let me know how he's doing, please. Tell him to answer my calls." Karl said.

I stood up and grabbed my keys. I left Sapnaps dorm and left the building. I walked across campus to my car and got in. I started it and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove off campus and onto the street towards the less nice part of town. I got to his apartment building and went inside. I went upstairs and knocked on the door. Minutes passed, and it opened. Miguel stood there smelling horribly of alcohol.

"Is George here?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"He's at work." He stated.

I nodded, and he shut the door.

Damn it. He works at a strip club.

I went down the hallway and downstairs, leaving the building. I got to my car and drove the short drive to the club. There were a lot of people here, considering the sun was set. I parked and got out. I showed the bouncer my ID and went inside. My nose was hit with the smell of alcohol and Marijuana.

There's so many people.

Someone shoulder checked me.

"Watch it, asshole."

What a lovely place for George to work. I'm sure he doesn't get treated like absolute shit.

I pushed through people and saw him. He was up on stage with a black lingerie like set on with long black heeled boots. He was flaunting around and shaking his ass and hips.

I hate to admit it, but he's good at this. He has a really nice body.

He got off the stage and started flirting with a man double his age. He sat in his lap and began messing with his tie.

"Hey, handsome. Looking for a good time?" A girl asked.

She grabbed my arm. She was obviously a stripper as well.

"I'm gay. I'm just here to talk to George." I told her.

She let go of my arm.

"Sorry. I can get him for you. What did you need? Are you a friend?" She asked.

I nodded.

"He hasn't shown up to class the past two days, and I'm worried about him." I said.

She nodded and walked over. She got George's attention and pointed at me. I saw his face drop, and his sexy, confident demeanor fell. He got off the man's lap and walked over to me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked angrily.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me through the crowds of people. He ignored the nasty comments thrown his way. He dragged me into a hallway and into another room. He grabbed a robe and put it on. He crossed his arms and turned to face me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He repeated.

"George, you haven't been in class for two days, and you weren't answering Karl." I stated.