Who are you?

Chapter 3

(George's POV)

The rest of the day involved preparing the house to live in and individually shopping for food as we assumed that was the fastest way to shop.

The trek to our door was exhausting despite the assistance of the elevator.
My dads provided transport at the cost of my privacy. I spent the whole drive in a ball, embarrassed by the stories my fathers told. Especially the one where I pooped in the cats litter tray because I saw her do it.

"Thank you, Mr. Andrews" Fraser politely bids. We follow after with our gratitude and walk into the lobby with the last load of shopping cutting circulation from my arms. I'd rather this than spend another trip with my fathers.

"Your dads are so chill," James compliments, pushing the button to our floor.
"But they're still fucking annoying,"I sigh.
"Did you actually shit in a litter tray, though?"
"Alex, I was 3"
"HA" Alex just looses it.

"Fuck up" I sass, stepping out of the stationary elevator.

*time skip to the night*

Fuck.
I mentally slap myself after glancing at the time.
4:06am
I start school at 7:45 and get up at 6.
2 hours of sleep? How could I survive?
I catch myself over analysing my situation, like always.

My pale arm reluctantly extends to shut off my laptop soon placing it on the linoleum next to my new bed, not yet having purchased a side table.

My eyelids close and I begin tiring my mind out with exercises my doctor recommended. Within 10 minutes I was asleep.

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Yet again my alarm wakes me. Never could I get used to it's unnerving beeps.

I dress quite boringly, black jeans hugging my legs and the same shovel hoodie I washed last night.

"Alex! James!" I shout knocking on Alex and James shared bedroom, when we moved in we had agreed if they shared a bedroom, me and Fraser would take care of general house chores.

They don't make any sign of movement so I take matters into my own hands.
"Hey guys get-" I open the door only to find James spooning Alex.
"Never mind" I swiftly close the door and walk away in silence.

Fraser sits on the couch, the only piece of furniture in the main room.

"Did you see-"
"Yes. I saw."

I clear my throat.
"Should we?"
"No."

The morning passes rapidly. James eventually surfacing from the room followed by a bed head Alex.
"Why didn't you fuckers wake us up?!"

I exchange a glance with Fraser.

"Slipped our minds" I shrug nervously.
"Of course it did" Alex sneers.

Yet again within what seems like seconds we have made it outside of our high school. James and Fraser depart to their classes while Alex and I make our way to our shared Maths class.

Being the weird kids we sit at the back, Alex in front of me as the seat beside me has been accompanied by a smiling boy. What's he so happy for?

I find myself examining the quite handsome boy. His neatly trimmed quiff compliments his defined jaw. Wait, is that Minecraft Steve?

"You 'right there, mate?" He snaps me from my trance.
"Oh sorry, you just remind me of my game cube"
"Haha, original" he beams. I could stare at that smile all day.
"I'm Will,"

"I'm-"
Whack
"Attention class, we will perform a school drill within the next 20 minutes, follow my instructions accor..." her voice fades away and is replaced with Will.

His chapped lips curve into a smile- oh shit he caught me, again.
"Y'know, the last time someone looked at me that way, I got laid" he giggles at his own statement. God he's gorgeous.

The alarms go off for our fake drill, ruining our staring session.
"Fuck you!" I shout to the alarms.
"What are you doin' mate" Alex asks me, in a now silent class.

"Andrews, language. Now, get in a two rows so I can count you" we shuffle about to her wishes.
"George, can you stand next to me?" Will asks with a friendly smile.
"Uh, sure"

The rest of the day blurred yet again and I found myself unable to sleep as my mind is constantly invaded by him. Will.

One thing in particular. How did he know my name?
I shake the thought, barely. Maybe he heard Alex call me that once?

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