OmegaNotFound (DreamxGeorgenotfound)

CHAPTER TWELVE

George's POV-

About half a day later, it was 2AM, and we were still watching movies. Cheesy, corny movies that is.

Empty containers littered my coffee table. Earlier we had ordered takeout, which was greasy Chinese food.

I giggled at the scene on the TV, not that I was actually paying too much attention to it.

B rated movies were highly underrated, they were so bad it was fucking hilarious. Especially the ones that had ridiculous plot lines.

We were currently watching a movie about a killer tomato. Yes, you heard me right, a killer tomato. A tomato that was terrorizing the town of carrots.

I could tell Clay wasn't that much into it, because I could see him growing more and more tired by the minute, and fuck. He still looked sexy.

I was currently laying next to Clay, my head resting on his broad shoulder. Even though he was a bit muscley, his shoulder made a pretty good pillow.

I totally wasn't watching the movie. At all. I was watching something much more interesting. It's name started with c and it had a mop of blonde hair.

I purred unintentionally from my thoughts as I gazed at him. Clay looked at me, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"What are you doing George?" He asked, a slight rasp in his tired voice.

I nuzzled his neck and then nosed the underside of his jaw, "Mm.. nothing.. at all.."

This instantly woke him up and Clay coughed nervously, then tried to focus back on the shitty movie, which he obviously failed at.

I giggled and then quickly straddled Clay, my legs on either side of his thighs. He immediately tensed and tried his best to avoid my eyes.

"G-George you're blocking the movie.."

What the fuck? Is he not into it or something?

I recovered quickly and giggled again, "Forget the movie. All that matters is me.."

I teased him by grinding my hips onto his lightly, wanting him to know what I wanted.

"Fuck.." Clay whispered and then grabbed my hips, effectively stilling them.

I playfully tried to move my hips again but his grip was firm, just a little more.. then he can have m-

"George stop."

I froze and then looked at him. His tone was off. He looked as if he were in pain, why was that?

He bit his lip, almost drawing blood, and then released a shaky breath.

I slowly slid off his lap and onto the seat next to him, "D-did I do something wrong..?" I said weakly, fearing the worst.

Does.. he not want me?

"No.. you didn't do anything wrong." Clay said, looking down slightly, the movie long forgotten.

"T-then why stop..?"

Clay scoffed and then looked me in the eyes, a disgusted look on his face, "I don't know how you can even be near me right now. Not after what I did.."

What the hell is he talking about?

I scowled, "What the hell are you talking about Clay? You didn't do anything."

"That's exactly it, I shouldn't have done anything."

I then realized what the look of disgust was. It was me. He must be regretting what we did together..