overthinking

jealous

CLAYS POV

Clay was just starting to get impatient when George came out to the car. He was still so confused, he didn't even want to be around his friend let alone have to sleep in the same bed with him again. Before he knew it, George was asking questions he didn't have an answer to. 

"What the hell was that" George said with a tinge of anger. 

"What was what"

"You know exactly what, Clay" 

"Listen I don't know it was just weird how you think making out with random guys is a normal thing to do" That was the best clay could come up with. 

"First of all, don't act like kissing someone you just met after a few drinks is unheard of, second why would you even care" George slurred his words even still, so clay knew the drinks were still very much in his system. 

"I just- I didn't want you in danger that's all" He looked away as he said it, Georges eyes burning into his skull. 

"Psh yeah ok it's not like you care about me anyways" 

"What?"

"Well why would you care about some queer like me, clearly you're disgusted by me"

"What- why the hell would you think that" Clay choked on the words. 

"I don't know Clay maybe the fact that you practically throw up when we get close to each other, not to mention how you're acting like we never even kissed." 

Fuck. This was exactly what clay was trying to avoid, even more now. George had noticed the look on clays face when they had gotten a bit too close in the stockroom. Even though he did feel sick at thought of being that close again he wouldn't necessarily use the word disgusted. 

"I- I'm not disgusted by you George" Clay finally dared to turn his head and look back in the direction of his friend, who didn't respond in hopes clay would elaborate more, "I just made a mistake and I didn't want to, um, I didn't want to hurt your feelings" 

George was quick to turn his head away, clay could see his cheeks were hot with what he assumed was both anger and embarrassment. 

"What makes you think you would hurt my feelings? I don't even have any."

"I guess I just assumed," Clay hesitated, "because you did kiss me after all." 

"What the fuck do you mean. You kissed me first in case you forgot, and if I had feelings for you why would I have a date with another guy this weekend?" His voice was now raised and his eyes were back to burning holes into the blonde. 

"A date? You don't even know that guy"

"You still haven't answered my question clay. Why would you care anyways, you cant even look me in the eyes. Am I that gross to you, clay? What about Ava huh? You care an awful lot about me and Henry for someone who's practically in a relationship" George spoke in a way that almost felt like he was mocking clay. 

After a beat of silence clay spoke up. 

"You're drunk George, switch me spots I'm driving" 

Neither boy said anything on the drive home. Clay was too busy trying to figure out how to drive on the other side of the road which posed as a great distraction. The entire time George was just staring at him, turning his face an even brighter shade of red. He prayed the car was dark enough so that his friend wouldn't notice.