Wish I were Heather- Dreamnotfound au

~Chapter 3~

George woke up to his annoying alarm, said goodbye to his annoying sister, and left the house to attend his annoying classes. He walked down the path where the annoying memories of him and Clay walking together were. He approached the school and waited for the doors to open, absentmindedly scrolling through his Twitter timeline on his phone. He felt arms snake around his waist and he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his phone. He looked over his shoulder and saw Clay hugging him. His annoyingly perfect hair and freckles are barely visible. Why do I love this man? Why does he have to be so perfect?

"Hiya Georgie." Clay says as he hides his face in George's hair. George sighs and grabs Clay's arms, prying them off him. "Hey! I was comfy what the hell." George rolls his eyes as the bell goes off, signalling that they can enter the building. George walks off without another word and leaves a clueless Clay behind. He stares at the ground as he weaves through taller students already at their lockers. He reached his own and fumbled with the dial, seeing Clay's locker open but not looking his way.

"Hey Clay, do you want to go to a party on Friday? My parents won't be home so I'm throwing one." George hears Heather's annoyingly sweet voice behind him. He can hear Clay's amazing giggle as he interacts with her. George isn't paying attention to their conversation, too wrapped up in his thoughts to care. Why did I seriously think he liked me, I'm so stupid I swear. No one will want me. Why am I here? Why am I on this earth? No one gives a shit about me, only bad cares and he's got better things to do than be friends with me.

George closed his locker door a bit harsher than he intended. He looked to his left and saw Heather give Clay a loving hug from behind. Clay held her arms in place around his torso and George felt like he was going to be sick. He quickly started to waddle away, going towards his first class before he was stopped. He turned around when a hand grilled his shoulder. What now?

"Georgie! Why do you keep running off? Anyways, can we hang out today?" George stared at him through narrowed eyes but nodded and turned around. Why did I agree to that? Why did he ask me when he's clearly got better things to worry about?

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The day went on painfully slowly. Apparently, George was too wrapped up in his thoughts for time to move properly. He dreaded having to go to lunch and see Clay again. He got his food and sat at the group's usual spot. Bad was already reading his book and Nick was there early, surprisingly. He took a seat next to Nick who was seated across from bad.

"Hey there Georgie Worgie." Nick said as he gave George a very tight hug.

"I- Don't call me that- ah!" Nick shut him up with a tighter squeeze, making George's voice sound like he was being choked. He slapped Nick weakly and he finally let go, a laughing mess. George unwrinkled his sweatshirt and glared at Nick, making him laugh more. He saw Clay coming in the distance and pretended to be interested in his food.

"Sup sexy." Clay said jokingly as he plopped next to George. What is happening? He can't be super distant one day and then act like nothing happened the next day. Is he just happy he's with Heather now? George looked at him with an annoyed glare but went back to his food. Nick and Clay began chatting as Tommy and Tubbo arrived at the table. George wasn't paying attention to any of them, too interested in making it look like he wasn't crumbling on the inside.

A hand found its way on top of George's and he looked down at his leg and saw Clay had grabbed his hand. George's eyes widened as he smacked his hand away, but trying his hardest to make it look like nothing happened. He swears he saw Clay slouch down a little bit more and look away, but George wasn't paying attention anyways. Is Clay okay? Should I talk to him about whatever the fuck is going with him? He doesn't expect me to be okay after everything that went down, does he? Does he, really?