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Loved You Part 2- The Next Day (Angtish)

THIS ISNT A SONG FIC BUT

THIS SONG GOES SO WELL WITH THIS PART

TW: HOMOPHOBIA, THE F SLUR IS GOING TO BE USED BUT DON'T WORRY I AM LGBT AND THAT WORD HAS BEEN USED AGAINST ME ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS (THANK YOU ESHAYS)

ANYWAYS ENJOY

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The sun crept through the window, shining onto George's face. He woke up, patting his hands around the bed to find Clay, "Clay?" He asked, sitting up and looking over to Clay's side of the bed, "Where is he?" He said to himself, hopping out of the bed, "Maybe he's downstairs." He walked downstairs to see his mother sipping a cup of coffee and reading something on her phone, "Good Morning mum." He said looking around, "Where's Clay?" His mother looked up from her phone and smiled, "Morning sweetie, umm Clay just left for school. He said he had an early assignment." George looked at her in confusion, "B- but... Thank you for telling me, mum! I'm gonna get dressed." George said with a weak smile.

George ran to his room and slammed the door, "Fuck, I fucked up. I fucked up." He didn't feel sadness.... Well not yet, he felt anger. He was angry at himself, "Why do I fuck everything up for myself" He groaned,

"Maybe he does have an early class."

-𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓹-

George made it to the school gates, he took a deep breath and walked in. His mission; to find Clay.

The school was pretty small so it would be easy for George to find Clay. He walked to the locker room, scanning every corner until he heard a familiar laugh, "Clay?" He walked towards the laugh and snuck his head around the corner; Clay was standing there laughing with a bunch of the school jockeys, "Clay? Why did you leave early?" Clay turned around to see George, "George? What are you doing here?" He asked in a harsh tone.

George fiddled with his shirt, "U- Um, with last night... I'm sor-" Clay's face turned red in embarrassment, "What do you mean?" One of the jockeys named Chris pushed Clay aside, "What is that, faggot? Makin' up lies bout my buddy here?" The jockey turned to Clay laughing. George looked up at Clay with pleading eyes, "Clay.." He breathed. Clay didn't answer instead, began laughing along with Chris. George, still standing there, looked to Clay once more feeling his eyes well up, "Please." He begged, "Fuck off faggot." Clay spat, turning around and walking off with his friends.

A tear trickled its way down George's face, reaching his chin and dropping to the ground. A few tears followed, all trickling down his face as he stood there, he was in shock. George had no idea what was going on. He snapped back into reality and didn't even realise he was crying till he placed his hand on his wet cheek. He turned back to the school gates, walking as fast as he could out of the school. His walking turned to a run as more and more tears flooded his face.

George made it home and slammed the front door shut. He walked up to his room, leaning against his door and slid down to the floor. Then he grabbed his phone to call Clay.

This caller is unavailable, "Fuck." He whispered,

This caller is unavailable, "Shit." He felt himself begin to cry again

This caller is unavailable, "Please." He sobbed

This caller is unavailable, please leave a message after the tone [bleeeeep]

"Hi Clay," He sniffled, "I know you're probably gonna ignore this but, please......" He let out a quiet sob, "Please Clay, you could have talked to me." A few louder sobs escaped his lips, "You're my only friend and..... I love you... Please we can forget about what happened," George had cried so much that no more tears could escape his eyes, "Please Clay.... I need you.... I'm nothing without you...."

-𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓹-

"Please Clay.... I need you.... I'm nothing without you...." Clay felt a pang in his heart hearing George cry like that about him but, he ignored it, "Clay? Was that your faggot friend?" Chris asked, "Here gimme." He ordered, pointing to Clay's phone. Clay, hesitantly gave Chris his phone, "Listen here you little faggot," Chris began, taking in a sharp breath, "If you talk to Clay or even look at him ever a-fucking-gain, I will not hold back." [Bleep] Chris looked up to Clay and smiled, "There, he won't be bothering you anymore." Clay gave Chris a fake smile feeling an immense amount of guilt in his gut.

George woke up to his phone lighting up, "Clay?" He jumped up turning on his phone,

One voice message from 'Clay 💖'

George's heart skipped a beat, "Maybe he still loves me." He grinned

"Listen here you little faggot," George's heart dropped, "If you talk to Clay or even look at him ever a-fucking-gain, I will not hold back." [Bleep] His smile faded, "Clay..." He felt like his entire world had been crushed, "Clay," His voice cracked. He rested his head back on his pillow and fell into a sad slumber

-𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓹-

George woke up to the sound of his alarm going off. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror, "I'm a mess." George groaned. He brushed his teeth and showered then walked to his draws to find an outfit, "Something no one will see me in." He said to himself. "Perfect!" He sarcastically shouted "Black trackies and a black t-shirt! Yay...."

He slowly felt more and more dread walking to school, silently praying Clay wouldn't see him. He walked through the school gates once more, "Haha he's so fucking stupid, thinking I'd like him... Oh, he's here." George turned his head to see Clay talking to his friends, 'He looks so much happier with them.' George thought, feeling tears well up in his eyes again, "Aww is the wittle cry baby crying." Chris cooed.

George lifted his hood up and turned to the bathroom. Tears split from his eyes, flowing down his face, "Aww the wittle baby is running away." Chris snorted, punching Clay's arm, "Christ stop." Clay grumbled, "Okay jeez I'm just joking." Chris muttered, throwing his hands up in defence.

Clay watched as George ran down the hall feeling the guilt eat up inside of him.

George made it to the bathroom, splashing his face with water. He looked at himself in disgust; his eyes were red and his cheeks covered in tear stains, "Ugh." He sighed, drying his face off. His first period hasn't started and he already wanted to go home.