Hayloft || dreamnotfound

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CW: vulgar language, homophobia

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I just want to see you once more
Dance with me darling
Forget the eyes for me
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"Jesus fucking Christ, are you seriously-" I quickly smacked nick upside the head. I knew what he was going to say but I wasn't about to have him hear about it. "OW!!! WHAT THE HONK????"

"Shut up." I grumbled. "I wasn't, keep your voice down stupid" Nick rolled his eyes pulling out the chair next to me.

"Yeah, okAy" he said plopping down in the chair. "You really shouldn't stare at Gogy like that mate, people are going to think you're gay or something." He remarked concern lacing his voice. I rolled my eyes.

You don't have much room to talk buddy, how's that little c-

"I'm not gay nick." I said with confidence leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. Betraying me, my eyes wandered back over to George. Three rows down from me he sat, his honey brown eyes scanning the workbook in front of him. His soft features twisted into an odd expression as he tried to come up with an answer to the question on the page.

"Hey Romeo, you're doing it again" Dave snorted from beside me.

"Shut up piggy" I glared at him. He rolled his eyes before tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

"Jesus are you ever going to cut your hair. It's been what? Three years??" Nick teased. Dave rolled his eyes and pulled his hair band out and aimed to shoot it at Nick.

"Shut up scruffy, when are you going to get rid of the squirrel growing on your chin"

"HEY!!! DON'T TALK ABOUT GILBERT LIKE THAT!!!" He said gasping and shielding his mini beard. Dave chuckled before braiding his hair again.

I rolled my eyes, standing up and stretching as the bell rang.

"Dude you better go talk to him before I tell him you want to rail him" Nick teased. I shook my head.

"Oh come on, I'm not gay" I rolled my eyes.

"Go on lover boy" he said smacking my ass. I shot him a glare. He smirked back at me.

"Ugh" I grabbed my book shooting a glance in George's direction slowly walking towards him. It's Worth a shot I guess. He quickly put his pens in his pocket and closed his work book standing up to leave.

"George" he stopped looking in my direction.

"Uh, yeah?" He turned to look at me. The same confused expression form earlier made its way onto his face as he tried to figure out who I was.

"Sorry, uh- Hi, I'm Clay " I said holding my hand out to him. "You're the exchange student yeah?" I said smiling sweetly at him. I watched as his honey eyes now traced my features quickly darting down and then back up to my eyes. He smirked, grabbing my hand gingerly wrapping his slender fingers around my hand, giving it a firm shake.

"Yeah, I am. Pleasure to meet you, Clay" my knees felt week at the way he said my name. Shit- stop you're not a fucking fag, Clay.

"Yeah.. nice to meet you too" I said rubbing my free hand against my nape. He pulled out a pen, quickly scribbling something on my hand.

"Well I've got to get home," he said letting go of my hand. "I'll see you later dreamy" he said walking away leaving me frozen in place. I looked down at my hand.

(xxx)xxx-xxxx call me <3

I frowned, face flushed.

Papa won't like this.. what are you doing to me George

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