The Secret (DreamNotFound)

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TW's:
-Bullying (abuse and f-slur)

It was the next day. Clay and I chilled the whole day and he left after having dinner with us.

'Sweetie, Clay is here.'

I ran downstairs. Clay and I were going to take the bus together. I opened the door and looked at Clay. He smiled brightly.

'Good morning.'

'H-h-hey.'

'How are you?'

'S-scared.'

'I will protect you, George. Come, our bus leaves in five minutes. We have to run.'

'S-s-sorry.'

'For what?'

'Being l-l-late.'

'I'm late, don't worry. Come, do you have everything?'

I nodded. 'Bye, m-mum.'

'Good luck, sweetie. You can do it. I made your favourite sandwich again and I bought some biscuits for you.'

I smiled. 'Thanks.'

I saw Clay smiling. I blushed and I walked with him.

'You're close with your mum.'

'Since m-m-my f-father-.'

His fingers entangled with mine. We walked to the bus hand in hand.

'Since my father is always working, I j-just grew c-closer to my m-mum. I might b-be childish.'

'No, you're not. It's sweet to see. I am more away from home.'

'Why?'

'My parents just never agree with me.'

'In what way?'

'I would like to do YouTube, but they don't want me to.'

'Why not?'

'I don't know. I don't want to go to college, I just want to do YouTube and if it doesn't work out I can always go to college later, but they don't want me to risk it. Their opinions are just all different. They are against LGBTQ+ and stuff, but I support it.'

'Me too.'

'Do you also support it?'

'Yeah.'

I felt him staring at me. His cheeks got slightly pink. We quickly rushed to the bus and sat down. He talked about his YouTube dream and before I knew we were at school. He led me to the lockers and helped me open my locker. I put my coat in it and Clay and I walked to the first class. We had math together. We sat down next to each other. I looked in my bag and started panicking. I forgot my math books.

Clay saw me panicking. 'What's wrong?'

'I f-forgot m-m-my books. So s-stupid on the f-first day.'

'It's fine, don't worry. Our teacher is really nice.'

I suddenly saw Peter coming closer to me. 'Forgot your books, nerd? Here you can have mine.'

He threw his book against my face.

'Dude,' Clay jumped up and pushed him away. 'Are you sick in your head?'

I rubbed over the painful spot on my face. Clay looked at me.

'Are you okay?' He softly touched my head. 'It's a little blue.'

Peter grabbed his book again and laughed at me.

'Pussy.'

'Hey, shut up!' Clay yelled. 'You're a pussy for bullying him.'

'Shut up, faggot.'

'Where the heck does that come from?'

'If you want to hang out with such a pussy, you must be a faggot.'

'Why? He's very sweet.'

'Yeah, you are a faggot.'

'Even if I was, why the heck would you care?'

'I don't like faggots.'

'You don't like anyone, faggot or not.'

'So you admit you're a faggot.'

'NO, I DON'T. I'm saying that if I was, it's none of your freaking business. Never touch him again.'

'Only you want to touch him, don't you?'

'Since I'm the only one touching him normally, yes.'

'Normally? Did you kiss him?'

'I didn't.'

'Yeah, sure.'

'Just leave and sit down, idiot. Never talk to him again, because I will hit you.'

Clay sat down next to me again. 'Come, let's go to the restrooms.'

I stood up and walked behind him to the restrooms. He grabbed some toiletpaper and made it wet. He put it on my face.

'Are you alright?'

I nodded. 'Is it b-bad?'

'A little.'

'I'm u-ugly.'

'You're not, you're handsome.'

'I'm not.'

'You are really handsome.'

I blushed. 'No.'

'Why do you think you're ugly? You're so beautiful.'

'No one ever likes me.'

'I'm sure someone does.'

'No, one does.'

'I'm very sure someone does.' He blushed slightly.

'How do you know?'

'Who would not?' He blushed even more and turned around. 'I mean- class.'

'Yeah, class.'

We walked in back in silence, a comfortable one. We sat down in class.

'Clay? Where are you coming from? And are you the new student?'

'Some jerk here decided to throw a book against his head.'

'Who?'

'It starts with a P and ends with Eter.'

'Peter, is that true?'

'He asked for it.'

'Why?'

'I can't stand him, he is annoying as hell.'

'He can't stand him because he stutters.'

'It that true?'

I nodded.

'Peter, after the class, come to me.'

He sighed. 'You're such a dick,' he said to Clay.

'You're a freaking idiot. Bullying someone because he stutters. What is wrong with you?'

'Guys, silence.'

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