so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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“Hey,” George said with a small smile, looking over at him and studying him for a moment. “How was your- secret little excursion?” He said jokingly, raising an eyebrow.
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“None of your damn business,” Clay tried to joke, but it just came off as harsh.
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George raised his eyebrows, pressing his lips together. Clay had been acting like this for the past few weeks, ever since their date, and George had learned to expect it. “Sorry for asking. Anyways- Nick was asking for you. He wanted to hang out after practice or something.”
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“Tell him I’m busy,” Clay muttered, kicking off his shoes and subconsciously taking off his hoodie, hanging it on the rack he always placed it on.
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George sighed, glancing at his phone with a nod. “The f--- happened to your arms, dude?”
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“What?” Clay asked, glancing at his arms. s---- “Damn, I have no clue where those came from,” he lied, his voice beginning to shake. “I uh, I think I’m gonna go lie down,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest in some attempt to cover the bruises with his hands as he walked to the stairs, going up to his room.
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“Can I come with you?” George said quickly, moving to stand. “We really need to talk-“
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“No,” Clay tried to say in a stern voice, but it just came out weak and defeated. “Sorry, I just- I need to be alone..”
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“Clay, you’ve been alone for the last few weeks,” George said quickly, standing and moving to the stairs. “And if you’re not, you’re off somewhere you won’t tell me where! I haven’t had a meaningful conversation with you since the beach, and it’s kind of f---ing depressing-“
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“Just let me be alone, George,” Clay muttered, clenching his shaky hands into fists.
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“Clay, we both know that’s not a good idea,” George said quiet, a pleading look in his eyes. “Tell me what’s going on, please! I want to help you and you look so f---ing forlorn every day. This isn’t you-“
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“Leave me the f--- ALONE!” Clay shouted, his voice shaking. He exhaled and quickly turned, entering his room.
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“No! You’ve been left alone enough-“ George said sternly, rushing up the stairs. “You can’t come home with f---ing bruises and hickeys I didn’t give you- and think you can just get away with saying nothing. “Spill your guts, c’mon-“
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Clay exhaled shakily, tears running down his face. “I f---ing hate myself, how is that not obvious??”
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“Yes, it is Clay, but I know that’s not the reason,” George said, walking into Clay’s room. “You would’ve admitted that! This is different, I can tell. “
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