so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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sure okay 🤷‍♀️
could you start? imma little brain dead :’) -
(yeah, i gotchu lol)
Okay, nothing bad’s happened so far, Clay thought, exhaling softly with relief as he left his last class before the lunch period. He’s been so jumpy all morning, expecting something crazy to happen or someone to start shouting at him, but so far he was safe. He still had a nagging feeling, like something was gonna happen. -
As Clay walked into the cafeteria, Jolie shrieked and dramatically fell onto one of her friends. “Get him away!” She exclaimed, doing a pretty good job at acting distressed.
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Clay looked up, flinching at the loud voice. A few nearby students looked over, not sure whether to give up any of their free period time to pay attention. “Wh- What?”
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“He- he’s the one who- who- assaulted me!” She borderline screamed, her voice echoing throughout the cafeteria.
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Clay froze, his heart beginning to race. Heads began turning and students began whispering, Jolie’s shouting really grabbing their attention. “N- No, I- I never- I never assaulted you!” He exclaimed in defense, his hands trembling with fear.
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“You’re a liar! You’re a liar and you f---ing ruined my life-“ she yelled, tears running down her cheek. George noticed as he walked into the cafeteria, rushing up in front of Clay a few paces. “Wow, okay, this is an impressive show n’ all, but do you have any actual proof? Because, y’know, Clay has proof that you actually sexually assaulted him. Several times. Not the other way around.” “Is this not evidence enough for you??” She wailed, gesturing to herself and the tears trickling down her face.
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“I- I have actual evidence,” Clay managed to say, fumbling for his phone. He pulled it out and opened up his camera, pulling up screenshots of text messages and old Snapchat stories Jolie posted. “She- she’s just bulls---ting for attention, I- I would never-“
(lmao idk why, first thing popped in my head was jolie yoinks his phone and books it- xD) -
(ooo okay okay lmao)
“No, those are fake!” She shrieked, lunging forward and grabbing his phone, tossing it to the floor. Not hard enough to break it, but there definitely new cracks in the screen. “Hey! Back the f--- up,” George said sternly, shoving her back a little. “Are you scared because you don’t have enough evidence??” “I was there, I can vouch-“ Her friend spoke up, furrowing her brows. “Oh, speaking of witness news, I was there too for the second time she tried to r*pe Clay. And so was Nick-“ he paused, looking around. “I dunno where he is, but that doesn’t matter. And Clay was almost completely sober that second time. He was also almost completely sober the time you and your friend tried to sexually assault me after slipping something in my drink, which, by the way, was how you got Clay the first time-“ -
Clay exhaled shakily as he crouched to the floor, picking up his phone. He pocketed it and moved back to George’s side, tugging at the collar of his shirt with shaky hands. This isn’t happening- This- This has gotta just be some nightmare, right? He tried to take deep breaths, tried to stay calm, but his breathing just turning into hyperventilating as he tried to focus.
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“So please, for the love of God, get your dumb--- lost and stop searching for pity you don’t deserve,” George spat, glaring at her before turning and gently guiding Clay out of the cafeteria, away from all the murmurs and looks.
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Clay walked with George out of the cafeteria, trying not to fully break down then and there, in front of everyone. He tried to take deep breaths again, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
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“Breathe, breathe,” George whispered as he tucked them away into a janitors closet he spotted, closing the door behind him.
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Clay exhaled shakily, gripping his shirt tightly in his hands and squeezing his eyes shut. “I- I can’t-“ He tried to take a deep breath, but his breathing was too rapid and shaky.
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“Hey, look at me, focus,” George said softly, taking a deep breath himself and waiting for Clay to follow. “With me, c’mon-“
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