so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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(yeah u^u)
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(lemme start it lol)
Clay glanced over at the house, exhaling softly. f---, those beers are running right through me, he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. He contemplated trying to hold it but decided against it, heading towards the house to go use the restroom. He walked inside, his headache worsening from the loud music and bright lights. f---, I really hope I won’t regret this… -
Jolie meets eyes with Clay from across the room, smirking and grabbing her friend’s wrist and walking over to him.
“s---, did he just go inside?” Nick said, watching Clay go inside. “Looks like it- he’s probably just pissing, dude, give him a minute-“ George said, freezing. “But only a minute. If he’s not out in two we’re going after him.” -
Clay walked over to the bathroom and went in, quickly using the toilet. He washed his hands and dried them off, opening the door and coming face to face with Jolie and another girl. “Jolie- H-Hey,” he spoke, trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice.
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(brb, gonna go shower rq!)
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(alr!!)
“Hey, Clay,” Jolie said, venom dripping off her words. “You wouldn’t be- busy tonight, would you?” She said, gently grabbing Clays arm and bringing her hand higher up to his shoulder. “It’d be a shame if you were-“ -
“I uh, I was actually just- just about to take my f-friends home,” Clay spoke shakily, gently pushing Jolie’s hand off his shoulder. No, no, no, it- it can’t happen again-
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“Aw, well I’m sure they won’t mind waiting a little bit, right, hun?” Jolie spoke, grabbing Clays hand that pushed her hand away. “C’mon, this won’t take long~”
“Let’s go, Nick,” George said, climbing out of the car and heading towards the house, Nick following quickly after him. -
Clay went to speak but couldn’t find any words, his heart racing. He felt another pair of hands touch his arms, pulling him into one of the rooms in the house. He tried to pull back but was far too scared, squeezing his eyes shut and praying this was just some nightmare he was going to wake up from any minute. He felt hands go up his shirt and he flinched, tears filling his eyes. “Get t-the f--- off me!”
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“Hey! Quiet down,” Jolie snapped. “You remember what I told you last time? I’ll ruin your f---ing life, just take it-“ She said just as George pushed the door open, almost skipping right past it. But he noticed the two girls on top of Clay, quickly moving in. “Hey! Get the f--- off of him-“ He said, rushing into the room with Nick and shoving them away and off the bed. “Woah- this is definitely a misunderstanding- George,” Jolie said awkwardly. “No, I know what you’ve done and I heard what you said! Get f---ing lost!” He exclaimed glaring at them. It was definitely a bit of the alcohol making George this confident, but he didn’t care about that. Nick had moved over to Clay. “Hey, dude, are you okay? What happened?” He said softly.
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Clay sat up shakily, grabbing his shirt that had been pulled off. He tried to speak, but nothing came out, he was far too shaken up to reply.
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“Hey, that’s okay, that’s okay,” Nick said softly, carefully watching Clay. “You wanna go back to the car?” “George, you’ve got this all twisted-“ Josie’s friend started, George quickly cutting her off. “Nope, I don’t wanna f---ing hear it. You and all your stupid-ass friends are liars and-“ George groaned angrily, stopping himself from continuing on and starting to shove the two of them out of the door. “I hope you two are f---in’ satisfied with yourselves, because this is the end of the road for you b----es- I will ruin your life if you try to make any twisted story about Clay, understand? Doesn’t that sound familiar?” George spat at them once they were out of the room and into the hallway. Josie was somewhat pulled together, but looked a little shocked that George would actually say that, and her friend was starting to cry. “Yeah, it sounds kind of f---ing hard to hear, yeah? Well, put your big girl pants on and eat your own goddamn words!” Josie managed a glare at George before rushing off with her friend into the crowd of the party, who had barely noticed the commotion over the loud music.
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Clay tugged his shirt back on, his hands shaky and his breathing erratic. He tried to calm down and stay focused but his vision began blurring from tears, threatening to stream down his face. I- I just let them do it, again! And I was f---ing sober! God, I'm so pathetic, I can't even protect myself... He stared at the shaky floor, grabbing at the collar of his shirt because it felt like he was suffocating. He tried to take deep breaths, tried to calm down, but nothing worked.
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“Hey, Clay, look at me, take some breaths,” Nick said, waiting for a moments. “With me, here,” he said, taking a deep breath in and waiting for Clay to copy him. “Yeah, f---ing run, b----!” George yelled after them before turning and walking into the room. He gently shut the door behind him to try and muffle the noise of the party.
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Clay inhaled and exhaled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut. He let out a shaky sob, leaning forward and covering his face with his hands.
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