I feel myself returning back to consciousness after a terrible night of tossing and turning on this couch that is far too small for me. I groan and try to let myself fall back asleep, turning my alarm off in the process. Unfortunately, I can't seem to do so. I rub my eyes and begin to stretch myself as wide as possible. I open my eyes not recognizing my surroundings at first, but then recalling the events from last night.

I reluctantly push myself out of bed, or should I say the couch, and remember I would need to stop by my house today to gather my things. I hope George is feeling better than yesterday, if not I won't force him to come to school. I just think it would help him get his mind off of it. I shoot him a quick text, asking if he's awake before barging into his room. In the meantime I head to the washroom, doing my morning piss and washing my face.

After a couple of minutes I still hadn't received a reply, which makes me think that he is still asleep. I wonder if he's a morning person. I assume not since most days he shows up to school late. Personally, I like mornings better than evenings.

I finish up in the washroom and search the house for my keys. I don't even know if he would want to come with me to my house but I might as well offer. I climb the stairs to his room and knock quietly before entering. When I'm met with silence, I huff and push the door open. It's weird being in his house like this. I had slept over at his house, the one person who I despise. Maybe despise is too strong of a word to use, but I don't know anymore.

I slowly reach the side of his bed, he looks so peaceful sleeping right now. His breathes are even, with his body curled up on his side and his eyes calmly shut. He looks cute. I don't even want to wake him up, but I bring myself to do it anyway.

I place my hand on his shoulder and shake him lightly, "George" I whisper.

He stays still and I repeat the action but a bit rougher this time. "George wake up" I ask once again, keeping my voice calm.

I see him start to stir, and I presume he is starting to slowly wake up. His eyes flutter open and he makes eye contact with me, his face squished into his pillow seeming still out of it at the moment.

"Are you gonna come to school today?" I ask him to which I get a string of mumbled words in response.

Alright, I've had enough. I pull the blankets off of him in one swift motion. "Well lets go we are gonna be late, I need to stop by my house beforehand" I explain, fighting his weak hold on the blanket from just waking up. "What the fuck Clay" he says into his pillow, his accent thicker than usual.

"Are you coming or not?"

"No thanks" he replies nonchalantly.

"How are you feeling?" I reply curiously.

"Annoyed"

"That's not what I meant and you know it" I roll my eyes at his dumb comment.

"Well that's how I'm feeling" he pauses and sits up in his bed, his hair all messy. I've never seen his hair like this, he keeps it so well kept. His voice pulls me from my thoughts, "Annoyed that you came in here at seven in the morning to bombard me with questions"

"Well I texted you first but you didn't answer" I say defensively.

He reaches for his phone that is situated on his nightstand and pulls up the text, I get a flash of his screen and my eyes widen at what I see. "Dumbass Prick?! Why is that my name in your phone"

He laughs, "because that's what you are, a dumbass prick" he answers sarcastically, shutting his phone off. "Change it now" I demand.

"No I think it suits you" he flashes me a devious smile.

"You seem better George, you're already back to acting like your bratty self" I narrow my eyes at him. Just when I had thought George and I could possibly be friends, he proves me wrong as always. Now I remember why he is so intolerable. He shrugs off the comment.

"Whatever, I'm leaving" I turn towards the door deciding to just head to my house on my own.

"See you at school Robinson!" He cheerfully exclaims after me.

You know what maybe he is a morning person after all. Its seven in the morning and George has already successfully gotten under my skin. Why did I even have the slightest bit of hope that things would be different. Wait why would I want things to be different? This is how it should be, I did a nice thing by helping him out and now everything should go back to normal. I'll make sure Braden leaves him alone and that's that. Nothing more.

I know George has trouble with his feelings, but I don't care. I will find a way to get him to admit he somewhat likes me. Because after last night, things were different. Maybe it was because of the circumstances, who knows. All I know is he had finally let his guard down around me and we had fun. At one point he even leaned his head on my shoulder.

Instead, he gives me a challenge, which I am willing to accept and play along to. And in my opinion, it's way more fun and satisfying in the long run when I finally win. I have never really seen George in this way, or maybe I have and I have been lying to myself this whole time, but now everything seems so much more real. He no longer has a shitty boyfriend, we actually hung out together, we have made out and he wanted me to stay the night. The only person he is lying to is himself. Heck he even called me hot once.

I park my car at school in my normal spot after stopping at my house to brush my teeth, get a new pair of clothes and grab a quick bite to eat.

When I pull in I notice that George's car isn't here. Maybe he wasn't gonna show up after all, who knows.

Hell I don't give a shit. Why should I care what he does.

On my way to first period I am greeted by a bunch of my friends expressing how thankful they are to see me. Its kind of sad honestly, they were probably so lost without George and I. I told them I wasn't feeling well and that sufficed.

"Hey Braden where were you?" I hear Karl greet from behind me, making me stop in my tracks. The fucking audacity this guy has to show up here acting like nothing happened? I think back to the time in the change room when I threatened him with getting him kicked off the team. I mean I could and I know Nick and Sam would back me up, but would George really want that? Would he want the whole school to know about his personal life. I doubt it. He envies his pride and I wouldn't want to spread his business like that without his permission.

I turn to face Braden, staring him down. "Oh I wasn't feeling well yesterday" he replies. I guess that's the go to excuse.

"Maybe there's a bug going around, Clay said he wasn't feeling well either" Karl adds on.

"Yeah George said the same thing this morning" Alex continues. My head snaps towards him, "George is here?" I ask with almost too much excitement in my voice.

"Yeah he just got here, late as usual" he laughs to himself.

"Okay well I'm gonna go find him, see you guys later" Braden says quickly, leaving the group. I intercept him stepping in front of his path, "Like hell you are" I snarl.

Everyone in our friend group turns in our direction, all wearing confused looks as to why I had abruptly stopped him from seeing his 'boyfriend'. He smiles up at me innocently, "why can't I see my own boyfriend Clay?"

I bend down to his level, maintaining eye contact as I lowly say to him "I suggest you drop the act, or do I have to remind you that I can tell coach everything and ruin your chances at ever getting accepted into college for football?"

His face drops as the words spill from my mouth, "fuck you Clay" he mumbles under his breath.

I smile at him and back up, "You should enlighten the group, let them know about you and George" I edge him on. I know they technically didn't break up, but I mean I'm sure its in George's best interest to. "I don't know what your talking about" Braden says quietly, I assume embarrassed with all the eyes on him.

"Fine, I'll do it. George and Braden have recently broken up, hence why they weren't here yesterday. They were both coping, how sad" I say sarcastically to the group, pouting in a mocking way.

"What you broke up?!"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"You guys were perfect together I don't understand"

The guys start erupting at the news, bombarding Braden with loads of questions. I assume he isn't used to all the attention, I mean the only reason he really became apart of this group was through George.

"Enough!" He screams silencing everyone. "Look, I didn't want it to come out like this, but yes we broke up, but only because George cheated on me" Oh so this is how he's gonna play it. What a fucking dickhead. If it weren't for George's sake I swear to God I would have put him in his place right then and there.

"He cheated on you? With who?" Will beams curiously.

"Clay" He states firmly. Everyone turns to me wide eyed, of course not expecting me to be the one he had gotten with.

"That's bullshit, no way Clay got with George they hate each other!" Nick chips in.

"Yeah what the fuck? They would never" Karl says in disbelief.

Now its my turn to shy away from all the intense glares. I feel my face burning up, never would I had thought this would have been the outcome of this situation. Braden seemed like he didn't want anyone to find out that George cheated on him but I guess he changed his mind to gain sympathy points from everyone. And I can't tell if it's working.

After an awkward silence I decide I'm about to speak up until I hear Braden's dumb voice once again, "there he is! The man himself!" I look behind me and see George approaching the group looking tired as ever. He doesn't deserve this right now. I mean he is probably still in pain from what had happened a couple days ago, and I know Braden being here doesn't help.

"You cheated on Braden?" Karl asks right away. Can these idiots just mind their business? Like do they not have their own lives to deal with. I shoot George a look and he looks shocked at the accusation. "Who said that?" He asks pretending to be clueless.

"Braden did, he said that's why you too broke up" Karl explains catching George up on previous events.

George and Braden share a stare together and I can see Braden narrowing his eyes at George. I have no idea if they are silently communicating or what, but all I know is there is no way George is going to admit right here that he had been abused and raped by none other than his boyfriend.

"Oh yeah, I did. The rumours are true we broke up, boohoo. Now can you all mind your own business?" He admits to the group which doesn't surprise me. He would rather look like the bad guy then be seen as the victim. At least I know now that it was a smart decision to keep it to myself, or else I don't know if George would ever forgive me.

I mean he hates me anyway so why do I care.

"So you and Clay fucked?" Alex speaks up confused.

Both of our faces turn beat red at the words.

"What? I would never fuck Clay that's disgusting!" He fake gags. Really George, never? "It was just a dumb drunken kiss to which we both regret" he continues seeming appalled at the accusation.

I shrug, "I wouldn't say we both regret it" I tease, trying to get a rise out of him and the group. Everyone starts chuckling at my words.

"Well, whatever. I do and that's all that matters" he tries to wave off the comment but I can tell by his flustered state that it had gotten to him.

"If you regret it why don't you get back together with me?" Braden pushes. Seriously who does this guy think he is?

"The reason I cheated was because you just weren't doing it for me anymore Braden, sorry but it's the truth. So no, I won't be getting back together with you" George argues back standing up for himself. Holy shit that was fucking hilarious! Braden looks so fucking embarrassed right now and good cause that guy deserves it. The group fills with a bunch of 'ooooooo's' and laughter, not expecting George to fire back like that. I mean I certainly wasn't.

And with that, Braden fucks off and the group slowly diverts, all heading to their classes. Leaving George and I standing there alone.

"That was quite the confession George" I speak up, still awestruck by it.

"Well, truth hurts" he responds casually. I turn to face him but he keeps his gaze forward. "You regret it?" I ask lowly.

"Yes I do" he mumbles.

"I don't think you do" I step closer to him and he finally faces me, staring up at me.

"Well then you have a bigger ego then I imagined" he replies irritated by my advancements.

"I think you feel something for me" and the game continues, I feel drawn to him for some reason. Like he's the only one that won't let me get what I want.

And what I want right now is him.

I feel an immense amount of lust towards him, something I haven't felt this strong in a long time, perhaps never.

I want to see the boy everyone looks up to, fall to his knees before me.

And I always get what I want.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, "yes, hatred"

I laugh lowly at his denial and decide to use my confidence to my advantage. I take his chin in my hand and pull his gaze upward, leaning in slowly and maintaining eye contact with him, My other hand slips to his waist and I pull him in so our bodies are borderline touching. With the hand on his chin, I pull his face closer to mine, feeling his hot breath against my lips. He has made no attempt to stop the interaction, which makes me feel a smirk pull at my lips but I try my best to remain neutral. I wait and his eyes flutter close. Bingo.

That's all I needed to see for me to pull away, leaving him there standing with only his own thoughts.

I hear a breathy "What the fuck" from behind me and I snicker under my breath, heading to my class.

So much for regretting it George.