BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 39: suspension

George POV.

I snatched up the cheerleader outfit that Clay held out for me and returned to the bathroom. 'Still can't believe that bastard signed me up to be a fucking cheerleader, God he's the worst' I thought as I changed.

Clay sat and watched me come out of the room in my uniform and I noticed him take a quick picture before burying the phone in his pocket so I couldn't delete it.
"You forgot the most important part," the blond said as he gestured to the skirt sitting on the bed which he must have retrieved from his room.

"I'd rather die than wear that." I growled in response as I grabbed one of his hoodies and pulled it over my slender frame, covering almost down to my knees.
"Still a win if you're wearing my hoodie." He said to himself with a sly smile.
He let out a chuckle when I rolled my eyes. "It's just cause it's big enough to cover this stupid ass uniform." I said in my defence as I walked out of the room and down the stairs.

Clay ran after me and caught me just as I started climbing down the stairs, we then ate breakfast with my parents downstairs. Unfortunately, they both commented on the fact that 1) I was wearing Clay's hoodie (which didn't help convincing them that we weren't a couple) and 2) I also was wearing the cheerleader uniform (it was surprising they could see this because I was sitting down and had a giant hoodie covering the uniform).

Eventually we got out the door and Clay drove us to school, where his fangirls waited as usual.
I sighed and climbed out of the passenger seat of the Ferrari, before pushing past them as they looked eagerly over at Clay.

I'm pretty sure that after girls discover that a guy isn't interested they would just leave that guy alone or at least stop trying so hard, but that wasn't the case with this herd of hoes.
But then again I am not sure if it's true because all girls are weird.

Once I'd emerged from the crowd I turned back to Clay and saw him gradually pushing his way through the crowd, although they were packed together so tightly it was like he was trying to push his way through a brick wall.
I didn't bother telling him where I was going but I wouldn't need to either way. Every time these bitches come around I disappeared off into the library where none of them ever went, I honestly doubt they've ever seen a book in their lives.

Mrs Murdo gave me a sweet greeting as I entered the library and went to sit down at my usual spot in the corner, grabbing a new book off the shelf as I went. Once settled in my seat I opened the book to the first chapter and started reading, hoping that Clay would be able to escape the group of whores.

A voice drew my attention away from the book a minute or so after I started reading, one cruel and spiteful with a British accent to accompany. My eyes drifted up to meet with the face of one of my bullies, Wilbur, and behind him Zak's figure sat lurking between 2 rows of shelves.
"Morning homo." The Brit towering over me said with a harsh laugh.
"Morning Wilbur." I replied, without trying to hide my annoyance.
"Where is your blond boyfriend?" Wilbur asked, knocking the book out of my hands with the back of his wrist.

"He is not, and won't ever be my boyfriend." I growled, "either way he's not here."
"Thats a lie Georgie." The blonds voice said, knocking all confidence out of the bullies.
Instantly Wilbur took a step away from me.

Clay moved over to stand over me and Wilbur began backing away down the same row Zak disappeared down. The blond sat down beside me once they were gone were from our sights, he leaned his head over so it rested against mine.
"Are you ok?" He asked, seemingly getting more protective even though both bullies were gone.

I nodded in response, but my mind kept thinking about one thing. Wilbur, Zak and Nick always stayed together, so where was Nick? I didn't see him at all when Wilbur approached me.
"Hey Clay. Did you see Nick, he wasn't with them and he always is with them. I saw Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb but I didn't see Tweedle Dumber."
Clay let out a chuckle. "Is that what you call them?" He asked, not focusing on my question.

"That wasn't an answer to my question Pillow."
"Nick's been suspended, it happened yesterday apparently. Or at least that's what I heard on my way here."
"Oh really. That's interesting."

I was about to ask further questions when the bell rang to head to our first class.

Nick POV.
(The previous day)

Despite the principal's warning I didn't stop what I was doing. As far as I know George and Clay hadn't told anyone, which I didn't expect, they weren't overly social in school with anyone besides eachother.

I went about my Tuesday morning as usual, but making sure to steer clear of the blond and brunette duo, picking on other targets that I spotted with Zak and Wilbur behind me.

There was a trio of boys that were hanging around lockers near the stairs on the second floor. There was a tall blond with his back to us wearing a red and white t-shirt.
He was arguing with someone of equally height wearing a suit with dyed hair in both black and white with different colour eyes. A third person in a dark green hoodie and jeans with bright blue eyes stood quietly, just watching what was happening and only speaking up when it seemed like the argument was going to get violent.

Both the smallest and the man with heterochromia (heterochromia: person with different coloured eyes) grew quiet when they saw me approaching with Wilbur and Zak tailing behind me. The pair silently tried to warn the blond to shut up but he didn't get the message until I was standing behind him.

The blond was the same height as me even though he was a year younger, and when he finally realised that someone was behind him he spun around with a slight snarl. "What do you want bitch?"
Instantly he slid backwards half a foot when he saw who it was.
"Hey Tommy." I said in a sly taunting voice.

He gulped, "hey Nick." Tommy wasn't one to get intimidated easily, but he knew that calling me a bitch was like asking for a death note.
"Hey Tommy." I repeated, a snake-like grin creeping up my face.
"Uhhhh... Sorry about that that, I thought you were someone else... No hard feelings?"
I let out a cruel laugh, "yeah sure... If- you can give me cash for... actually it's probably best if you do not know."

Tommy took a half-step back, "I don't have any money in me right now okay big man."
His friend Tubbo stepped in, "you can have some of my money." He said with a slight stutter, stepping back cowardly when we turned to look at him.
"That's not gonna work sorry, so what's it going to be? Money or a knuckle sandwich."

The blond looked down in though for a moment before swiftly making a decision. He balled his hand into a fist and sent it flying straight to my face, colliding with my cheek just below my right eye. "Fuck you bitch!" He yelled out, drawing the attention of students nearby.
It immediately stung but I couldn't let it show, sending my fist flying back in retaliation and colliding with his shoulder.

Punches started flying back and forth between us. Tubbo, Zak, Wilbur and the unnamed man with multicoloured eyes all backed up and more students gathered around to watch.

Thin streaks of blood were dripping down both of our noses and lips. For the moment I'd forgotten about Mrs Williams threat as I pushed the blond against the locker but was snapped back to reality when...
"What is going on here!" The firm voice of our principal echoed through the hall, silencing the students yells of support for the fight.

She ignored Tommy as she approached us with a steaming fury and steam almost coming out her ears. "What did I tell you yesterday!" She growled at me in a scary tone.
"You aren't going to be back in this school for a few good long while."
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