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eight-argument with Clay

TW: Fighting

I wake up to the sound of the front door slamming.

I keep my eyes closed so that they don't feel bad for waking me up.

"Oh my god, not right now." Sapnap says, jumping off the couch.

"No, I'll go talk to him." George says, pushing Sap back down onto the couch.

George's POV

I walk outside slowly shutting the door to not make a sound.

Clay is sitting head in his hands on the steps to our porch.

"You alright?" I question.

"Mhm." He replies.

"I heard what happened with you and Alex." I mumble.

"You what?" He says raising his voice and turning towards me.

I flinch a little but nothing too serious.

"Yeah, I just wanted to let you know Quinns alright."

"For fucks sake. Alex can't keep anything to himself." Clay says, standing up.

"No, Quinn is trying to sleep. She's drained and you aren't going to go in there and fight with Alex and make things worse for her." I tell Clay, raising my voice slightly.

"George, please just mind your own business for the time being." Clay tells me with a stern voice.

Tears start to fill my eyes.

I sigh, not wanting to continue the conversation.

A tear slips down my cheek as I open the door.

Sapnap's POV

George walks through the door, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He makes a quick bolt for the stairs as Clay walks in.

I hop off the couch giving Clay a quick stare as I bolt up the stairs after George.

Quinn's POV

"What the hell Clay!" Alex yells at him.

"It's not my fault!" Clay yells back.

"Stop! I'm fucking done with you two!" I yell at them, popping my head out from Karls neck.

"Agreed." Karl says, taking my side.

"Quinn just stay out of this." Clay warns.

"No! You two shouldn't be fighting!" I shout, walking into the kitchen with them.

Sapnap runs down the stairs after hearing me yell.

"Quinn, come on honey." He says, leading me to the stairs.

As we walk up the stairs I stick my hand behind me and flip them off.

Sapnap opens the door to the room George was sitting in.

"Clays a dick." I say, walking in and sitting next to George.

He looks up at me and back down to his feet.

I rub his back for comfort.

We both hate yelling but this time I couldn't help but yell back.