Strangers. (DNF College AU)

Chapter 6: Sleeve.

♡George pov♡

I woke up to yelling. I slowly opened my eyes. Clay and his boyfriend were yelling at each other. More so, Jasper was yelling at Clay.

"Get that fucking slut out of our bed!"

"He's not a slut and that isn't our bed anymore. It's mine, and I can have whoever I want in it."

"You can't break up with me, Clay. You know you can't."

"Yes, I can, and that's exactly what I'm doing."

"You're gonna leave me for some fucking whore? I bet he sleeps around. He looks like the type."

Oh.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? We didn't even do anything. He stayed here with me last night because I was a fucking wreck after I watched my own boyfriend makeout with some guy on a couch. Not to mention I did I stayed with you even though you're a fucking abuser." Clay's voice broke.

He's crying now.

"Abuser? Really?" Jasper asked.

"Yes." Clay replied.

"How the fuck am I abusive?" Jasper asked.

"What kind of a question is that? You hit me when you get mad. Do you not see the fucking bruises on my face?" Clay questioned.

I heard a loud slap.

"Shut up, Clay. Shut the fuck up." Jasper demanded.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you." Clay sobbed quietly.

Another loud slap. I sat up. Clay had his hand on the side of his face. Jasper looked like he was ready to hit him again. I quickly got off the bed and grabbed my knife. I pulled Clay back into the room. Jasper and I now stood face to face.

"The hell is this? Your fucking whore is gonna fight me because you can't defend yourself?" Jasper asked Clay.

"Don't talk to him you pussy ass bitch. This is between us now." I stated angrily.

His fists clenched, and he tried to swing. I grabbed his wrist and slammed him against the wall. I poked the knife against his stomach. His eyes widened in fear.

"If you EVER put your hands on him again I'll fucking gut you." I threatened.

He now had tears running down his face as he quickly nodded. I pulled away from him and pointed down the hall.

"Now go." I demanded.

He ran down the hall. I went back into the dorm, shutting the door behind me. I tossed my knife onto my pile of clothes. Clay was sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were shaking, and there were still tears running down his face. I quickly came over and sat next to him.

"I'm sorry, Clay. Did I scare you?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"This is all just so fucked up. I need to get ready for work." He mumbled.

He stood up and grabbed his work clothes.

Arguments like that happened so often that it didn't phase him enough to forget about work.

"Ask Niki for a day off. She would understand Clay." I told him.

He shook his head, buttoning his work shirt.

"I can't miss work." He stated.

"Then I'm going with you." I said.

I grabbed my jeans from last night and put them on.