Hidden Love

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TW's
-Mental breakdown

The next day I woke up earlier. I had been awake since 3am. The pain was very bad. My mum came home at 11 pm and gave me some painkillers. I decided to just go to school even though I had a lot of pain. I didn't want Michel to think I was a pussy.

'Are you sure, honey?' my mum asked me, when she saw me struggling with my bag.

'Yeah.'

'I will buy you a bus ticket if you need one, sweetie.'

'It's fine, mum. I will be alright.'

'Okay, sweetie. I have to leave now. Do you need help with anything?'

I shook my head. 'I'm good.'

'Okay, honey. I'm home at night this time. I prepared you some dinner. It's in the fridge.'

'Thanks.'

'Bye, sweetie. Have fun.'

'Thanks, I will.'

And she left. Again... I tried my best to hold back my tears, but I couldn't. I came to my breaking point. I started crying. I didn't exactly know why. Maybe it was the pain in combination with being tired and sitting here without my mum and dad. Tears streamed down my face and I laid down on the couch. I cried for minutes long when suddenly my phone rang. A random number was calling me.

'Hello, with George Davidson,' I said sobbing a little.

'George, are you crying?'

'Clay?'

'Yeah, I have your number from our group chat.'

'Oh, what's wrong?'

'Are you coming to school?'

'Yes.'

'You're one hour late.'

'Oh shit, am I? I thought we had a free period the first class.'

'No, she was fine with it though. Are you alright?'

'Yeah, I'm coming. I have to walk I think.'

'I'll ask my dad to pick you up.'

'No, I will walk.'

'I already texted him.'

'Fine.'

I waited a few minutes, apparently Clay lived close to me. His dad arrived and I sat down.

'How are you?' he asked.

'It hurts a lot,' I mumbled.

'I understand. You're such a nice guy. Clay talked about you sometimes.'

'What did he say? We never even spoke before.'

'Oh so much, how he likes your hair and eyes. He even told me you gave him a pencil once and he was literally so happy. It was funny.'

I felt my cheeks heating up and before I knew they were redder than ever. 'I remember that. I could never really be friends with him. He is popular, has a girlfriend and so many friends. I get bullied and everyone hates me.'

'Oh, listen to me. He wants to be friends with you.'

'Oh,' I felt I was smiling as an idiot. Why did he talk about me? About me?!

'Clay is a good guy behind how he acts in school. I know he can be cocky and difficult to handle sometimes, but it's all a mask.'

Behind his mask he is like a Dream. I liked that, I always called that side Dream.

'He had a difficult period and in school he acted even cockier. Apparently his girlfriend liked that, but now his soft side I showing a little more, she is being toxic to him.'

'I'm sorry.'

'Don't say sorry. I don't see those two getting old together. It's just not a match. Do you have a girlfriend?'

'No.'

'Or a boyfriend,' Clays father grinned.

I smiled. 'No, I don't have either.'

'I like you, come over once.'

'If Clay wants me to.'

'No doubt that he wants to.'

The rest of the ride was quieter, but not uncomfortable. I was constantly thinking. Why did Clay talk about me? Why the only boy in the class getting bullied? I'm just small, thin and ugly. How can someone talk about me in a positive way?

'George? We arrived.'

'Oh yeah, sorry. Thank you so much for driving me here.'

'No problem! What time are you free?'

'3pm, if I can handle that with the pain.'

'I'll pick you up. If you have to leave earlier just let Clay call me and I'll go home from work.'

'I can't do that.'

'Oh, my work is like 10 minutes from here, I can just bring you home and go back. Don't worry.'

'Thanks.'

'No problem, George. Enjoy.'

I walked into the school. I was happy. His father was being so nice. I missed a fatherly figure in my life for so long now. I entered the school and sat down on a bench. The break just started. I saw Clay sitting next to his girlfriend. His girlfriend had her arm around Clay. Clay saw me and made a face. I giggled. Clays girlfriend suddenly started kissing Clay, but he pushed her away softly. I heard her confusingly talking. It seemed to end in a big argument and I could here her scream the words.

'I thought you loved me?'

'I do.'

'Why do you never want to kiss me?'

'Just because some reasons.'

'You never get freaking turned on from me? What's wrong with you? Why did you change?'

Clay looked at me and rolled his eyes. I smiled.

'Thanks for letting everyone know that. For the same part I have a condition you know.'

'I know you don't. You would have told me.'

'I guess. Still, not everyone needs to know this.'

'You are such a dick,' she screamed.

'Thanks.'

I laughed a little. He was acting so casually even though it was highly uncomfortable. Everyone was staring at them.

'Why do you not want to kiss me?'

'Because you're toxic and I have other things on my mind.'

'What other things?' Her voice cracked because of her screaming so loudly.

I saw Sapnap standing up, Sapnap was Clays best friend. He grabbed Clays girlfriends shoulders.

'Can you calm down maybe?'

'Why would I?'

'Because you are screaming personal information.'

'THAT HE DOESN'T GET TURNED ON?'

'Hey, dude. Shut the heck up. This is embarrassing for you both. Everyone is looking at you and not in a positive way.'

'Oh Clay, you know? I CHEATED ON YOU. He gave me what I want, you don't.'

'Fine, it's over. I break up with you,' Clay said still calm.

His ex ran away and I didn't take before I saw Clay stand up. He was crying.

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