Unexplainable Love | Greece

I Would

Chapter 2

A/N - Hello again! This ones kinda long, hopefully not too long. Enjoy!

I Would - One Direction
"With a sign on my back saying kick me, reality ruined my life"

(George POV)

"Here we go." I said to Blake as I stepped off the school bus.

"Can't wait until we finally leave this place." Blake replied.

I looked over at the door and saw Brent and his little clique. Brent's the popular jock that everyone loves, except Blake and I. He made our lives hell since the day he found our YouTube channel.

"Back Door?" I asked Blake.

"Yep."

Hailey, Brent's super hot girlfriend, and her best friend Kat walked past us and went over to Brent. Hailey started to make out with Brent as Harley, Brent's best mate, tried to make a move on Kat, and got instantly rejected. He'd been trying for months and never succeeded.

"Blake stop staring unless you want Brent to hit you for checking out his girlfriend."

"I wasn't! Was I?" He replied confused.

"Yes. Now hurry up before they see us." I said as I pushed him lightly in the right direction.

We made it to our lockers safely and grabbed our books.

"I'll catch up, I'm going to the bathroom."

I nodded and turned to head to class. I slowed down a little when I heard a voice behind me.

"Squirt!"

Great.

I start walking at my normal pace, pretending I didn't hear.

"Squirt! I'm talking to you!"

I'm short, but not short enough to be called squirt. Brent's only a head length taller than me.

I'm still walking as I feel a hand on my shoulder spinning me around. As I turned I saw someone walk past me in a pale yellow sweatshirt with red writing on the front that looked really nice. I wonder where that's from. I'd ask if I had seen who he wa- I zoned back in when Brent snapped his fingers in my face.

"I know I'm good looking but I'm straight. And I have a girlfriend, so stop staring."

Crap! I zoned out staring at Brent of all people. I wish he'd stop spreading rumours about me being gay. I sighed and turned around but felt a hand grab my shoulder again, only this time he put his arm around me. I went to question it but then I saw
Mr. O'Connor walking towards us reading papers and realised he was putting on a nice guy act for the teachers.

"Hey what class have you got buddy?" He asked, then after Mr. O'Connor walked past, he finished with, "Music with chicken legs? Speaking of, where is he? I haven't seen him today."

I wish he'd leave Blake out of this. "Maybe he's not feeling well," I turned sharply to face him, knocking his arm off my shoulder, "Or maybe he's sick of your shit." I finished with.