My unknown lover

Part 12

Sorry I had to post this one

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•George view•

"Clay I lo-" I then was cut off by an unexpected answer.

"I'm not gay" he spoke out.

I froze for a second.

"Pfft, yeah okayy.. anyways I lo-" I then I was cut off again.

"So really.." he said looking down at me.

I looked up at him.

His face was serious.

He didn't laugh or smile..

He wasn't joking..

"Oh...okay then uh.. this is.. awkward..." I said sitting up scratching the back of my head.

"We can still cuddle and hang out" he said sitting up aswell.

I got off the bed and sniffled.

"I'm just gonna go home" I said with a smile..

Not any smile..

A smile that his the sadness..

A smile that hid my actual feelings.

"I also have a girlfriend"

That's when my heart sank..

I thought he loved me..

I thought he had feelings for me..

It wasn't just that but I showed him my body..

I was about to say something but all that came out was a stutter.

I put my shoes on and I walked out of the house.

He knew I was upset.

I didn't say anything after that..

He huffed and laid back.

I walked all the way back to my house.

The whole way I was thinking if he was lying or not.

I finally got home and pulled out my phone.

Dream had sent me a picture of him and his girlfriend kissing..

My bottom lip quivered.

I then felt my eyes fill with tears.

Hot tears fell down to the ground splattering.

I really had fell for a boy that wasn't even gay and had a girlfriend...

He then called me.

I was stupid and I picked up.

"George?" He said over the phone.

"What" I said in a raspy voice.

"Listen, we can still hang out now that you know what I look like.." he spoke.

"Mm.." I didn't knew why to say.

"tomorrow..?"

"Busy" I said wiping away my tears.

"Next week?"

"Busy" I said walking in front of a mirror.

I looked at myself.

"..when? I wanna see you again" He spoke.

"You know what you should have thought of that before you fucking made me fall for you..god I'm so stupid.." I said with a chuckle as my hand balled up into a fist.

He was about to speak but was cut off.

"But you know it was stupid if you to send me a picture of your face dipshit"

"George don't you fucking dar-" I then hung up.

I screen shorted the picture of his face and smiled.

Tears fell down onto the screen of my phone as I opened Twitter.

I made a fake account and just as I was about to post it.

I started to feel guilt..

I started to feel sorry if the picture had gone out there for everyone to see...

He blew up my phone threatening me and saying he was sorry and I was acting childish.

I rubbed my face.

"Fuck what should I do.."

To be continued