"Wilbur I SAID BACK OFF!" Clay scolded, pushing and shoving the taller boy off of him, his arms waving around like jelly in an attempt to escape the brunette's tight grasp. Wilbur had unfortunately caught the blond in his most vulnerable state, as he was trying to escape his ever growing list of problems, he really just needed a break. However that was not the case when the blond was caught completely off guard by the taller movements and even more so concerned when his voice went seductively low.
"Oh come on now that's no fun!" Will Sighed, his emotions calm and collected, way different than the latters own set of sentiments .
Clay was panicky, he was frantic- his legs and arms moving everywhere, attempting to find a soft spot where he could knock the taller out of commission so he could make a quick getaway.
"I SAID FUCK OFFF" Clay cursed in a furious rage, headbutting the Bruntte, flailing his legs as he tried to kick him right in the groin. He had had enough of Wilburs games. Tears began to wet the blond face as more panic set in. George was right, he was in some serious danger, and he felt horrible for not listening to him.
Wilburs lip and nose began bleeding from where the blond had injured him, the rage now surging out from wilburs entire body; his anger was enough to make even someone like George cower.
To say things weren't looking up for the American would be an understatement and Clay knew that but he was in no way ready to accept his fate. Wilbur had the blond pinned up against the cold tiled school bathroom wall, his hands wrapped around the latters wrists in an attempt to keep him still.
"WILL" he yelled again, hoping that someone would hear his pleading and come rescue him. He tried moving his legs but The tall brunette had him completely pinned to the cold hard surface.
"I see why your little friend has taken a liking to you, you're quite feisty" Willbur said adimering every inch of the struggling boy. Clay glared at him, just the indirect mention of George's name pissed him off; He was not very happy with him at the moment. Will just rolled his eyes continuing to restrain the male . "George can't have all the fun now can he, new kids gotta learn his place in this school- yeah!" He grabbed the man's face with his hands digging his short nails into his sun kissed skin. "Yeah you have no idea what you're getting yourself into do you!" Clay spat in the tallers face, his eyebrows furrowed and lips turned to a thin line.
"Go to hell, bastard!" Wilbur malicaly licked his lips before getting all up and personal in the latters face.
"Look Bekken I was gonna play nice with you, I WAS GONNA LET YOU GO WITH JUST A SMALL SCARE!... but if i'm going to hell like you said-" there faces now centimeters apart, breaths mixing with one another, smoke and mint swirled their senses. "I'm dragging your Punk ass down with me" With that Wilbur connected there lips for a heated kiss, Clay not moving a single muscle out of fear.
"You wanna Fuck with the slut! You want a piece of his COMPLICATED ASS.... I'll give you something to empathize WITH" he said in between violating kisses. Clay stood still in shock his arms and legs going limp at the contact, his body only staying up right by the latters body weight
Clay woke up in a cold sweat, his face ghostly pale as beads of sweat ran down his face, his chest heaving at a rapid pace. He placed a hand to his head, trying his hardest to shake the memory from his vision. His eyes were glossy as he tried to stop himself from shedding any pity tears. Clay placed a hand over his heart listening as it calmed down bit by bit, letting a content sigh when he finally didn't feel like having a panic attack. The blond panned his eyes over to the sleeping brunette, watching as he breathed softly into his pillow. Clay thought he looked so peaceful when he was asleep, no care in the world, no fears, just peaceful bliss of rest; no one to disrupt and disturbed, safe and sound underneath the warm sheets. Clay let himself smile and sink back into the covers, scooting closer to the peaceful male, hoping that some of his tranquil state would switch over to him. He let himself wrap his arms around the latter, watching as George subconsciously moved closer to the warmth Clay brought. The male sighed to himself, becoming extremely restless, his leg not being able to stay still for more than a second. He rolls his eyes before carefully unwrapping himself from the other and sliding off the bed and quietly slipping out of the room andHe closed the door quietly behind him. His hairs crawling up his back goosebumps running up his arm. Clay slowly turning around, his face going white with panic clasping a hand over his mouth falling to the floor.
"Yo!" Scott whispered, trying so hard not to laugh, with half a brownie in his mouth. Clay got up dusting himself off, restaining the urge to slap scott for scaring the shit out of him.
"What are you doing up!" he whispered to his best friend, walking towards the stairs. The ravenite only shrugged, stuffing the rest of the brownie in his mouth.
"And where did you get that!" Clay scolded, again scott just shrugged
"I found it"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU" Scott shushed him before he could yell anymore, Clay rolled his eyes with a big huff. "What do you mean you found it?" The blond repeated this time at an acceptable level for 3 in the morning. Scott just giddily smiled leading the blond down the carpeted staircase and to the kitchen. Clay was concerned to say the least, and knowing scott this could only mean one thing; he was not gonna remember anything.
"YOUR SO USELESS" Wilbur screamed in the middle of the living room, TV blasting on high as to block the sound of the two boys Screaming at one another. A cold hard slap was heard echoing through out the house, the tallers hand collided with the smaller boys face sending him backwards. George clung his palm to the side of his throbbing face concealing the red mark that was now forming in the shape of a hand. "CAN YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" George just stifled his tears, trying so hard to keep his angry sobs from coming up. "HUH SPEAK UP SLUT" he continued to yell, getting all up in the male's face.
"Your Being a dick Will" was all he could get out through his choked sobs; George was pissed he felt betrayed, sure Will acted like this before, but the audacity he had to assume that his feelings for him would change over a dumb photo.
"OH I'M BEING THE DICK, what were you and Nick talking about today! HUH!" George started cowering, holding his dignity in as long as he could, holding back tears of fury as Will struck him again, hitting his lip and splitting it in half. The brunette didn't wince and he didn't back up after that, he instead stood up wiping the blood from his lip. The smaller knew the oldest way of communication all too well, and he was already inches away from the edge of lost sanity.
"Hit me again I dare you!" George said his voice soft but threatening, his feet squaring and his fists at the ready, He was hoping, no- He was praying for the latter to strike him again. he wanted to come back with a harder hit to the face of a beautiful yet vile man, screwing up what all the girls folded over. Wills eyes widened but he didn't stray from the premise, he didn't get up and cower no- he did as he was told, kicking the brunette to the ground, only to be pulled down with a loud smack. George knew exactly if he told Will to hit him he would pull a trick like this, so he had hooked his leg around the others pulling him down to the ground. The sound of a loud Crack echoed through the whore house as Wiliburs head collided with the glass coffee table- breaking it with a loud shatter. Willbur cried out in pain as small shards of glass punctured his flesh.
"YOU LITTLE WHORE!" he screamed out in pain as he plucked the small glass parts out of his skin, eyes swelling with more painful tears the more glass he pulled out. George did nothing but stand up and laugh, he laughed and laughed menacingly at the pain he had inflicted on the taller brunette, only slightly disappointed he didn't crack his skull open. Wilbur just layed on the ground almost unconscious as he continued to pull out tiny shards of glass from his arms. "YOU SATAN SPAWN!" Will cursed while George just laughed, laughed at how he had won, laughed that he finally got his karma.
"GO TO HELL BASTARD '' The taller brunette watched as George went to leave, kicking the male in the shinn making him fall smacking his head straight on the hardwood floor, knocking the small boy out cold. Wilbur got up pulling one more shard out, standing on top of the unconscious boy, almost out of it himself, softly laughing at the man's patheticness.
"If I'm going to hell, you're coming down with me." he said before dragging the helpless boy upstairs.
George woke up groggy, rubbing his head with a wince of pain when he touched a sore spot.
"Good morning love-" a sweet voice said, his bed lowering when the body sat down. "You took a terrible tumble yesterday. I'm glad you're okay" The brunette opened his eyes fully to be met with a "sincere" smile coming from his boyfriend's face.
"Will-"
"Yes darling?"
"What happened yesterday" Wilbur smiled to himself with a slight chuckle which George thankfully, in his loppy state, did not pick up.
"You fell down the stairs and in an attempt to steady yourself you broke the living room coffee table, but it's okay I cleaned you up and set you down" George only nodded as he struggled to get up. "No no dont it's ok-" George quickly grabbed onto the male shirt and shoved his face in Wills.
"How stupid do you think I am Will, you got mad over the new kid and beat the shit out of me-" Wilburs face went pale as he stuttered to catch his words. "Don't think I don't remember just because you knocked me out"
"I- George you just woke up maybe you should calm down a bit-"
"AND DON'T FOR ONE SECOND THINK I MISSED THE DETAILS OF WHAT YOU DID AFTER I WAS OUT COLD" he let go with a huff rolling his eyes "you could have had the decency to at least give me a shirt after you were done."
"George I really don't know what youre talking about, I Swear sometimes your delusional"
"Wilbur-"
"Yes lov-"
"Get out of my house!"
