As much as I want to play it off like I didn't need his help, I think I'm not that good of an actor. I finally let go of the breath I was holding while the bar was crushing me.

"As I said earlier," he looks down at me; I'm still lying down, "be careful."

I groan, sitting up. It feels like his words need to be decrypted to be understood.

"What does that even mean?" I hope he gets that I'm done with his mysterious nonsense.

"It means stop doing stupid shit that'll get you hurt," makes me wonder if he ever says a sentence without cursing at least once in it.

"Oh, so you could see the future earlier today?" The fact that he said that I should be careful hours ago and acts like the reason behind it was that he knew that I would do something that could potentially get me hurt pisses me off.

"I can see your future right now, and believe me, you're gonna get hurt real bad if you don't take your head out of your ass."

I frown. Is speaking to him even worth it? Every time I do it, he gives me a reason to stay awake at night.

"What do you want from me?" I cross my arms.

"Just do me a favor. I'm asking for a single thing," this is the clearest point he has ever made.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, preparing myself as I wait for him to speak. Once he realizes that I'm not going to respond, he speaks.

"Kick us out."

I know something's wrong with him. But I don't know what exactly is wrong with him. He's weirding me out more and more every day.

"Clay, I'm gonna say this once and once only," I speak slowly, making my point as clear as possible, "you're free to leave. Nobody is forcing you to stay. And what comes to my actions, it's none of your business."

He throws his head back and sighs. I'm waiting for him to say something, but once he looks back at me, his face is emotionless. He almost looks disappointed, I'm not good at reading him at all.

The eye contact lasts for a while, but eventually, once he feels like his emotional exhaustion on me has worked, he speaks.

"I know I'm free to leave, but trust me, that won't solve any of your problems."

"My problems?" I laugh mockingly.

"Your problems." He nods.

"I don't think I have any problems, Clay," I shake my head with a smile.

"And that's your problem."

I watch him as he gives me one more of those chilling glares and leaves. I stand still in my spot, unresponsive to what just happened and more confused than ever. He's playing games with me, I don't know what his end goal is, but every single thing he had said to me paired with his body language is threatening.

Once I decide that I should go confront him and force him to make his point clearer (if there is one), I realize that he's already in the shower. It's okay, I have nothing better to do, I'll wait.

I can't help but think about how much he has to hate me to ask for me to kick them out. He doesn't want to leave, he wants me to make all three of them leave. He hates me so much that he doesn't even want his friends to be around me.

Or maybe his friends want to murder me and keep the house, and he's just trying to warn me. However, I think the first option suits his character more.

Luckily Clay doesn't shower for hours like George does. Soon enough I see him make an appearance. I swear he has the nerve to groan when he sees me and try to walk as fast as he can without looking ridiculous so that I can't catch up to him.

I'm way more stubborn than that tho, I cut the distance and pull his arm roughly. Now it's my turn to trap him between me and the wall.

"You can't just say random shit like that and go," my voice is full of anger and frustration, so it's much louder than usual.

"Mhm," Clay walks past me as if I wasn't even close to being an obstacle. It frustrates me even more.

"I heard your conversation with George!"

I purse my lips, realizing that I'm getting desperate. He stops. For a moment I think that he's about to ask how much of it I heard like George did, but judging by his smirk, he couldn't care less.

"You didn't." Clay emphasizes the words to let me know that he's not in denial, he's just confident.

"I heard you saying that you don't care and George telling you to stop being a bitch about it if you don't care," I blurt out in one breath and immediately realize that I could've been smarter with that information instead of laying my cards on the table.

Clay runs his fingers through the wet darkened strands of his hair before he speaks again.

"And maybe he's right," he shrugs, "yeah, he's totally right."

I've had enough at this point. I don't even try to stop him when he turns around and leaves. I'll talk to George or Nick about this whole thing and get to the bottom of it. Talking to Clay is digging a deeper bottom to it.

I get back to workout and spend way too long running because it feels like I'm in a race with my thoughts. For a moment I decide to tell them to leave cause what seemed like a friendly company that I enjoyed is turning out to be something that's disturbing the peace of my mind.

On the other hand, I'm very skeptical of Clay and everything he says. Something inside me keeps telling me that he wants to get revenge on George (cause he keeps being mean to him about the whole ex story) by getting them kicked out. And I'm sure he once told Nick that he deserved to live in the streets for his stupidity.

I mean Clay got pissed from the very beginning, right at the moment he found out that I'm letting them stay for a few days. He despited the fact that George and Nick agreed to stay. And it all happened within the first few minutes of me offering them to stay, so I don't think there is a deeper cause.

It all makes me think that the problem is him and him only. It has to do nothing with George or Nick. He wants to erase me from their lives, yet the reason is still unknown to me. I'll do anything to find out. I need a plan.