Today is the last day of the school week and I feel completely drained and can't wait for it to be over.

This morning my parents were home and we said our goodbyes before they left for the weekend. It was nice to sit down and enjoy breakfast together. They have been somewhat home this week so it was nice having some company, but I knew it wasn't going to last for too long.

As I pull into school, I can't help but notice my eyes searching for a specific car. I scan the parking lot until my eyes land on George's spot.

Which is taken.

I let out a slow breath I didn't realize I was holding and park in my normal spot. I guess he's finally decided to show up to school.

I don't really know my game plan here. After finding out the truth, my mind has still not processed what I had been told. I know for a fact George would never accept any type of help from me, and maybe he was right that it was only a one time thing.

I despise George, for obvious reasons. However, I do have a small soft spot for him. This is only because I envy how perfect he is, and how he is the only person at this school to keep me on my toes. Its fun to get a break from the yes men at this school.

I check the time and I quickly gather my things. I was too caught up in my own thoughts to notice that I was gonna be late for class. Entering the school, I'm faced with empty hallways, everyone seeming to have already been in class. I get to my first period and listen to the dumb lecture my teacher gives me.

I go to find my seat at the back of the class and that's when my eyes fall on him. George is sitting there laughing with Alex.

But he's wearing sunglasses.

Which is extremely odd since we are in the middle of class right now so why would he even need those.

I take my seat next to him and he doesn't even look in my direction. Usually he would take any chance he could get to insult me or throw some petty remarks my way. Instead, he pretends like he hasn't noticed me. I pull out my pencil and binder. I decide to butt in their conversation when the laughter dies down. "George, nice to see you" I flash him a sarcastic smile as his eyes meet mine.

Which I can't even see because of the dumb glasses.

"I would say the same, but my new years resolution was to be more truthful" he says back keeping his tone sassy as usual. New years resolution, really? Its fucking September. Part of me is relieved that he isn't acting different, but at the same time how could he act so normal after what I've seen.

"What's with the shades?" I ask brushing off his last comment. He seems to be at a loss of words for a second, and I pick up on his slight change of mood. He keeps his glare facing the front of the classroom as he responds remaining playful, "I was bored so felt like starting a new trend"

"You look like an idiot" I roll my eyes.

"And what's your excuse for looking like one?" He questions rhetorically trying to keep the conversation light like always. Why the fuck did I even care about this guy, he seems perfectly fine to me. Unless his distractions are working and he's better at concealing his feelings than I thought. Which I'll go with the latter.

"George, no glasses in class you know the rules!" My attention snaps forward as the teacher calls on George.

"I have a prescription" he replies looking through his bag for what I assume to be a note. He pulls out a paper and walks towards the teacher handing it to her. She hums as she reads it and looks up at him with furrowed brows. "Nice try George, but I know your writing far too well."

George's demeanor changes for a moment as if he tries to come up with another excuse. Why does he like those glasses so much? I'm not gonna lie he looks much better without them.

"I don't want to" he argues with her.

"Take them off or detention." She answers sternly.

"Detention it is!" George says and turns back to his desk. He sits down as if he had just won the argument until he look back up to see the look on our teachers face. Knowing damn well he better stop the back and forth exchange and just take the glasses off. I don't get why he is so persistent on keeping them on. "Fine, then I'll have a nice chat with your coach about you misbehaving in class." She raises one eyebrow while keeping a neutral look on her face, maintaining eye contact with George. I hear him mumble something under his breath. "Fine" he goes to reach for them and takes them off slowly. The teachers nods and continues with the lesson as if the exchange didn't even happen.

I keep my eyes on and I feel rage seep through me when I notice a blue and purple bruise around his eye. It looks as though it has faded a bit overtime, but its still very prominent and I understand why he didn't want to take his glasses off now. "Shit George what the hell happened?" I hear Alex ask staring at his face confusion written over it.

"Oh nothing, I was in the shower and slipped the other day" he said the sentence rolling off his tongue as if it was rehearsed. Alex seemed to take his word for it and starting laughing at him calling him a dumbass. Meanwhile I know all too well that this is all bullshit.

I wait till class is over to speak to George, I don't want to speak up in front of everyone because I know how angry I'll get. When the bell rings I see him put his glasses back on and head for the door. I slowly follow behind him and keep my distance. I see him go into the washroom and decide to follow him in.

I wait a few seconds before entering and when I'm do I'm met with silence. I take a few steps and notice George standing in front of the mirror looking as if he had just ran a race. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were all red. I feel bad creeping on him like this so I clear my throat. He jumps at the noise seeming on edge and quickly puts his glasses on while turning to face me.

He flashes me a quick smile and walks towards the door but I stand in front of him. "Move Clay I'm leaving" he says to me keeping his gaze anywhere but my eyes. I stand there with my back leaning against the door way blocking his exist.

I look down at him, "we need to talk George" I say softly. I know we aren't on good terms so I try and come off nice, hoping he somewhat opens up to me. I can tell he knows what I wanna talk about but he decides to play innocent. "About what?"

"Tell me what happened to your eye" I push myself up off the door and peer down at him. I've always found George a bit intimidating but when we are alone in situations like these, I gain my confidence.

"Oh that!" He lets out a breathy laugh still acting clueless, his hands playing with the hem of his sweater. "I don't know if you heard in class but I fell in the shower. I know embarrassing right? Well yeah anyways can you get out of my way now I'm gonna be late for class" He rambles on, and I can sense the nerves coming off of him. I keep staring at him with a deadpan look showing him that I am not convinced.

"And your stomach?" I question lifting one of my brows.

"I..." He trails off and scratches the back of his neck. "Well you know on the field I got tackled a few times" A silence falls between us before I speak up again.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" I say lowly. I lift one of my hands and take off his glasses, surprisingly he doesn't argue and lets it happen. Once I do that I trail my fingers over the bruise. He drops his gaze to the floor. "Well, yes I do" I let my hand fall off his face and I stand there confused till I remember the previous set of words that had left my mouth. I try and stay focused on what is important and not let his snarky comments get to me. "How would you even manage to fall on your eye in the shower? And I didn't see you get tackled once at football." I continue pushing but I guess I went too far with all the questions I was asking.

"Why do you care?" He asks finally looking up to me, his brows knit together.

"I don't" the words come out of my mouth on instinct. Its George I am talking to, I don't actually care. I just don't like the idea of someone else messing with him. He's mine to have fun with.

"Then get out of my way" he says through gritted teeth. I can tell he's getting annoyed with my pestering and doesn't want to talk about it. I step out of the way and put my hands in the air innocently. He rolls his eyes without saying a thanks and opens the door while putting his sunglasses back on.

"If I see him he's dead" I say confidently. I see him stop in his tracks and stands in the hallway facing the opposite way. He doesn't even look back when he mutters the words, "I have no idea what you're talking about" and keeps walking down the hall, leaving me standing alone late for yet another class.

I take a deep breath and shake off the exchange heading for my second period. The class went by quickly today but I wasn't really paying attention.

When lunch came around we were all in the cafeteria when George finally showed up.

"Party at mine tonight, spread the word" he says demandingly while setting his lunch on the table. I look around and a bunch of the guys pump their fists in the air and start cheering, others pull out their phones obeying his orders and texting others around the school. I know exactly what he is doing, trying to distract himself from what's going on.

But I see right through it.