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George felt his eyelids rest for a second, covering his brown eyes which made him almost snooze out and the voice of his biology teacher got low, and then he opened them to fall in the cycle over again. He had not had too much sleep the previous night, moreover, he always found that teacher too boring, with his monotone voice, with his lectures that no one wanted to listen to. If all of that wasn't enough, that old man was also super nosy, talking about other people's lives all the time, as if he did not have a subject to teach.
The tired boy raised his hand, in the hope to leave that classroom even if just for a couple of minutes.
"Any questions, George?" the teacher questioned, facing him with a curious look.
"I was wondering if I could use the restroom, Sir," George asked, already standing up.
"Sure."
George did not rush his steps. Contrary, he dragged his steps in slow motion through the long corridor, wondering how many minutes left for the bell to ring. An old lady was cleaning the mess some kid made on the floor, and George smiled at her and said "hi."
She showed a kind grin, and asked, "boring class, again?", which made the boy giggle, because that lady already knew his plan to escape from class for a bit when he was bored. His answer was something of a muffed "yes", and he kept his way to the bathroom.
Entering there he saw another boy, tall and with dirty blond hair, who probably did not notice his presence until he stood in the last urinal. George focused his sight on the dirty tiles in front of him and rushed.
When he went to dry his hands in the machine, after washing them, the other boy was already using it, but he kept there even after his hands were dry.
"Um, excuse me?" George asked, feeling his cheeks burn because he usually avoided talking with other people of his age besides his close friends.
"Excuse you?" he landed his dark green eyes on the shorter boy next to him, locking his gaze. "Do you know who I am?"
George did know who he was from sight, and he knew he was popular, or whatever, but he, in fact, didn't know who that boy was.
"No, and I don't want to, thanks," he responded, shaking his hands, so they would dry as fast as possible without the help of the machine.
"I see," the boy murmured, "I am Clay, most known as Dream. The captain of the football team."
George could not hold an ironic giggle. Dream, really?
"I don't care."
Dream spread his lips, searching for something to respond, but he kept quiet for the first time in his life and nodded, which confused George. He got scared for an instant because he didn't like the members of the football team, as they thought they ruled the school, and he even thought he was in trouble from that moment. Besides, he hated the way Dream kept staring at him as if he was thinking of what to do to him.
"Tell me," Dream whispered, "what's your name?"
George wide opened his eyes, frowning, and broke eye contact with that football player, turning his back to him and leaving the bathroom. Differently from every other day, George landed his feet in a hurry on the ground, so he could get to his classroom as soon as possible. Yet, the bell rang.
Then, thinking of the way to the restroom, George made a mental map on his brain and traced the best ways to the computer room without crossing Dream until there. He avoided every football player in the corridors, changing his way if he saw one because they usually hung out together. Finally, near the lockers, he saw his friend Alex, and he walked to him.
"Quackity!" he called him with a tiny smile.
"Hi mate," they greeted each other.
"I have a free period now. Wanna play MC?" George suggested, leaning his body against the wall, seeing Quackity changing his books in his backpack.
"I don't have time, I'm sorry. But I can watch you for a bit," he replied with a shrug.
George nodded while watching Quackity close the door of his locker. They walked together through the stairs, going to the computers room, where they usually met some other people who enjoyed spending their breaks playing computer games, programming or playing a board game. He tried his best not to think about the previous incident, but it was inevitable, as it made him slightly upset for some reason.
They sat together in front of a PC, each one in a chair, and George turned it on, seeing a log-in screen. George, now, did not feel like playing Minecraft so, instead, he opened the online chess game, and pressed play at the same moment the bell rang, telling the students it was time for class.
"I gotta go, George," Alex got up and tapped his hand on his friend's shoulder. "See you later."
He didn't take his eyes off the screen to face Quackity leave, only smiled and said goodbye.
Everyone was leaving in a hurry to their classes, except for George, who kept in the room, playing alone. At least, he thought he was alone.
"Hi," he heard a voice behind him, which made chills run all over his body as soon as he realized who spoke. George let an audible sigh come out of his mouth.
"What do you want?" he finally said, spinning in his chair, so he could face Dream, finding his lips curved into a small smile and his eyes half-closed. George frowned.
"Can I sit here?" he pointed to the chair where Quackity was sitting before. However, he did not wait for George's answer and rested there, anyway.
"No, you can't. You can't, get up." The other boy ordered, annoyed, gesturing Dream to leave.
With no results, George stood up, looked dead in the eyes at Dream, and cleared his throat.
"Clay. Leave me alone." His face adopted a red tone, not because he was scared or embarrassed, but because he was flustered, mad, irritated. He felt a shiver lifting his body hair as he noticed that Dream subtly bit his lower lip.
"Make me," was the only response.
Losing his head, George grabbed Dream's wrist, forcing him to stand up, but he forgot the other boy was stronger, which made him pull himself to Dream, almost falling over him. Hearing a light giggle from the other, George rapidly stood up and fixed his hair.
Dream finally did as he was told and left the room, leaving behind a thoughtful George who had no idea of what had happened.
(...)
When he was almost sleeping, his phone lit the whole dark room, making George open his eyes, bothered by the light, and wondering what it could be. Struggling to read the notification, he could at least notice it was from Instagram, but he was unable to see what it was, so he scratched his eyes to read "I have one week to make you fall in love with me". What surprised George the most was the name of the person who sent him that message: @/dreamwastaken.
Without thinking, he responded: "I will never fall in love with you. You can give up already."
The answer came in an instant: "Let's see ;) if I lose, I leave the team."
George frowned alone, wondering if the boy was serious about it. Although he hated football players, he did not want Dream to stop doing what he loved, as it was the same as if he bet to quit gaming.
Yet, he just shrugged and decided to get back to sleep, turning around and pulling his blue blanket closer to him.