The Triangle

❥Warning:
Includes strong language.

• 1 hour earlier •

-CLAY's POV-
Y/N didn't come to Chemistry. I knew she blew it off because of me. All throughout the class, I thought of what to say to her. Once I knew what I was going to say, the bell rung.

I made my way to Math class to talk to her. But when I arrived, she wasn't there. George was talking to someone while smiling. I walked up to him.

CLAY:
"George."

His head shot up to me as his eyebrows squished together.

GEORGE:
"Hey, what're you doing here?"

CLAY:
"Have you seen Y/N at all?"

GEORGE:
"No...why what did you do?" He rolled his eyes while tilting his head.

I scoffed and crossed my arms.

CLAY:
"You think just because she's not here it means that I did something?"

GEORGE:
"Did you do something?"

CLAY:
"Yes." I looked away.

George groaned in annoyance.

CLAY:
"Look, I just need your help to find her."

GEORGE:
"Just call her."

CLAY:
"Oh." I paused for a moment, mentally hitting myself in the head for not thinking of that, "I'll be back—"

George shook his head while slightly glaring at me as I left. Meanwhile, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed Y/N's number. I leaned up against the lockers while crossing my arm over my chest, the other one holding up the phone to my ear.

After a few moments, she answered.

Y/N:
"Hello?"

CLAY:
"Y/N—Where are you?"

Y/N:
"Why?"

CLAY:
"Cause," I sighed, "I wanna apologize and talk to you..."

She was silent for a moment.

Y/N:
"I'm with Wilbur..." She admitted.

My eyes widened as my grip on my phone tightened. I clenched my jaw while glaring out the window.

CLAY:
"Where are you?" I asked lowly.

Y/N:
"We ditched school..."

I sighed.

Y/N:
"Clay look...I like Wilbur too. He deserves a fair chance just like the rest of you. So, support that like George and Nick have or...don't date me at all." She snapped.

My eyes widened more as anxiety filled me.

Y/N:
"This whole situation isn't just hard on you, Clay. It's hard on me too. I don't even want to choose between all of you but I have to. I need to do what's best for me. And what's best for me is...to call off our date tonight and go on one with Wilbur instead."

My eyebrows squished together in sadness as I swallowed hard at the tile.

Y/N:
"Now, support me like everyone else and grow up...because I'm tired of feeling like I can't be honest with you...you decide our fate, Clay. Let me live my life the way I want instead of getting mad and jealous all the time. If you want me to be happy...let me figure out what makes me happy and stop getting upset every time I talk to someone who's not you. You don't own me, Clay. We're not kids anymore...support me like a good friend or drop me..."

I clenched my jaw tighter, thinking of my options.

I knew Wilbur didn't deserve her. The guy was a sex machine. I was worried that he would force himself on Y/N or gaslight her into doing shit she didn't want to do. I didn't trust him one bit to take care of her.