The Triangle

Chapter 110 ? Heart

G MOM:
"And do what? Force him to talk to me? We can't do that..." She sighed.

Y/N:
"I have an idea." I interrupted, making them jerk around to meet my gaze, "There's this park that my family and I love. I could send you the address and have George meet you there. Then you two can have a mother-son day."

His mom exchanged a glance with her husband.

G MOM:
"I don't know...he would want to leave immediately, and he'd get mad at you for setting him up..." Her lips curled down farther.

Y/N:
"Then he can be mad at me..." I sighed, "I just know that if you got time alone with no distractions, you guys could fix things. Leave it to me. I'll send you the address, George and I will go after he gets ready. Come 30 minutes after we leave."

His mom nodded slowly.

G DAD:
"W—What about...me?" He messed with his fingers while looking down at them.

I raised my eyebrows, surprised he was even asking about himself.

Y/N:
"Once we help George and her, her and I can think of a plan for you." I lightly smiled.

His father nodded slowly.

G DAD:
"Thank you Y/N..." He mumbled, George's mom tilted her head in agreement.

Y/N:
"No problem." My lips curled up farther then I turned around and headed back upstairs.

-CLAY's POV-
Nick and I decided to hang out this weekend, just the two of us, since we haven't in a while. He came over around 10am.

We ended up playing Minecraft for half an hour until the doorbell rung. Once it did, I inhaled sharply and all my anxieties came up. I instantly got up and locked my door from behind. Nick's eyebrows squished together at me.

NICK:
"What're you doing?" He paused Minecraft with his controller.

CLAY:
"Stay here, no matter what—" I slammed the door on him then twisted the knob to make sure it was locked, it was.

I dashed downstairs to see my mom almost opening the door.

CLAY:
"I got it!" I yelled while running to her, making her jump and turn around, "It's one of my friends, no need to open the door to my friends when I can but thank you—"

I swung open the door and quickly walked out then slammed it. I had my head facing my front door outside. I released a shaky breath while staring down at the concrete.

CLAY:
"Alright you son of a bitch...what do you—"

Instead of turning around to see my jailbird father, I met eyes with Wilbur, of all people. My eyes widened as my shoulders fell, I slowly stopped tensing.

WILBUR:
"Well someone hasn't had a pleasant morning." He raised his eyebrows.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes.

CLAY:
"What the fuck are you doing here?"

WILBUR:
"I came to ask you on a date."

I blinked slowly at him.

CLAY:
"I'm sorry, what?" I moved my neck forward a little.

WILBUR:
"Don't worry, we won't do anything after. You're not that special." He wrapped his arm around me and tried walking away.

I hit his chest, which released his grip on me.

CLAY:
"What the fuck are you trying to do??"

WILBUR:
"Just follow me." He rolled his eyes and walked to his car.