Almost broken(bullied) , A phanfiction

#3: "Is the little twat going to cry?"

Phils P.O.V

Entering the school building, I headed straight to my locker in attempt to avoid Dan. Luckily, the small dusty room was deserted so I could swap my science books in peace.

Locking the locker and checking my wrist for the time, I decided I should head to class despite the four minutes until the bell that signalled first period. Just as I'm about to turn around, my head gets shoved straight back into the row of closed lockers. The cold metal of the lockers manages to make my head sting and feel hot as I pull back when the hand grabbing my head lets go. Oh no oh no oh no.

"Beautiful, just beautiful, weather today, Phil! Don't you agree?" Dan gave me a wicked, wide smile and patted the top of my head.

I nod quickly but obviously didn't fall for his usual fake friendliness.

"How has this beautiful morning been so far for you?" He asks but just as I open my mouth to say something he explodes "HOW HAS YOUR BLOODY, FUCKING MORNING BEEN, YOU PEICE OF SHIT?"

"F-fi-fine." I stammer and cough.

Saved by the bell I think to myself as the bell rings and Dan disappears. He's on our schools probation and would get kicked out if he's late to lessons,  and I'm even luckier that my first few classes are without him.

Dan was right, the weather was oddly nice for Britain, so I opted to have my lunch on the reasonably large back field. It was pretty vacant apart from a loudly competitive football match and a circle of girls giggling about all the 'hot YouTubers'.

I found a nice quiet bench to sit on and I took my sandwich out my bag. It didn't take me long to realise I had Mazies lunch. The pink unicorn sticker keeping the bag closed and the fact that it was an egg sandwich and I just hate egg sandwiches. I placed the sandwich on the bench table and decided that the bottle of 7up would have to suffice as a nutritional lunch today.

"PHIL!" The owner of the voice sat next to me and picked up my sandwich.

"Dan," I quietly say, staring at my hands.

"Why is there a fucking unicorn on this? You a fag or something?" He laughed and snorted a little. "Oh! I have a great game for us to play! But you have to stand up first, OK?"

I didn't question it; I stood up.

"Now make some space," he kept eye contact with my, grinning.

I stood back from the bench and abandoned my 7up.

His fist flies straight into the side of my face. The sound that came out my mouth was strangled and mute with surprise. Then he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it so hard I go down with it, trip, and end up on the ground. His foot goes straight into my ribs, right on a healing bruise that will surely turn black again.

"Aaaand the winner is... me!" He squats down and strokes the side of my face, I felt tempted to just spit in his face but didn't risk the high chance of him killing me, "aww, your pretty ugly face is all -um- fucked up," he laughed again before standing up and strutting off.

***OLD CHAPTER BELOW***

I stepped into the school building and headed straight to my locker ((A/N I know most schools in Britain don't have lockers but I don't care xP)) When I get there I get out my science books and close the locker. Before I can turn around I'm slammed into the locker. I rub my head and look up. Oh no oh no oh no.

"Lovely weather today Phil! Don't you agree?" Dan asked - a large fake smile on his face. I nod in attempt to not anger him. "What book you got there nerd?" I show him my science book. " So how's  your day been Phil? " Dan continues. I open my mouth and attempt to say something. "Well Phil? HOW HAS YOUR BLOODY DAY BEEN" Dan shouts at my punching me in the stomach.

"f-fi-fine" I cough. The Bell rings and I duck under Dans arms and run towards my class.

After my first few classes finish I go to the lunch room. Luckily the lunch room is very crowded. Good luck finding me here Dan I think to myself picking up a sandwich and some juice. I sit down at a table with no one on and eat. After I finish my lunch I go to the bin to put my sandwich packaging away.

I was just about to leave the bin when someone tapped on my shoulder. Please don't be Dan, Please don't be Dan I say in my head. Unfortunately saying things in your head doesn't make them happen. When I turn around sure enough Dan is there smirking like an idiot.

" Hey Phil you ready for a game?" He asks. I keep silent. " Great!" he says and punches my square in the jaw. Then in the forehead and in the eye. My head hurts like hell. I try to duck away from Dan but he grabs my arm and squeezes it tightly. His grip on my arm tightens and he twists it around my back. He laughs his dark and mocking laugh.

" I win again!" Dan smiles. He kicks my back and let's go of my arm. I get up and look at him. Tears threaten to spill.  I wish I could fight back or even have something smart to say at him. " What's the matter Phil? Got something to say? Is the little twat going to cry?" Dan laughs at me and struts off to friends.