Chapter 2: Homo-Howell

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School had been tough, really tough, especially for me. I was bullied, beat up, and worst of all, the names. The names they would call me. Things like ugly, worthless, stupid, fat, and the worst of all, the one I was called most; Homo-Howell. Everyone on the football team knew it and the entire school. One time I was dragged to a locker room and it was the worst experience of my life.
Dan's flashback:
"Leave me alone!" I cried. "Shut up Howell!" Miles said pulling my scrawny body into the boys locker room. "Put me down!" I yelled. "What did I tell you Gaylord! Shut you fat face up!" He threw me into a locker and I bit my lip so hard my teeth went through and I tasted blood. "Hey Homo-Howell!" He yelled punching me repeatedly in the gut. "Seen any hot guys lately!? Since, you know, you like boys!" She hit me in my eye and I cringed at the sudden bolt of pain. My 'Fall Out Boy' t-shirt was now stained and I was sweating. "Homo-Howell, Homo-Howell, Homo-Howell!" They chanted behind Miles as fist, after fist hit me. Suddenly though a boy, a brown-ish Orange-ish haired boy with blue eyes, spoke up. "Leave him alone!" He said in a thick northern accent. Miles turned to look. "Oh, are you a homo too!?" He asked. "Leave him alone!" The boy repeated. "Fine!" Miles said throwing me carelessly onto the ground. "But not because I'm weak, oh no, because I feel like it!" He then walked off and everyone followed, everyone except the boy. He ran over to me lying on the floor. "Are you okay?" He asked helping me up. "Yeah, I'm okay. I guess." "I'm Phil by the way." The boy said putting out his hand. "Dan." I said smiling, and at that moment I knew I was in love. In love with Phil, Phil Lester.

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