There is this boy named Phil. Our parents set us up in 8th grade, and we've been dating for a year now. He's nice and all, but I only really think of him as a friend. I just don't want to let him down, you know? I usually hang out with him and his best friend, Dan, since I don't really fit in with that "girly" crew and the other boys are jealous of Phil, so they mostly stay away from us. "Hey, Ash" Phil said from the bus stop. "Oh hey" I muttered, looking down. "Have you seen Dan?" Phil questioned. "Nope" I denied, climbing up the steps and taking my seat next to Phil. Looking around, I spotted Dan a couple rows back. He must have seen me too, because he smiled and waved. I flashed a smile back, then turned my attention to my phone. When the bus pulled up, Phil disappeared, probably to hang out with his idiot friends. Then, the click-clacking of high heels made me freeze. Pulling down my hoodie sleeve, I rolled my eyes at Kimberly. "Everyone already knows, there's no need to hide it" she snapped, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling up my sleeve. I cringed as her nails dug into my already cut skin. Suddenly another familiar voice appeared and a hand pried my wrist out of Kimberly's grip. Tears rolled down my face, and I looked up to see Dan. "Are you okay?" He asked, a trusting look on his face. "Yeah" I lied, running off to an empty corner of the school. Pulling a razor out of my backpack, I readied it alongside my wrist, ready to slice, when a voice calls out "Stop!" And strong arms wrap around me and grasp the razor from my hand. "Let go of me" I demanded, kicking and struggling. It definitely wasn't Phil. I was freed after 5 minutes of kicking and yelling, and turned to see Dan with a worried look on his face. I glanced at my razor, tightly in his fist. "Don't even think about it" he sighed. "Why do you even CARE?!" I snapped angrily. Dan's face turned red, and eventually he answered "It doesn't matter". I grabbed my backpack and walked away angrily. Right when I stepped into the school, Phil gave me a huge hug. "What the-" I started. "Dan told me what happened" he said quickly, checking my wrists. Then hugging me again. I turned to walk away, and then I realized-Phil isn't who I'm meant to be with....its-
