Almost broken(bullied) , A phanfiction

#6: The dreaded Wednesday

PHILS P.O.V

"Is it OK for a friend to come over after school, we need to work on an art project?" I ask my mum just as I was about to leave the house for school.

"Sure!" she replied "Who is he?"

"Dan"

"Ooh you don't talk about your friends often"

***

When I arrive at school, Dan is already at my locker.

"Meet me back here at 3." That's all he says and just walks away.

I let out a sigh of relief. That wasn't as bad as usual, I mean at least he didn't give me a punch or something. When the bell goes off I go to my first lesson. PE.

***

"Um S-sir? I for-g-got my kit." I stutter at Mr Brad, the scariest teacher in the entire school. He's tall and muscly. Bald head with dark eyebrows that always seem cross. His eyes are a dark empty colour and whenever you look into them something tells you that you should be running.

"AGAIN" He screams, "THIS IS THE THIRD TIME IN A ROW LESTER! THIRD TIME! IF YOU FORGET IT NEXT LESSON, I WILL GRAB YOUR COLLAR AND DRAG YOU TO THE HEAD TEACHER! YOU GOT THAT?"

I nod and go sit down at the bench, looking down at the floor embarrassed. Dan sticks his foot out as I walk past and successfully makes me even more embarrassed.

Once PE is over the rest of my day is OK. Maths was boring but at least I sit far away from Dan. Break was actually OK, I managed to avoid Dan by hiding in the toilets. Science was pretty bad. Dan got paired up with me for the practical and long story short I ended up going to the nurse with a burnt hand. Lunch was fine, I managed to eat my sandwiches in peace and then blend in with the crowd. The last to lessons went by to quickly and before I knew it I was standing at my locker at 3.

"Right! Let's go!" Dan appears out of nowhere and makes sure to shove me into the locker when he does.

***

When we get to my house my mum or dad aren't home yet so we go straight to my room.

DANS POV

Wow. His room is messy. It's worse than mine for goodness sake. I watch as he shoves some clothes of a desk and finds two chairs.

"I'll sit on the bed." I say as I shove some books off his bed and sit down cross legged.

Phil sits down at the desk and gets out some equipment.

"Well, the project is to create a piece of art that would sell well at an auction for a cancer charity. So I think today we should just do the brainstorming" Phil mutters.

"Oi! I give the orders out here!" I snap,causing him to flinch. "I think we should just brain storm today."

I get out my phone and scroll through my various social medias whilst Phil scribbles down his ideas.

"I'm home!" A person , who I assume is Phils mum, shouts up the stairs. A few minutes later she calls us down for our tea.

"Hello, lovely to meet you! I'm so glad Phil has friends. You see, I'm worried because he comes home crying, covered in bandage, blood or bruises. It's so upsetting. At least he has someone like you " She pats my shoulder and I stay silent.

I feel guilty. His mum must really care and worry about him. And she has no clue that's my fault. I shake it off when the food (Pizza) arrives. Phil nervously picks at his food so it takes him about half an hour to finish. When he's done we continue with what we were doing.

When I leave , Phils mum gives me a massive hug. I almost cried when she did. I haven't been hugged in ages. Phils lucky to have someone like her. But Phil doesn't deserve her that is why I do what I do. Phil says a nervous good bye and I walk to my house (which is actually quite close). To be honest I really didn't want to leave. It's so much more welcoming there. Compared to my hell that is home.