The New Boy •[Phan]•

Who are you?

Dan's POV

I woke up to my screaming alarm clock.
"Great. Another day in this hell hole, which is known as school." I was sick and tired of it. Every day was the same. Someone would either use me as a punching bag or shout nasty things to me like 'die emo scum.'

But I still had good grades and a loving family. They don't know much about my time at school. I'd never tell any adult. I couldn't. And I won't.

The pain that I had inflicted on myself last night was too much to bare as it left a scaring blur in my mind. All the pills. All the razor blades from the razor. The blood. The pain. 'It won't get better! It never does!' I always thought to myself.

I had chosen one of my MCR t-shirts that I hadn't worn yet. I was taking a wild step. And a pair of black skinny jeans. I did my hair as I usually would and made sure I'd covered most of the cuts. They screamed at me with pain and only myself was to blame. I grabbed my bag and decided to skip breakfast as I hadn't eaten for about 3 days. All food tasted the same to me, guilt.

I walked out the door and started my journey. I put in my headphones and played Fall Out Boy as loud as I could. As I was walking I bumped into this quite tall, blue-eyed, black-haired boy as I was turning the corner. I made him drop his books but I carried on walking.
"Sorry." He shouted from behind. Who was he? He must be new, I figured.

I was just about to enter school when some dickhead pushed me out the way.
"Watch where you're going next time dork!" He shouted. As I rebalanced myself, I saw the blue-eyed boy once again. Who was he? Either way he looked cute.

I strolled slowly to my locker and chose books for today. Yet again another guy barged past me. It was Bradley the school bully, my bully. "Aww look at little Danny getting his books for today. What emo band is 'My Chemical Romance' then? A gay one. Cause that's all you listen to isn't it? Faggot!" He said to his gang.

I was used to listening to his shit so I used to not say anything. He threw a hard punch at my face, which made me land on the floor. His 'gang' started beating the crap out of me with punches and kicks.

This was what I feared the least. Just being beaten to death. It would be a much happier place with me gone. After they left I felt cold. Was this it? Finally! People have always wanted me dead. But then I felt warmth flood through my veins once again 'I'm still alive' I thought. But then I noticed it was the blue-eyed boy helping me up. I saw Bradley passed out on the floor. What did he do?
"Don't worry it's going to be okay" I heard him say. Was it though?

Phil's POV

I saw the boy from before lying there on the ground being kicked around looking helpless. I had to help him.
"Stop!" I shouted to them. The person who was beating the boy up came up to me.

"What did you say Fag?" He sniggered as he punched me in the jaw. I punched him back leaving him collapsed on the floor. I grabbed the brown-haired boy by the waist and carried him to the nurses office.
"Please be okay." I whispered to myself.

I took a moment to see the bandages wrapped round his wrists. I unravelled one to see the damage. What I saw left me feeling cold. Was he always being thrown around? I wrapped it up again and continued walking to find the nurses office.

~Nurses Office~

Dan's POV

I woke up on a bed with a warm hand holding mine. It was the blue-eyed boy. It looked like he had been crying and he had a big cut on his lip. A thought popped in my head 'Bradley.' Wait. Hold on a minute. He's holding my hand. He's holding my hand. He's holding my frickin' hand! Was he gay too? Surely not! But maybe!

As I rose up slowly, he shifted and took his hand back.
"Sorry," he said ashamed.
"No it's okay," I said back. He looked up and smiled at me nervously and I instantly got lost in his eyes. They were three shades all spiraled together. Blue, green and yellow. So beautiful.

He finally looked away as I thought he would be creeped out by my staring. I looked down at the floor nervously.
"So what's your name?" He asked finally breaking the silence. I looked up at him as he held out his hand for me to shake it.

"Dan," I said awkwardly shaking his hand.
"Hi, I'm Phil" he said. Phil. Such a cute name for a cute boy. No Dan you have to stop creeping on this new boy.

"You new here?" I asked.
"Yeah first day. It sure has been a weird one." Phil said.
"I'm sorry for all this by the way." I said whilst my eyes remained once again on the floor.

"No don't worry about it. I'd rather help people then watch them suffer." Phil said whilst smiling at me. He was just a ray of sunshine. Hopefully my ray of sunshine.

We stayed for about a minute just staring into each other's eyes. His eyes enchanted me not one bit of him wasn't perfect.
"Okay boys you're free to go back to class now." The nurse said. I started rising up when I stumbled but Phil instantly caught me. "Thanks," I said. He just looked down at me and smiled.

We both left the nurses office to go to next lesson.
"So you like My Chemical Romance?" He questioned. I covered my t-shirt with my jacket to hide my fears.
"No it's okay I won't hurt you, I like My Chemical Romance too!" He said cheerfully.
"Really? Most people call me names for liking it. They call it an 'emo fag band."

I started to cry of how many times I had actually been called a fag.
"I hate that word" Phil stopped walking and looked disgusted. "What word?" I asked curiously. "Fag, it's just horrible, especially towards gay people." He said and began walking again.

I paused and grabbed his hand to stop him from taking a step further.
"Can I tell you something Phil?" I said. He stopped looked up at me. "Yeah?" I froze. I couldn't tell him. Not now anyway. But I destroyed the suspense. I sighed and blurted out.
"Do you like Death Note?" Phil looked a little sad but changed his emotions quickly.
"Yeah!" He replied and we talked about Death Note until we got to the next class.

I walked in with Phil and then I saw Bradley at the corner of my eye smiling.
"Oh look it's the emo fag with his first boyfriend." Bradley said. I stayed quiet and I sat down at my desk. I put my head in my hands and silently sobbed.

"Excuse me?" Phil said.
"You heard me." Bradley said back but with more anger. Please Phil, don't get involved in my problems. I don't want them to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you.

"I'll make your other eye black if you don't shut up!" Phil said. No please no. I grabbed his hand to try and make him sit down but he rejected and punched Bradley in the eye. He passed out as the teacher came into the classroom.

"What's going on in here?" The teacher asked. And everyone pointed at Phil. He looked helpless. I just wanted to give him a hug to reassure him.
"Principles office, NOW!" She shouted. Phil did so and walked out the classroom.

When she'd finished calling everyone's name, I got up when she wasn't looking and went to find Phil.

I wandered round the halls until I caught the sight of him. I saw him in the corner crying. I ran up to him and comforted him with a big hug.
"I'm so sorry Phil, I didn't think that you would do anything." I said with a whisper. He wiped the tears that remained in his eyes and put his back against the wall.
"I don't know what came over me! I just couldn't bare him calling you that!" He said. I hugged him once more and he hugged back. I kissed his cheek and his eyes went wide. "Sorry, I just really appreciate what you've just done for me. Hardly anyone does that for me." I said. He took my hands and kissed them. He smiled at me once more.

"I'd best get to the principals office." He said whilst his face changed to sad. I grabbed his hand and pulled him close once again. "Or we could skip the rest of school and go back to my place." I said. "Can we?" He said surprised. "Are you sure it's okay with your mum and dad?" He asked.

"They won't be home so it'll just be us two." I said in response.
"But won't that be against the rules?" He said. "Well yeah but I'll just say to my parents that I twisted my ankle in P.E or something." I said taking his hands and directing him to the escape exit.

"But won't the teachers notice though?" Phil said.
"Stop worrying Phil." I said.
"But what about me?" He asked. "I'll just say I couldn't walk home so you helped me." I said.
"Okay," he said grabbing my hand and running out of school with me.