Things aren't always what they seem

Chapter Seven

Phil's POV

I kissed Dan.

I kissed Dan...

At first i thought it was a win but, then i realized i did it without his consent. I quickly pulled away and look at him. "I-i'm so sorry..." i mutter to him. His face was a bright red and his eyes were widened. "P-phil..." Dan says softly. I feel my face burning with embarrassment and shame. My chest becomes tense as the silence grew.

"i think i should go..." Dan says looking away and stuffing his stuff into his backpack. I say nothing and i look down. I close my eyes tightly trying to hold back my tears. I'm such an idiot. Dan left my room and closed the door behind him. When i was positive that he wasn't in my house, i got up and flopped down on my bed.

Tears rushed down my face and my head was pounding. My stomach hurt and the only thoughts i had were negative. Nothing positive. I dug my nails in my skin hoping i'd stop crying. I couldn't show up to school tomorrow. I had to act sick...i don't even feel like skipping.

When i finally stopped crying i laid down and stared off at my room. I tried not to cry again, it was difficult. But only a few tears escaped me. I closed my eyes hoping i'd go to sleep. My head was still pounding and it made my whole body ache. I think i am getting sick.

I slowly got up and looked at the time. 3am...time goes by fast. I slowly left my bedroom and walked to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. There were the painkillers. I opened the bottle and took 2 pills out of the bottle. I put them in my mouth and swallowed the pills. I left the bathroom and walked back to my room.

I laid back down and closed my eyes; i slowly drifted off to sleep.

My alarm woke me up and i turned it off. I didn't get up. I didn't want to go to school. I remember yesterday perfectly. I covered myself in the bed sheets. After a while my dad knocked on the door. "Phil...?" He asks. "mmm...." I respond. He opens the door and looks at me. "get up you have to go to school" He tells me. "i don't feel good..." I mumble taking the bed sheets off myself and look up at him.

"you look unwell...do you have a fever?" He asks. I shrug. "i guess you can stay home..." My dad sighs and leaves my room. I smile softly to myself and stay laying down. I closed my eyes again and drifted off to sleep again.