Scarves Made Of Silk [phan highschool au]

Oi

Dan-
It's been going on for a week now, I have been getting beat up. I've only ever bleed or bruised in places that you can't see. Somehow the teachers haven't spotted it and Peej and Chris have been warned not to tell anyone. The last thing I want is to drag them into this.

I'm currently on the ground in pain. All Victors friends are taking turns on hitting or kicking me, It keeps on going until I hear a stern yell.

"Get. Off. Him. Now."

"Come on mate we're just having a little fun." Victor laughs, kicking my stomach.

"Get the FUCK off him." A couple gasps come from around the room.

The sound of footsteps scraping on the ground at a rapid speed rings in my ears. I open my eyes to see the stunning black haired boy I met a week ago picking me up.

"Does that hurt?" He asks soothingly.

"N-n-not anymore than it already does."

"Okay would you mind me taking you to my place? Schools over?"

"Um.. Why?"

"I know someone that can patch you up."

"Oh alright. My parents won't really mind."

"Alright let's go."

Instead of helping me walk like Chris and Peej do, he picks me up bridle style and walks me to his car. He places me in the passengers seat and drives.

"I'm getting blood on your nice car." I say as I look around at the leather interior.

"Oh it's fine, love."

"Did you just call me love?" I laugh.

"I call everyone love."

"Isn't that a little gay?"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Of course not!"

"I enjoy you," he smiles, but his eyes are still focused on the road.

"Why did they all run when you swore."

"Phil Lester doesn't swear." He nods proudly. "And if I do, I mean business. No one wants to be on my bad side. Ever."

We talk about some other stuff till we arrive at his house. It's massive.

"This- this is a mansion!"

"Yeah, I guess." He says as he opens my door, Unbuckles my seatbelt and scoops me up.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask.

"What?"

"Being so nice to me?"

"Can't I be nice to someone?"

"Yeah, but my friend Peej was shocked that you even talked to me."

"Now Daniel, you shouldn't always listen to everything that people tell you."

"How did you know my names Daniel?"

"Kendall told me."

"Peej said your names Lester."

"Philip Michael Lester. Yes."

"That's a nice name."

"Oh don't say that, it's so... Average."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean everyone says that. But then I guess everyone says everything. Hi, how are you, what's your name, good, that's a nice name. It's all the same really."

"Oh"

He lays me down in a chair.

"I will be right back." He announces as he leaves the room.

It's quite a nice house, big and well furnished. Sculptures lining the platforms and paints covering the walls. He comes back with a white cloth.

"How many cuts are there, and are there any blemishes?" He asks, making me giggle.

"What's so funny?" He laughs back.

"You just sound so funny!"

"Apologies, it's out if habit."

"You did it again!"

"Fine then mate, just show meh' ya' cuts'"

"Better." I giggle as I pull off my shirt to relive 5 cuts along my stomach.

"How?"

"The lockers are sharp." I sigh.

He lets out a snarl.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"Huh?" I shake my head in a way of saying 'nevermind' as he presses the cloth on one of my cuts.

It does sting.

"Ah." I wince.

"You alright?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me about yourself."

"There's not that much to tell." I shake my head.

"There has to be!"

"There's really not."

"Fine, you recently moved here, where did you move here from?"

"Manchester."

"Why?" He asks as he moves onto the next cut.

I let out a sigh.

"I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, at my old school all my friends moved away, because of family reasons or they just didn't like the school, to be honest I don't know a hundred percent. Then I got bullied to the point where we had to move away."

"Why did Victor decide to bully you so fast? He normally takes a while to pick about his victims."

"He's an old bully. Wait he does this to other people?"

"Yeah. And see, you are interesting."

"Why don't you stop him?!" I ask as I shoot up.

"Hey, hey, hey, shhhh lay back down." He soothes as he pushes my chest down, "I just don't really see it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well when he does it he makes sure I'm not around."

"So would you stop it?"

"Yes but I wouldn't become over protective or anything. For some reason I feel like I need to save you though."

"Oh. Why did he stop?"

"Because of what I can do."

"How will being rich and famous or whatever help?"

"Oh it doesn't. I can just beat someone up."

"Oh."

"When does he bully you?"

"Pardon?"

"When does he bully you."

"Before and after school, also at lunch at recess."

"So basically when you're venerable?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Do you walk to school?"

"Yeah."

"Would you like me to drive you?"

"I guess. Wait, Why I'm I trusting you?"

"I don't know you ask yourself." He says as he passes my shirt back, having finished cleaning up the cuts.

"Shouldn't you have some logical answer?"

"Daniel logic can't answer everything. Come on let's get you home."