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Dork

After the school shooting, Phil was a little scared. We had gone over to each others houses every day. Me making sure Phil is okay and Phil making sure I am okay. I started giggling. I'm in class. Fuck. Everyone looked at me. Phil did but he laughed at me. I looked at him. He smiled at me. I went back to reading the manga I brought to school. Its Phil's. It has his scent. I looked at the cover. Attack on Titan. One of Phil's favorites. I smiled to myself. I still had a couple of weird stares. Phil passed me a note. It read:

That was cute.

I blushed at what he had written. I really want to talk to him. Not write notes in class. Phil dropped his pencil. It made a really loud as it hit the floor. Phil looked up. His face seemed to say fuck as the teacher stared at him.

"Phillip! Pick up that pencil! How dare you disturb your own classmates!!" She yelled, spitting a little on the kids in front of her. I stood up. What am I doing?

"Hey! You leave him alone! He dropped his pencil. So what?! He didn't disturb the class! How can you yell at him when you go around dropping all your stuff on your desk?!" I yelled. She looked at me like she was hurt. What a bitch. "And don't act like you're hurt because you torture all these students! I happen to know these people and I won't stand around and let you yell at them! Especially not Phil!!!" I said the last sentence a little louder.

Everyone gasped. Phil was smiling. He got up from picking up his pencil.

"And don't start with Dan. We have somewhere to be going." He said. I just smiled. We walked out hand in hand. I've never been so happy.