Locker 42 >> Phan

Chapter 2

8:02 a.m.

After pages of note taking, the bell rings, causing me to quickly stand up and slip out of the class. I go to my locker and open it.

"Your locker is right next to mine."

There stood Dan. His smile making me feel a certain type of way. "Y-Yeah, it is." I say nervously, offering a smile back.
"So what class do you have next?" Dan asks, shoving things into his locker.
"Math, with Mr. Oli."

Dan whistles, a small chuckle coming out of his mouth. "Watch out, Phil, he's strict." He says, nudging me. I smile a bit. "That's okay, I usually turn in all my work so I dont have anymore pressure than I do."

Shut up, Phil! You barely know the guy and you're already telling him everything?

Dan looks at me, a bit confused. "I mean, uh, not anything bad but." My voice trails off and the tension becomes thick. The bell rings and Dan gives me a grin. Out of pity, I suppose. "Well, talk to you later, Phil!"

Then there I am. Standing alone. "Talk to you later, Phil."  Which I will say, is a lie. A knot in my stomach builds up and my chest feels heavy. I'm guessing Sam forgot about me too. That's okay though.

I'm used to it.

I wander around, in search of my class. Suddenly a body slams into mine, papers fly everywhere. "I'm so sorry!" The voice squeaks.

"Samantha?"

She looks up. "Oh, hey Phil. Sorry for that rush, I barely got out of class and then I remembered you."

Right, more like, barely remembered me. Nobody remembers me. Just that other person out of the millions of people of this planet. I'd immediately be replaced. Again, that's okay.

I'm really used to it.

"Next class?" She asks, adjusting her books in her arm. "Math." I simply answer, hoping she wouldn't ask any other questions. But I stand corrected. "Which instructor?"

"Mr. Oli." I reply, feeling my chest tighten, with sudden anxiety. I suddenly feel a wave of numbness wash over me and my insecurities take over me with a pinch of shame. My breathing began to quicken and my legs were weak.

"Phil? Phil!"

I didn't notice I was beginning to cry until I was snapped out of my thoughts. "Are you okay?" Sam asked, with a flash of worry in her eyes. Unless it was sympathy and she didn't want to come off rude. I swallow hard, a lump in my throat forming. I tried to answer with, "I'm fine." But I couldn't. So I nod, assuring her.

She sighs and offers a smile. "Here, I'll walk you to class. No better yet," She hops in front of me, causing me to flinch. "I'll show you around the school! The auditorium, the halls, your extra curricular class, the cafe, the office, the gym, the courts, the counselor..."

I began to drift into my thoughts again, as she was still rambling and walking slowly with me. Of course, I'd nod occasionally, but I certainly wasn't paying any attention. What she was doing was a nice gesture, and she seems like a sweet girl, so maybe drifting away would seem a bit rude. But, my mind goes against me.

You over think things too much, Phil. That's why nobody stays with you.

Of course you'd fall for their twisted words, we're only trying to protect you.

Look them in the eye, now tell me if they really care about you.

I shake my head. Attempting to push away those thoughts.
"And next, I think we'll be going to the extra curricular classes, what did you choose?" Sam questions, nudging me a bit. Just in time, I was listening, finally.
"Media arts, as my last class of the day."

"Oh lucky. You have that class along with Dan." She says, obviously head over heels for him. I tug on my sleeves so they flow past my palms to the tips of my fingers. I squirm a bit, and I'll admit, I felt a pang of jealously hit my chest. I barely even knew him, but I gotta say, he's hella fine.

"Yeah, I had him in my other class I just went to as well." I blurt out, causing her to giggle. "He's really dreamy." Samantha let's out, sighing and she glues a smile to her face.  "I know." I wanted to say, but I held it in. Instead I chuckle. "Dreamy you say? I can think of three more dreamy guys." I challenge, lying to myself.

Dan Howell, Dan Howell, Dan Howell, those are my  top three traits I will ever find in someone.

"Oh really?" A smirk tugs at her face. "Name them."

"Uh, well, you got, Harry Styles." I say, lifting a finger up. She nods and laughs. "Okay, now that's true."

"As well as-"

"Phil Lester, I think Harry Styles counts as more than a dozen people. You've named enough." Samantha insists, pushing my hand down. I nod in agreement. "I believe so."

"I mean come on, Harry Styles isn't that attractive guys!"

We both turn around to catch the eyes of Dan. He smirks and walks next to us. I shrug. "I mean, I think he is." I remark to his comment. "Phillip, I dont appreciate you not acknowledging my beauty." Dan teases, pretending to flip is hair.

I roll my eyes as a grin forms across my face. "Oh please, I think you've got enough people, including yourself, to tell you that you're beautiful."

"So I'm beautiful now, Lester?"

"Oh, always sir Dan." I say, bowing to his feet.

"I'll keep that in mind." Dan shoots me a wink, and brushes his hand against mine before walking off.

The things this boy can already do, now I just need to know his plans for me in the future.

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Hallo! ok so yes, obviously they both have feelings for each other but they only know themselves. Of course there are probably some grammer errors, lastly, why not mention the beauty of Harry Styles?