Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys! So this is the first chaptered fanfic I have ever done!

Please don't read this if you will be triggered by it, if you need clarification on what this story contains, message me :)

Edit: So the plot at the beginning is kinda bad but I'm doing what I can to improve it without changing the story completely yikes

PHIL'S POV

I walked down the hall of my new school, keeping eyes to the ground and my fringe covering most of my face. I had decided that the best way to transfer would be quietly—only if I kept my head down and my mouth shut would I be able to blend in with the rest of the quiet kids and breeze through the next few years of my life with as few problems as possible.

My parents had gotten a messy divorce a little over a year ago, My mum ended up with the house and my dad and I moved from Manchester to London. I wasn't too distressed over the move, it's not like I had a lot of friends in our old community. If anything, this was a chance for me to start over. I could give myself a new reputation, make actual friends, maybe even meet a love interest. I let out a quiet snort of laughter, brushing aside my optimism. I knew very well this school would be just like this last.

I pulled my guide out of my pocket. It contained most of the information I needed for school: class periods, room numbers, my locker code and number, etc. My eyes scanned down the list until they landed on the locker information:

Locker: 211

Combination: 13-7-4

After several minutes of looking, I finally found number 211. It was rather battered and looked as if someone had drawn a dick on it, then someone else scribbled over it in sharpie. I opened the locker and began shoving my books in at random. I froze when I heard a gruff yell behind me.

"Hey, new kid!"

I turned around to see a group of several boys walking towards me. They all carried themselves with a cocky arrogance, their bags slung carelessly over their shoulders and a smug look on their faces.

"Erm... yeah?" I muttered nervously, trying to avoid making eye contact with any of them for too long.

"What's your name?" A boy with blonde hair and cold, grey eyes stepped forward. The remaining three boys stood behind him, muttering the occasional sentence to one another. I managed to hear the word "emo" and "queer" slipped in a few times.

"Phil," I muttered.

The blonde kid nodded, thoughtfully, malice shining in his eyes. "I'm Anthony. So are you like, depressed or something? You're wearing a lot of black."

"Shut up..." I glared, trying to push past him. I felt a hand grab my arm, and I was swung back against the locker.

"I'm not done talking to you, faggot," He sneered, looking down on me.

I glanced down at the tiny rainbow pin on my bag, wishing I hadn't been so careless about keeping it on. "What do you want?"

Anthony stepped forward, crossing his arms. "This school is filthy as it is, we don't need any more queers."

I stared at him in shock. The guys at my former school had been bad, but never this direct. I scanned across the smug faces looming in front of me, stopping at the end of the line. Lurking behind one of the bigger students was a skinny boy around my height. He didn't really seem to fit in with the group--his hair was styled differently and he lacked the confidence his friends stood with. He met my gaze for a second, his eyes softening before he looked away with guilt.