Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Two

I'm back!

And MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

Sorry about the cliffhanger, won't happen again...

It pains me to write Dan like this, all mean and rude, HES SO NICE IRL

It also hurts to write about them getting hurt. I LOVE THEM BOTH AND MAKING THEM GO THROUGH THIS IS JUST EXCRUSIATING!

Phil's POV

"I'm sorry." Dan whispered, soft enough that only I could hear.

I cast a glance of hatred at him before his fist connected with my jaw.

I crumpled bock against the locker, slumping to the floor once again. The throbbing pain in my jaw was unbearable. The jeers of the small crowd echoed through my head, giving me a headache.

The kid I believed to be Anthony cheered and yelled. "Kick him!"

I curled in on myself, bracing for the blow. I waited and waited, but it didn't come.

I then noticed that the crowed seemed to be quieting down until only two voices could be heard: Dan and Anthony's

"I said kick him!" Anthony spat out the command again.

"I said no!" I was shocked to hear Dan's voice, loud and confident

"Excuse me?" The chav's ringleader seemed appalled at the thought that someone could ever rebel against him.

"We- we don't even have a legit reason to beat him up!" I could see the nervousness laced into Dan's expression.

He let out a gasp as Anthony grabbed his shirtfront and pinned him against the locker, or I at least assume that's what happened, I didn't have the best view of the scene, seeing as I was still on the ground.

"What the hell has gotten into you Dan?!" Anthony's tone suggested he currently thought Dan was making as much sense as an old drunk.

"He's just another loser you are better than! He's no better than Terry or Chris!"

Dan's face looked calm, but I could see the fear in his eyes; the same fear I saw in my eyes every morning when I looked in the mirror.

"You know what? I think you're just a bloody faggot like Lester!" The group behind him rippled with murmurs of agreement.

"I'm straight, I'm not-" He was cut off halfway through his sentence.

"Are you really?" Anthony questioned, clearly enjoying his power. Dan nodded franticly in answer to the larger boy's question. I managed to scoot away so I was sitting up, and could clearly see what was happening; I saw that Dan was indeed pressed up against the locker, Anthony gripping his collar firmly.

"Then prove you aren't queer like him and beat him up!" Anthony swung Dan over towards me, where he stumbled slightly before standing up straight, towering over me.

I stared up at him, a blank look on my face, I didn't know what to expect. I could tell he didn't really want to hurt me, but it seemed like he didn't want to hurt his reputation even more. Dan looked at Anthony, who had a smug smile on his face. The blonde boy gave a slow nod; Dan turned around towards me took a quick glance at my cowering form, and kicked me in the stomach. Hard.

I groaned and curled in on myself as I felt a hand grab me by my arm and pull me up, shoving me into a wall. I looked up, meeting his eyes, which were watering slightly.

"Don't tell me you're the one on the verge of crying." I hissed, feeling the trail of already tears running down my face. Dan looked shocked as he glanced down at his hand, which was firmly gripping my arm now, and loosened his grip. He stepped back and turned around, shoving people to the side. I watched as he sprinted away from the group, oblivious to the ringing bell, signaling first period. I slid down the wall, letting out a shaky breath I didn't know I had been holding in as the crowed slowly cleared out; everyone heading to class. Anthony and his friends walked past me, giving me a few more kicks and muttering things like "Emo" or "Faggot" After the hall had cleared, everyone clearly too unconcerned to help the bleeding new kid on the floor I slowly pulled myself up, wincing in pain with every movement. I'm not sure how, but I managed to pick myself up and make my way to the bathroom.