Fight For Love (Dan and Phil Fanfic)

Chapter 8

(Dan's POV)

"Bye Phil." I said with a smile while backing away from the boy. He smiled too and I noticed his tongue poke out from between his teeth as his eyes scrunched up. 'Cute.' I stopped smiling at that thought. What? Cute?

I shook my head to get rid of that girly thought and turned around to head up the stairs to my fourth period class. Before I reached the door with the poster a hand took hold of my shoulder and spun me around. I gasped from surprise only to face an angry looking Charlie. 

"What the fuck are you still doing talking to that little faggot?" He asked. There was a fire in his eyes. That word. That fucking word. I grabbed Charlie's shirt with both of my fists and slammed him against the wall. He yelled out then looked at me with even more anger. But my face probably showed that same amount of anger.

"Don't you EVER use that word ever again. You hear me Charlie? Ever."

"Or what Dan?" He spat. "What are you gonna do to me? You don't want to get in trouble for getting into a fight on your second day do you?" He smirked.

I growled and pulled him back a little before slamming him against the wall again with the same amount of force as the first time. He yelled out in pain as his head hit the wall along with his body. I let go of his shirt and backed away. "Stay the fuck away from either of us." I said to him in a deep and dominant voice before turning and walking away, my anger still on full blast. I opened the door to the right room and walked in despite everything in my body telling me to go over and beat the shit out of him for how disrespectful and rude he is to Phil. 'Why does he care so much?'

I sat down at my desk and tried not to look like I wanted to murder somebody. 'Why am I so defensive of Phil?' 'Maybe it's the fact that I'm his only friend and the only one that can and will defend him in this school full of horrible people.'

(Phil's POV)

This is a pretty big school with a lot of students. And a lunchroom is only so big. So our lunches are split up into three separate times with a certain amount of students each time. A Lunch, B Lunch, and C Lunch. I have A Lunch, that's right after 3rd period. But Dan, unfortunately, has C Lunch. So we eat lunch at different times obviously. Which means in the half hour I have to eat my lunch I sit alone, on the lunchroom floor against the wall. I used to hate it, because it gives me time to think. And for someone like me, being alone with your troubled mind is torture. But today I don't mind it so much, because now I can think about him. Dan. The boy who went out of his way to tell me he didn't hate me for who I am. Why? Is the question I keep asking myself. Why doesn't he hate me? Why does he care? We met not even 48 hours ago. But then I realized that I don't really care. He's my friend. My first one in a long time and I really shouldn't do anything to jeopardize that.

The I started thinking  about his looks. Ever since I first saw him it was no secret he was one of the most attractive guys I have ever laid my eyes upon. Yes, Charlie is very cute as well but he's a jerk. And Dan is so sweet. So that automatically makes him more attractive in my book. But then I remembered something Dan had said in his little speech to me earlier. 'I don't think of you any differently just because you like a different gender...' He had said. I closed my eyes and let my chest hurt a little bit. He's straight. Of course he is. No I wasn't getting my hopes up but that means he's going to find a girlfriend soon and then leave me for her. I'm surprised he hasn't left me yet.

'It's okay Phil.' I thought, 'Just keep your feelings and thoughts to yourself. And you and Dan will never have a problem.' I nodded slightly to myself. Keeping my feelings to myself. Okay, I can do that.

But as I saw Dan's dimple filled smile as he walked towards me before last period I knew it was going to be harder than I thought.

...

My hands shook slightly as I folded the piece of paper to pass to Dan. 

hey dan, wanna come to mine after school?

He read it and immediately scribbled down an answer. He passed it back to me and I paused, afraid to open it. 'What if he says no?' I noticed Dan staring at me so I quickly opened it.

i wish i could, but im grounded. 

I frowned at that. 'Okay, so it's a no. But is he telling the truth or is he just making up an excuse? He said he wishes he could. That's a good thing right? But what did he get grounded for?' I was just staring at the paper while having a mental debate, I must have been taking too long though because Dan leaned over and grabbed the paper from my hands. I jumped from surprise and he chuckled lightly at me. He wrote something down under his previous writing and threw the paper at my face. But by the smile on his face I could tell he was just playing with me. I leaned down and picked the paper up from the floor.

i got grounded because when you made me go to charlies stupid party he made me drink alcohol. and when i got home my mom smelled it on my breath.

Oh yeah. He told me last night when we were Skyping. But then another thought occurred to me. This is my fault. I looked at him with wide eyes. I mouthed the words "I'm sorry." towards him. He shook his head and leaned towards me. 

"No Phil, don't be. It wasn't your fault. I'll still come over to your house later, I'll find a way I promise." He whispered with a smile.

"Daniel, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Mr. McDowell said at the front of the classroom. Dan leaned back into his seat while I just sat there frozen refusing to look at the teacher in the eyes.

"No sir, it won't happen again." Dan replied with ease. I looked at him with surprise. How is he so smooth with getting in trouble? It made him more attractive in a weird way. 

...

After class, Dan and I were walking to his locker together. It's become a routine that we go to his locker, then my locker, then we go out front and say our goodbyes before I walk to my bus while Dan stays and waits for his mom to pick him up. 

I watched Dan smile his gorgeous smile and I felt my heart bubble by how cute he is to me. "I'll see you later yeah?" he asked while backing away towards his mom's car. 

"Yeah," I breathed with only a smile on my face, my heart pounding from the thought of him wanting to hang out with me outside of school.

As I walked to my bus I couldn't help but smile and hide my grin under my hood bashfully. I can't wait to see him again.