Unknown Number

Chapter 7

"M" and I continued to talk, and I was loving every second of it. But, of course, life couldn't just let me be happy.

RING!

Finally! I can go home, maybe take a nap and-

Boom.

All I felt was metal on my back and a pounding in my head from the force. My eyes had closed on their own, and I willed them back open.

I was inches away from a pale boy with black hair and blue eyes.

He held me up high enough that my feet didn't reach the ground, but I kicked them a little anyway.

"Um...h-hi?" I croaked.

"You think you can just steal my mate's girlfriend and get away with it?" His face didn't change from a blank stare.

"Are you Phil Lester?"

"What's it to ya?"

"Just wondering."

I was surprised when he let me go. I dropped down a couple inches from where he held me, but when I looked back at him we were the same height. I opened my mouth to say something, but then forgot it when I looked at his eyes.

They were blue.

Not just any blue, either. This was a special shade of blue. It was like mixing the day and night together, with a hint of seawater. They were beautiful.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Huh?" I hadn't realized he'd been talking.

"I said, you have 10 seconds to give me a reason to let you go."

Shit.

"Well, for starters, I'm not trying to steal Cat away from Kevin. And, also, didn't Kevin take care of this issue a few days ago?"

"Just cause you think he took care of it doesn't mean I do."

"Well, you still don't have a reason to beat me to a pulp. Not a justifiable one, at least."

He stayed silent for a few minutes, then whispered something.

"Do you hate me now?"

I looked at him, puzzled. "Pardon?"

"Do you hate me?"

"That's not what you said."

"Then why did you ask me to repeat it?"

I looked at him. Really looked. He didn't have his arms crossed like normal kids would in a confrontation. He was standing there, almost guiltily, with one hand at his side and the other around his back, gripping his jacket sleeve. His head hung down, staring at his shoes. He didn't look like he wanted to beat me up at all.

"You don't want to do this, do you?"

He looked up, confused.

"Beat me up. You don't want to, do you?"

He hesitated, then slowly shook his head.

I grabbed his shoulder and he stared at me, wondering what I was doing.

"To answer your question, no. I don't hate you now. And I didn't hate you before, either."

Then he did something that I would have never expected.

He kissed me.

It wasn't just a peck, either. His hands held the sides of my face. I didn't move for a few seconds, completely taken aback. But it didn't take me long to kiss back. Phil was a really good kisser.

I felt something wet against my cheek and pulled away. When I opened my eyes, I saw tear tracks on Phil's face.

"Phil, what's wrong?"

He sniffled, then spoke.

"I...I should go."

And that's what he did.