Game Over || Phan AU

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Warning; swearing

Phil was walking to his locker. He sighed as he neared its location. Finding the correct number, 113, he set his back pack down on the ground and slowly unlocked it. 10, 19, 0, 9.
Once Phil heard the reassuring click of the locker opening, he unzipped his bag and began unpacking his things. As soon as Phil put his biology book into storage, he felt his back being pushed into the locker beside him.
Startled, he slowly raised his blue eyes, only to meet harsh brown ones. "D-D-Dan..?" Phil stuttered, squinting into the eyes of the person opposite, since his glasses had fallen off.
Dan had placed his arm horizontally across Phil's chest, pushing him into the locker doors. His arm rose each time Phil took a shaky breath. "What do you think you're doing?" Dan whisper-yelled into Phil's ear. He pushed his arm harder into the boys chest.
"W-what??" Phil tried pulling away, but failed to escape Dan's tough grip.
"I said," Dan wrapped Phil's collar around his own hands. "What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing?" He pulled Lester away from the lockers and let him fall to the ground.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about.." Phil pulled himself farther away from Dan.
Dan cautiously looked around, and bent over to grip Phil's wrist. He pulled him into the boys bathroom. It was empty.
"Fucking hell!" He scoffed. "You can't fucking text me! What did you think would happen if someone saw that!? 'Do you wanna hang out?' No! Stay away from me Phil! You should have listened last time. I DONT WANT TO TALK TO YOU." Dan let go of Phil's wrists and left him alone in the bathroom, slamming the door as he left.
"I-I'm sorry." Phil whimpered. "I'm sorry!" He called out louder, rubbing the top of his head which had hit the locker doors earlier. "I'm sorry..." He whined, quietly this time, allowing a single tear to escape from his eyes.
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(A/N)
meh
Idek man.
(This chapter is not proof read )