Dan
The next day at school went a little bit very terrible. First of all, I fell over and smashed into 3 people, then I dropped my books everywhere, Ella has already call me fat, Max has shoved me into a wall. It was when I walked into an open locker brandon decided that he should stay near me.
"I'm sorry Dan but you seem so nervous, like you know something going to happen, unless you can tell me so that I can sort it out I'm staying near you." He explains.
I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and chew on it anxiously, "No, I'm fine, just a bit anxious haha." I lie.
"You told Phil that everything at school is fine, right?"
"um.. yes?" I mumble.
"Alright, so you know if I find out that it's not you know I have to call him, right?"
I gulp, "Yeah yeah" I reply nervously.
All would be good if I didn't tell him that everything's fine and since it's not, that would be considered lying, lying is against the rules.
"I'm in so much trouble." I mutter under my breath hopping that he didn't hear me.
"When you first bell rings you tell me what class you are in, I will walk you there, after class you wait for me, okay?' He explains.
"Yeah yeah." I mutter.
The bell rings and I show him the class I'm in. The class is awfully boring, just an old guy droning on and on about Henry VII and is 6 wives or whatever. You would think you wouldn't need to know more about it then a stupid rhyme "Divorced, Beheaded, Died: Divorced, Beheaded, Survived" but you do. The lunch bell rings and I begin waiting patiently for brandon in the classroom when Ella and Max come up to me. This is the moment I realised I'm fucked.
"Hello little gay boy." Ella picks up my flower crown and throws it across the room. "Opps," she grins.
"Why are you guys so horrible?" I ask backing up into the wall.
Max is about to say something until he's cut off my brandon "Dan where are- HEY!" He yells.
Both ella and max step back from me and look at Brandon. Brandon enters the room at a fast pace, clearly angry, or worried, more like a mixture of both actually.
"Oh hi Brandon, like to help us with this little shit?" Max asks.
"No."
"What? I thought you were the bad boy of the school?" Ella teases.
"Just cause I'm a 'bad boy' doesn't mean I don't enjoy living, and you should too, cause I happen to know that the leader of my gang have quite a temper, especially when it's to do with his baby boy."
Of course he pulled that one. No one really knows who Phil is, expect me and Brandon, but wow do they hear about him. Everyone hears about him, the rumours of the dangerous gang leader who can kill you with a look. Max and Ella look at each other and slowly leave the room and Brandon takes his phone out of his pocket.
"I'm calling Phil." He mutters.
"No!!!!" I whine, similar to a 5 year old.
"How long has this been going on?" He asks, putting the phone to his ear.
"Three months." I mutter sheepishly.
"Hi Phil?" He starts. "Yeah I'm just with Dan right now, yes. No he's been getting bullied. Yes. No. Yes. Yes. I don't know. Hold on," He chats. "He wants to talk to you." He passes me the phone.
"Hello?" I ask into the phone.
"Hello baby, you've been lying haven't you?"
I say nothing.
"Speak." He spits.
"Yes daddy." I breath.
"You told me everything was okay."
"Sorry daddy." I mutter into the phone.
"How mean are they?"
"I mean I can live, they just said some pretty mean things."
"So you would be okay if daddy punishes you for lying?"
"Daddy no!" I whine again.
"Answer me properly."
"I'm mean I would be fine but-"
"I will think about it. Bye baby." He cuts me off.
"Bye."
I hang up and pass the phone back to Brandon, who looks at me and slips it into his pocket. He looks at the ground for a couple seconds, fiddling with his fingers.
"So... how fucked are you?" He asks.
"He's going to kill me when I get home." I laugh half heartedly.
"Well if he does, next gang meeting I will let you sit on my bike, how about that?"
I grin widely at the suggestion and nod my head. Brandon bike is the most beautiful thing on earth. It's black and designed really well. It has little white print along the side in a tribal pattern and the seat is so comfortable.
I stand up and fetch my flower crown from across the room.
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Perks Of Being In A Gang
FanfictionLook m8 this is just some kinky ass shit. Dan has a boyfriend, a punk boyfriend, named Phil. Which would probably be odd since he's a pastel boy. A pastel boy that dresses in cute sweaters and floral crowns, who fell in love with another boy who has...