New year, new boy, new love

Chapter 2

So I decided to do Dan's POV as well as Phil's, I think it works better like that.

Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter and I hope you liked it and continue with the story.

Warnings: Language, rape mention but rape doesn't happen in this chapter.

Enjoy!

Dan's POV:

This year had got off to an interesting start. When I found out the classroom I had to go to, I got lost on the way and ended up arriving ten minutes late. My first class was double history, a subject I had never excelled at. Anyway, the teacher was very nice, she didn't tell me off for being late and she introduced me to the class which was somewhat embarrassing. Then she pointed me to the only empty seat in the room. It was next to a super cute boy. He was pale skinned, which contrasted with his thick black hair which had a fringe that almost covered one of his eyes. And his eyes... they were a beautiful mixture of blues and flecks of green. They reminded me of the ocean, something in them was magical. He was blushing bright red and staring at me.

As I walked over, someone said "Look at that faggot, blushing. I bet he wants to fuck the new boy."

This made me blush too. I felt bad for the pale boy, I certainly knew how it felt to be bullied for my sexuality. Then a group of girls started saying stuff about me. I didn't hear what exactly but I heard "queer" and "emo" and "he probably cuts". By the time I sat down I was beetroot red.

The cute boy was looking at me. He told me his name: Phil.

"Hi... Phil," I said nervously. Then I looked at what he was drawing, an amazing cartoon of Pikachu. Phil blushed and I told him what a great drawing it was.

"You like Pokemon?" He asked.

"I love it!" I replied. There were a few moments of silence, before he said: "Hey, don't... don't take any notice of them," he gestured in front of him. "They always say I'm gay and... and you shouldn't listen to them." He said awkwardly.

I sighed, replying "I know how you feel. I was bullied for being gay too. I mean... are you? Gay? I'm sorry, you probably don't want to talk about it. Don't worry I won't hit on you or anything." I said this all in one breath, nervously babbling and digging myself deeper as I went.

Then, to my surprise, he took a deep breath and told me he was gay, but that I couldn't tell anyone because he wasn't out yet. I promised him I wouldn't. I can't believe that he wasn't out but he trusted me enough to tell. I know it's probably just because I asked and I told him I was gay, but fuck it made me feel like a finally had a friend. I was even happier when he asked me to sit with him at lunch, I won't be standing alone like a freak now.

Phil's POV:

As the lesson drew to an end I was wondering if Dan would stay with me at break or if he would rather not. I didn't want to ask in case he felt obliged to stay with me. "What are you doing for break?" I asked casually.

"Oh... I don't know. I don't really know where to go or what to do," he confessed.

"If you like, you can hang out with me and my friends and I'll show you what to do."

Dan looked incredibly relieved. "Oh that would be great!" He exclaimed. Then as an afterthought "But... only if that's okay..."

"Of course it is," I told him.

Just then the bell rang and everyone began to pack their bags. Me and Dan were the last to leave the classroom and when we did there were a group of people waiting outside the door. Of course it was a group of bullies. "Hey Dan!" said Melanie, the bitchiest girl I know.

"You don't want to go with this faggot." Alfie said to Dan. "He'll probably try to feel you up. Come with us instead. Dan went scarlet, and just about managed to say: "N-no thanks. I'm going with Phil." Alfie simply raised his eyebrows and as we walked away I heard them all sniggering.

I led Dan down to the place where I always meet Chris and Louise. They were both already there. We're friends because no one else likes us. We're the ones who are always picked on and bullied. Louise is the fat girl that all the other girls ignore or make fun of. And Chris is just... odd. He has a weird obsession with numbers, he's one of the only kids who attends maths club every Wednesday lunch time. We're all very different, bonding only through mutual unpopularity.

"This is Dan. He's new here," I told them. They both introduced themselves to him. The three of them made polite conversation. "I said he could sit with us at lunch, is that okay?" I asked them, and they told me that it was.

Dan's POV:

Phil introduced me to his friends at break. There was a chubby girl named Louise and a nerdy guy called Chris. I sat with them again at lunch in the cafeteria. I got lost on the way but luckily I saw Louise and she took me there with her. When I saw Phil waiting in line with a tray, a huge smile erupted on my face. When he saw us he smiled back and motioned for us to join him.

When it was our turn to get food I asked Phil what was the best thing to order. He told me: "All the food is gross. I don't know about the meat because I'm vegetarian, but I tend to go for stuff like pasta or salad."

"You're a veggie? That's cool," I said.

"Yeah," he replied awkwardly. "I just don't like eating animals you know?"

I went for Mac and cheese, as did Phil.

Lunch was over way too quickly. I didn't have any more classes with Phil today but he walked me to my maths class so I didn't get lost. On the way there he awkwardly asked me what I was doing after school. When I told him I wasn't doing anything he invited me over to his house. I told him "Sure. I'll text my mum to let her know that's where I'll be."

Phil's POV:

I was so happy when Dan said he would come over after school. All through maths I was excited and anxious, needless to say I could barely concentrate. I really liked Dan, and to my horror I realised that I was getting a crush on him.

I met him outside his classroom after school. It was just a short walk to my house, fifteen minutes at most. On the way home we talked about things we liked. We talked about Pokemon and video games. He said he would like to make films one day, or perform on stage. I told him I would like to be an artist.

Just as we were about to go through the gate to my front garden, Dan tripped on a loose stone in the path and fell to his knees. "Woah, are you okay?" I asked him. Just as he was replying that he was fine, I noticed something hanging from his neck that had come out from under his shirt when he tripped. It was a whistle. A rape whistle? "Dan... why have you got a rape whistle?" I asked, puzzled.

"Shit!" he cried, stuffing it back in his shirt. He waited a moment before replying to me. "Because... because... because I was raped."

So I guess this is kind of a cliffhanger. I will update soon!