The Boy From The North; a Phanfiction

Chatting Him Up

Phil's POV

Henry and Tyler were bringing Dan over. Dan was smiling as if he didn't care. 

His smile was some what cute... I mean annoying... Why would I think cute?! Dan is a fucking homo loser!

"You wanted to see me." Dan said smirking.

"How about I smack that god damn smirk off your face, faggot." 

"I love how you always use fag to talk to me. But, then again, I'm not surprised, I mean you look like you've been held back... Oh... Three times." Dan said coolly.

How could he possibly know?! I mean, yes of course I'm older, but how could he know the exact number?! 

I composed myself. "You think you are so cool, don't you? I would like to know what everyone thinks of the new kid when they find out you're gay."

Dan looked a little shocked by this statement. Good, i thought.

Dan tried to remain cool, well as cool as he could be.

"Why don't you dismiss your buffoons and let us talk like men do."

Henry and Tyler looked pissed and almost jumped on Dan.

"Don't." I growled, and they backed away.

If they knew you better, they wouldn't be afraid, a voice in my head whispered.

"Shut up." I told it.

"What? I didn't say anything." Dan said.

Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?!

"Never mind. Let's get back to our conversation."

"Whatever you say."

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Dan's POV

Phil was trying to scare me, but he didn't realize that he was looking sexier to me.

I was staring... Did Phil notice? God, his eyes were pretty.... Stop it Dan! He is a homophobic, bully, who hates you and just happens to be your lab partner.

 "Now, as I was saying. We are going to be working a lot together being lab partners and all, but let;s get on thing straight. I. I don't do work." Phil stated. "You. You do the work. I take credit."

"Fuck that." I spat. "If you don't work, you don't get credit. IF you don't get credit. And I'm sure wittle Philip doesn't want to be held back other year." I smiled at him coolly.

Phil looked angry and looked like he was going to yell at me... But his expression softened.

He whispered, "look... I'm not smart. Never have been, never will be. My parents are too busy to care or even notice... But I don't want to fail. Not again. I want to get out of this hell hole, maybe go to Uni, maybe travel. Right now, I don't give a damn, but i ain't staying here."

That outburst shocked me. "Oh... Phil, I'm sorry. I won't do the work for you, but i can help you. I could tutor you." I said hopefully.

Phil stood up. "I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP! I DON'T NEED YOUR PITTY! AND I CERTAINLY DON'T WANT YOU TO TUTOR ME!" He stormed off, but of course not before saying "... Fag!!"

Phil's goons saw that he was angry and followed him.

"Nice going loser." Henry said, hitting a lunch tray off the table and on to my lap.

He and the other one laughed as the went to follow Phil.

Allison rushed over. "Dan!! I saw the whole thing! What the hell was that all about? You are so dirty now! You better be happy i'm the headmaster's kid and can get you a new, free, cleaned uniform!"

That was nice, but happy was not a word i would be using.