Pretty Boy

5

Everyday, for the past few weeks, Chris has come up to me and done something to bully me. Like, knock the coffee out of my hand, smack all my books to the ground, call me names, or something really stupid and immature; I just ignored him; it's not like he was doing any harm anyway. Once morning, before our first class, Phil and I were sitting on the roof, in the garden.

"Here you are," Phil greeted me with my usual morning coffee.
"How on earth do you afford this everyday?"
"Zoe gives me a good deal," he smiled. "Oh! I also got you these," he handed me a little paper Starbucks bag.
"What's this?" I mumbled as I opened the bag.
"Knowing you and your weird obsession with vanilla-"
"Do not diss vanilla! It is a gift sent from god,"
"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled, "I got you some vanilla scones to go with your latte,"
"Really? Thanks!" I cheered.
"What'd you get me?" he teased.
"What do you like?" I mumbled.
"Literally anything,"
"Then you shall get literally anything tomorrow for breakfast," I smiled. I took a few bites out of one of the scones when all of a sudden, the bell went off. "Shit," I sighed. "Let's go,"

Phil and I collected our belongings and started walking to our first period class. As we walked, Phil slid his hand into mine. At first, I was stunned, but I eventually cracked a smile and intertwined our fingers. As we strolled down the hall, I could hear a giddy girl behind us. Phil stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Louise, leave is alone," he smiled.
"No," she said. "I wanna third wheel,"
"What if I don't want you here?" he teased.
"Let me live my life Lester,"
"Whatever,"
"Hey Louise," I intruded.
"Yeah?"
"Want one?" I shook the bag of vanilla scones.
"Gimme," she gasped. "These are the best,"
"Take 'em," I offered.
"But Dan," Phil whispered. "I got them for you...did you not like them or something?"
"No, I liked them. I just don't really eat breakfast," I shrugged.
"Oh...okay. Sorry..."
"Don't be," I smiled. "I gotta go. See you at lunch," I waved.
"On the roof?"
"Where else?"

***

"Hey," I smiled as Phil joined me on the roof.
"Hey," he mumbled.
"My brother texted me and said he wants to meet you,"
"Does he know I'm uh..your...y'know?"
"Yeah, he knows. That's the only reason he wants to meet you," I chuckled. "He never really cared for any of my friends but when it comes to a boyfriend or girlfriend he needs to meet them and scare them off," I laughed. "My dad offered to make dinner tonight. By any chance, would you wanna come over?"
"Would it be like a family on family dinner or just me?"
"Which would you prefer?"
"Just me..."

***

"Mum! I'm home!" I yelled. I dumped my jacket, bag, and shoes next to the door and started running up to my room.
"Daniel! Come back here! Now!"
"But mum-"
"No buts! Get down here and take your belongings upstairs,"
"Fine!"
"Put them away,"
"I will,"
"Neatly!"
"I will! God,"
"Don't give me an attitude!"
"I wouldn't give you an attitude if you didn't yell at me all the time!"
"Dan, stop fighting with your mother," dad intruded. He walked into the house and strolled into the kitchen to start making dinner.
"What are you doing?" mum asked dad.
"Starting dinner,"
"Why?"
"Dan's boyfriend is coming over for dinner,"
"His what!"
"I'm uh...gonna...yeah..." I mumbled as I ran up to my room.
"Daniel James Howell, get back here!"
"Stop yelling, god," dad said.
"Yes mother?" I smirked.
"What's thins nonsense about a boyfriend?"
"You know that boy I met on the first day if school?"
"Yes..." she gritted her teeth.
"Well, we kinda started dating,"
"Oh my god Daniel!"
"What! What's so bad about dating a guy?"
"It's not natural Daniel! What if I wanted grandkids?"
"Whoa, why are you already jumping to kids! I've only been dating the guy for a month! It's not like I'm gonna marry him! Hell, I don't even think we'll make it out of high school!"
"Then why are you dating him?" Adrian asked as he walked into the house.
"Forget it..." I mumbled as I ran up to my room.
"Am I still making dinner or..."

***

Phil: Hey there pretty boy
Me: Don't call me that you spork
Phil: I'll call you whatever I wanna call you. Anyway, I'll be there soon. Do you think your family will like me?
Me: God, I hope they do
Phil: Anyway, see you in a few pretty boy
Me: Stop!

***

Around 6:30, Phil rang the doorbell; my heart immediately stopped. I sat up in my bed and sprinted downstairs.

"I got it! I got it! Adrian get away from the door!"
"Make me,"
"Adrian I will kill you! Get away from the door!" I yelled as I pushed him out of the way. I stopped for a minute so I could straighten out my shirt and fix my hair a little bit. I let out a sigh and slowly opened the door. "Hi."