Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Nine

A/N: if you feel that the things mentioned in the trigger warning may be even slightly triggering to you please don't read this! Don't try and skim over the parts you think might be bad! Just completely avoid this story!

DAN'S POV

It had been two days since I had talked to Phil.

He attempted to text me Saturday, the day after he came over, but I ignored all his messages. The same thing happened on Sunday, except this time he tried to call me.

Despite calling several times, Phil only left one message.

I had been staring at my phone for several minutes now, debating the pros and cons of listening to the voicemail. In the end, curiosity finally got the better of me.

"Hi, um Dan? I-it's Phil.

Are you ignoring me? I'm not sure what I did, but sorry anyway. Does it have anything to do with the fact that we... what happened on Friday? You seemed fine with it at the time, but, I don't know... Well um, if you get this, call me back I guess. Or don't I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. Oh gosh sorry, I'm probably being really annoying. *awkward laugh* Um, well b-bye..." *click*

I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands. I had hoped I could just cut Phil out of my life once and for all, but I knew it was going to be a lot harder than that.

...

I sat in first period, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular. Everything the teacher said seemed to go in through one ear and out the other; I was too busy concentrating on more pressing matters. Like how I was going to avoid Phil today.

I eventually decided the smartest thing to do would be to act like nothing happened and hang out with Anthony as much as possible. I knew Phil wouldn't be stupid enough to come near me if I was with my group of friends.

This method worked considerably well until last period.

I had asked the teacher if I could get out of class a few minutes early so I could put some books away in my locker. Though this was technically against the rules, I had been pretty annoying in his class and I'm sure he was thrilled to get rid of me as soon as possible.

The halls were empty aside from the occasional janitor passing by. Since there were still ten minutes until the bell rang, I took my time at my locker, rearranging the books neatly. Once I was done, I took a step back to admire my handiwork. Much better.

I had planned to just mess around on my phone until we were dismissed, but my plans changed when a soft voice spoke from behind me.

"Dan?"

I froze, my stomach sinking. Out of all people.... "Can I help you?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder.

Phil swallowed, looking down nervously. "I was just wondering why you didn't answer any of my texts or anything..."

"Did it ever cross your mind that I didn't want to talk to you?" I spat out, slamming the locker door shut.

"Oh..." A look of hurt overcame his face. "I-I just thought after Friday--"

'Look, Phil, what happened on Friday was a mistake. Now do me a favor and leave me alone," I snapped. "Also, don't even think about mentioning what happened to anyone at school. If you do, I'll give you hell for it, faggot." My stomach twisted with guilt as I carelessly spat out the words. Why was I even doing this?

"Because you're a selfish asshole who cares more about your reputation than your actual friends." I reminded myself

Phil's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "I-I'm sorry," He choked, tears brimming his eyes. "I-I just thought..."