Pretty Boy

15

"Hey Dan," Chris greeted the next morning. "Wow, Phil gotcha again," he chuckled.
"Get away from me," I mumbled.
"Why? I thought we had a truce,"
"You're the one who fucking did this to me,"
"I've never sucked on your neck, Howell,"
"No...Phil got pissed that you kissed me and-"
"So he sucked your neck? That's bad because?"
"Cause I can barely fucking walk now," I gritted my teeth.
"Oh," he laughed. "Sorry man,"
"Just stay away from me,"
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then Phil will kick your ass again,"
"Hmmm...we'll see...later Howell," he winked.

Oh my god...this can't be happening

"Kendall!" Phil yelled from the other end of the corridor. "Where the fuck are you!"
"Looking for me Lester?"
"What gives you the fucking right to kiss Dan? My Dan!"
"Oh please, your Dan wasn't innocent in this entire endeavor,"
"I have half a mind to kick your ass, Kendall,"
"Then why don't-" And with that, Chris was on the floor with a bloody nose.
"Phil, stop it!" I yelled as I held him back.
"Why should I?"
"Because I don't like seeing people get hurt..."
"Oh my god..." Phil whispered as he snapped out of his angry state. "I-I'm sorry Chris..." he said as he helped him up.
"Thanks," he scowled.
"It's no-"
"Shut up Lester," he grumbled as he pushed him into a locker. "No one hits me and gets away with it," he said. He started hitting Phil in the face and stomach; it only took a few a few hits before he was on the ground; thankfully, it didn't take me long to get him away from Phil.
"Chris, stop!" I said as I grabbed his wrists.
"Yeah, you're right...I should stop," he smirked.

I let out a sigh and let go of his wrists; then he pushed me against a locker. He held my wrists above my head and started sucking on my unmarked collar bone.

"Let go of me!" I fought.
"Come on baby, you know you like it," he said as he angirly kissed me.
"Chris, stop!" I cried.
"Chris!" I heard a girl yell. "What the fuck are you doing!"
"Cat," he gasped as he let go of me; I immediately ran to the dazed Phil on the school floor. "It isn't what it looks like,"
"Then what is it? Chris, I know what I saw! You were sucking that faggots face!"
"You're right I was, but-"
"What on earth is going on out here?" a teacher asked. "Why are people slamming lockers and yelling the f word?"
"Yeah Chris?" Cat cried. "Wanna tell her what happened?"
"Philip Lester started all of it,"
"Do not blame Phil for this!" I yelled. "Yeah, he threw a few punches but he didn't sexually assault me and knock my boyfriend out!"
"Dan, please calm down. Now, is Phil okay?"
"No!"
"Where is he?"
"Over here," I said as I showed her to my dazed Phil.
"Explain yourself..." Cat continued.
"Cat...we need to end this..."
"Why? Cause you're a fucking fag?"
"Stop saying that," he whispered. "You think I like being this way? I'm a fucking freak..."
"Goodbye Chris..." Cat cried as she ran away.
"Come on Phil," I whispered as I helped him up. "Wanna go home?"
"Later..."
"Okay...wanna go to the roof?"
"Yeah," he weakly nodded.
"Okay, let's go..."

We walked through the crowd of people and did our best to fend off their hateful glares. We eventually made it to our beloved, serene roof where there was no one around to bother us.

"I love you," I smiled.
"I love you too..." he whispered. "Did he get your neck?"
"Unfortunately," I sighed. I started to pull down my collar but Phil stopped me and frowned.
"I don't wanna see it,"
"Okay...how do you feel?"
"Awful..." he pouted as he spit out some blood.
"We should get you home,"
"I just wanna stay here for a bit,"
"Okay...if you insist..."

We sat down for a bit and just exchanged looks, not saying a word. Eventually, it got too awkward for me so I got up and started watering the plants; I actually ended up picking a few for Phil.

"Thanks," he smiled.
"I'm so sorry Phil..."
"Why are you sorry?"
"Cause I kissed him..."
"Stop it," he sighed. "None of this was your fault. I overreacted and started the fight...it's my fault..."
"No it's not...it's Chris',"
"It's his fault too but if I just let bygones be bygones then I wouldn't be sitting here with a bleeding face, he'd still have a girlfriend, and you'd still have a clean collarbone,"
"He's a fucking asshole," I muttered under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," I lied.

I got up once more and started roaming the roof for any dying plants. I eventually sat down in front of a small daffodil patch and started picking out the weeds; it didn't take long for Phil to join me.

"Darling, you're picking the grass and some blooming bulbs,"
"Really? I'm sorry," I sighed.
"It's fine," he reassured. "It's a good thing you're cute," he teased.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just saying maybe you should let me take care of the plants. You should stick to your astronomy nonsense,"
"Nonsense!" I laughed.
"You know what I mean," he smiled.
"No, I don't know what you mean,"
"Here," he mumbled as he handed me a white rose. "I know you prefer red but these bloomed first,"
"Thanks," I blushed. "Ready to go home?"
"Not yet,"
"Phil, for fucks sake, you need to rest! Maybe even see a doctor! We need to go!"
"No..."
"And why the hell not?"
"Because Dan, your week is up,"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"If we go, I have to bring you back home,"
"Yeah, that's where-"
"No Dan," he sighed. "Your home."