bittersweet ✿ phan

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Dan | point of view
Chapter two

"What an asshole." PJ muttered under his breath as Phil began to walk away. Everyone eventually stopped laughing and went on with their business. Phil pissed me off and basically ruined my day for me, but I wasn't going to let him get to me. Especially when he literally called my friend PJ a piece of trash. I didn't care what he thought about me, but when he says something about a friend of mine it pisses me off.

PJ held out his hand to help me up. I grabbed his hand and stood up. "Let's go to the bathroom." He said still holding my hand. "Alright." I replied, following him to the bathroom. "How dare he do something like that to y-" "PJ its fine I'm used to it by now." I stated bluntly as if I didn't care, in which I didn't. "I'm just glad your okay." He smiled. "I have spare clothes in my locker I'll go get them." "Alright, thank you " I smiled and PJ ran out of the bathroom.

After a few minutes he finally came back with some clothes. A blue shirt with jeans. Its so plain but...I have to wear them. "Thanks again PJ your the best." I hugged him and went into a stall to change. After I was done the bell rang. I hugged PJ again before running out of the bathroom. While I was walking to class people kept giving me weird looks, but I tried my best to ignore them.

When I walked into class surprisingly Phil was the only one there. It felt awkward but I walked over to my desk and sat down, not looking at him. "Where are your pastel clothes?" He suddenly asked out of the blue. I still didn't make eye contact with him but I replied by pointing at my bag. "Where did you find those clothes from." He asked bluntly. "Why would you care?" I turned to finally look at him. He wasn't smiling as usual when he annoyed me.

He slightly shrugged and just put his ear buds back in, hearing a faint sound of the music. I could hear that it was Muse. I turned my head around and started daydreaming. After a few seconds Phil stood up and pushed my backpack off my desk. Ugh...I hate him so much. He's so rude. I watched him as he walked out of the classroom. A few people were starting to come in. I picked up my backpack and waited until class started.

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My last class was with Phil of course and his friend charlie. I fucking hated him. I hated him more then Phil to be honest and he'd bully me whenever he had the chance to see me. PJ also had the same class, so I didn't worry too much. Once I got there PJ was waiting for me. "Hey bud." PJ smiled and I set my things on my desk to sit down. After a few minutes of me and PJ talking a heard a laugh behind me. Of course. I didn't turn around because I knew it would only make it worse.

Charlie was laughing and talking about me to Phil, but I could clearly hear him. I continued to talk to PJ until charlie walked in front of us with the biggest smirk on his face. Ugh. "Where's pastel boy? Is he not here today?" Charlie asked as everyone started to look over at me. "Oh I dunno, and where's the asshole that can't even leave people alone? Oh yeah he's right here." I replied and sat back in my seat. Normally I'd never talk back, or else I'd get punched in the face. I wasn't in the mood for holding back my feelings though. "Huh?" Charlie leaned in close to me, his smirk disappearing. "That's supposed to be a joke right?"

"Not really. Its true you are pretty much an asshole." I had no problem facing him, but my heart was pounding like crazy. He started to grin and that wasn't a good thing. I acted as if I were calm, hopefully he wouldn't see my fear. "Well I have a joke for you." He stood back a bit. PJ was carefully watching him, but I could see he was more brave then I was. My hands started to shake when Charlie's hand raised up.

PJ stood up, standing in front of Charlie. He pushed PJ away without a problem as PJ fell on the floor, knocking over some desks. Charlie was now inches away from me as I began to stand up. Holy crap holy crap.... He looked do pissed and I hoped he wouldn't start anything. But PJ is my friend, I won't let him do that. I was full of rage at this point. "Well what is i-" his hand hit my face so hard that I actually fell on the floor. My cheek was now stinging and it hurt like hell. I stood up, looking at Phil who was just observing.

Stupid.

PJ stood up and grabbed my arm, his eyes pleading me to not hit him back. I knew he was worried about me, but I won't let him hit him again. I punched Charlie's face and he almost fell. He then grinned and punched my face twice causing me to fall down again. He threw another punch and then stopped. "Your a joke, a piece of crap." He bended down, gripping my shirt and getting close to me. "Don't ever look at Phil the way you do...don't even talk to him again." He whispered under his breath so no one could hear.

He punched me one last time before walking out of the classroom. "Everyone get out!" The teacher walked in, seeing my bloody nose and red mark on my face. Everyone left the room. PJ looked at me and left. Phil was the only one in the room with me now.

I guess the teacher was going to get the principal. Great. This is dandy. I wondered what my mom would think of my face, but I couldn't think about anything anymore. My hands were still shaking and I couldn't even stand up. I've never been in a fight before, but of course I failed miserably.

Phil stood up and walked in front of me, his face emotionless. He bended down, sitting in front of me. I couldn't even move now and I was already pissed enough. He'll probably make fun of me for getting beat up.

He came closer, causing me to stare at his ocean blue eyes. God damn...what's wrong with me? He took off his shirt. Literally. But he was wearing a tank top. He started wiping of the blood from my nose onto his shirt, his face was still blank as if he wasn't even angry or upset. After awhile he stood up and just walked away.

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Well, Charlie is suspended. Apparently he was also doing drugs during school and not just fighting kids. For me, I just got detention. I've been in this crammed room for what seemed like hours. The lady finally came in announcing for me to go home. Thank god. I walked out of the room and went to the bathroom before I left. I looked in the mirror and saw that my nose looked fine, but my cheek still had a red mark. I guess I have to lie to my mom and tell her I went by a friends house.

Once I got outside I got on my bike and started riding home. It was pink and people would make fun of it, but I didn't care. The sun was just starting to set as the clouds were starting to turn pink yet orange like color. It was so beautiful. I hoped PJ would be alright, I bet he's worried about me more then anything. And charlie, well fuck him. I'm glad he was suspended. He'd always bully the wrong people that were so innocent. Phil...why did he help me? He's do rude and he bullies me everyday. He'd always make fun of me calling me pastel freak or pastel boy. Why would he of all people do something like that?

While riding my bike through my neighborhood I kept thinking about what he did. How his eyes locked with mine, when he cleaned my face. My face was starting to heat up while a smile formed on my face. Damn...why am I thinking about this?

I still hate him.