Symbols (Phan)

Chapter 1

*Dan’s p.o.v*

Its what makes everyone different, that little symbol on their wrists. They’re all different, they are all magical, mysterious and weird.They make people happy, sad, and some literally go crazy, I guess everyone wants to find their match.

I haven’t found mine yet, my mum says I have time but it’s OK for her. She and my dad found each other when they were 16- my age. It was by some complete and un-describable destiny that they just so happened to live in the same country and town. Fat chance I have of that.

My mum also told me that my match could be anyone- she often referred to them as ‘my soul mate’- ha. She said that if I ever found this person they would always make me happy. We don’t have to be a different gender, we don’t have to marry- hell we don’t even have to love each other- just very close friends of sorts. Though I had always fancied myself to marry my soul mate- I mean, I’m not picky gender wise so that was one bit off the list. Next step find them.

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I walked into school- head hung low as always. Not because I was afraid of bullies, or people taking the piss out of me, I just never wanted to talk. I wasn’t exactly invisible- I just wasn’t special, I wasn’t into sport, I wasn’t good at lessons, or a hardcore gamer, not one piercing or tattoo, or 800 friends on facebook, and well I wasn’t even the funny one or creative one out of my friends! I was Dan- plain old Dan, and well that was OK for me right?

But like everyone- I had my enemies - who doesn’t? And that guy just so happened to be Phil Lester, the most popular guy in school- oh also hot, smart and 100% straight- sadly. I guess we could be friends if he wasn’t such a homophobic prick.

I lumbered into my tutor, slumping down in my chair and grinning at my friends, Chris and Pj. 

"Alright mate" Chris smiled, taking a bite out of a bar of chocolate he had no doubt bought that morning, as he does every morning.

"Yeah good- you?" I asked, I received- as always- a grunt.

So a pretty normal day, everything in order I guess. The teacher took the register before dis-missing us with the wave of her hand, sending a frenzy of people swarming out the door. 

I made my way to my classroom first- science. I sighed in annoyance and frustration, I really hated that class. I looked down at my wrists, looking deep and hard at the swirly blue symbol, which never changed, never faded just lay there- as vibrant and annoying as ever- I was sick of it. I always wondered why it existed- what was the point? why did I need a soul-mate so bad anyway? I’m happy with the friends I have. 

"Oi get out the way" Snarled Alex.

Well guess that means my day dreams caught me off guard again. I scooted to the side.

"That’s it- god boy" Phil cooed, patting my head in the most patronizing way possible.

"Don’t you dare" I spat, shoving his hand out the way.

"Ooo sorry- time of the month again? Or just too much cock?" Phil asked, his face in a full comical grin. His friends laughed behind him.

"I haven’t had a boyfriend for 3 months so no- but hey if you’re offering" I smirked back, pointing at my crotch slightly.

"As if" Phil looked down in disgust.

"Look you’re practically gagging for it- It’s so obvious, you so want me" I teased on further.

Phil pushed me up against the locker, taking my cuff and twisting it in his hand “I would rather fuck old Mrs.Tilcher than have a go on that” He snarled looking at my groin.

"Oh really we could try now? meet in the boys toilets in 5? then we’ll see your real answer" I chuckled- amused at his annoyance.

He went to punch me, his face scrunched up, in a sharp manor like his fist before it contacted my face sending a ripple of shock through my face and making me gasp aloud. I took his tie swinging him round so he hit into the lockers and I was in front of him, I kicked him in the shin before kneeing his crouch. He groaned in pan before grabbing me and slamming me to the ground- hard.

Our bodies waggling around like a bunch of flower stems knotting together. Punches thrown and kicks taken with a cry of pain, screams and curses thrown at each other, our hits quick in a desperate manor, obviously wanting to come out on top.

The cheers behind us growing ever louder, more and more people coming to join and watch the two of us getting beaten to a pulp.

"THAT’S IT- STOP THIS FIGHTING AT ONCE" Mr.Flemham screeched. Phil stopped, his hands still on my wrists pinning me to the ground.

He stopped at looked at my arm, his face going and even paler shade of white, his eyes draining of colour. I looked down at my wrist then up at his.

Imprinted on his skin- there since birth was the same blue swirly symbol as mine.

Well I have to say- I wasn’t expecting that.