Symbols (Phan)

Chapter 7

*Dan’s p.o.v*

We pulled apart immediately to be faced with Alex, his face narrow and bitter. “Oh fuck off” Scowled Phil, wiping his mouth slightly.

"I told you not to go near him" Alex shouted "I knew he would do this too you!" He pointed at me, his face twisted with anger.

"Get your head out your arse" Phil scoffed standing up "I’m gay ok? I was before I spoke to Dan and I still am and it’s nothing to do with you!". Alex was taken back, he contorted with fury, he took a step closer to Phil, so their noses were practically touching.

I stood up next to Phil- hoping to protect him in a way. “Go away- leave us alone, none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for you!” Alex grunted grabbing my wrist and twisting it around making me yelp in pain.

"Oi get off of him!" Phil shouted putting his own arm in the way- Phil may be strong but Alex was 10 times that. He grabbed both of our wrists twisting them round he looked down, his face turning a un-healthy shade of white.

"The- The symbols" He gulped, staring at them. My mouth turned dry- he was going to tell everyone. Phil snapped out of his now limp grasped and I did the same. 

Phil grabbed my hand “Run” He whispered clasping my hand strongly and sprinting his way towards the exist of the park, we ran so Alex wouldn’t catch up with us, though it was inevitable that everyone would know on monday anyway.

When we got passed the gates we stopped, both beetroot red and completely breathless. “I’m so sorry about him” Phil whispered letting go of my hand slowly.

"It doesn’t matter" I half lied knowing there was tormenting to come- but I knew if I had Phil it would be OK, I grabbed his hand back gingerly- lacing our fingers together. He looked up back at me and smiled, we walked back to my house spending the day playing games and mindlessly chatting avoiding the talk about what was going to happen on Monday. His mum called telling him he had to go, I walked to the door, hugging him tightly before giving him a kiss, more prepared and ready this time. 

We reluctantly pulled away when my mum told me it was time for dinner.

"See you tomorrow" He pecked my cheek before getting lost into the darkness of the night. I slowly lifted my hand to my cheek, tracing the tingling patch he just kissed and smiled to myself. That night I told Chris and PJ everything who- very wearily- decide it was OK and replied that they were happy for me and just to watch out for him- after all they’re my friends and they’re only looking out for me right?

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I woke up on Monday, I was scared, I wasn’t going to lie about that. I have always had little homophobic comments in school but this? this would be on a whole new scale. 

I sluggishly shifted out of bed, letting the cold air invade my toasty covers making me groan in annoyance. I slowly got ready- very reluctant to go. I ambled through the streets staring at things for an abnormally long amount of time just to avoid that hell the government like to cool ‘school’. I finally made my way there with 2 minutes to spare.

Phil came running up to me, his face gleaming and red in excitement “Dan- I told them, I told my parents and they’re OK with it!” He cheered taking me into a tight hug which I accepted happily.

"Aw I’m so glad!" I pecked his cheek.

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all?