The Cover Up (Phan)

Chapter 4

Phil's POV

"Phil, honey if you want to get to school on time I suggest you start getting ready." I heard a familiar sweet female voice. It was my mum.

I opened my eyes to discover nothing but blurriness. I sat up on my bed, rubbing my eyes. "Thanks mum." I said, and with that she nodded and stood up. She exited my door and closed it quietly behind her.

Turns out my alarm hadn't worked for some reason. I didn't question it that much considering I had to get ready or else I would be late.

I got up from my bed and headed to the bathroom. I turned the shower knobs and saw the steamy water pouring down and hitting the floor. I got myself undressed trying my hardest to ignore my left arm completely. I hop into the streaming water and let it hit my bare skin.

But as I am applying my third shampoo rinse my eyes wonder to my left arm. I can see very fatted thin lines. They are so thin and fadded that almost no one can see them, unless you look extremely close. However, even when they completely fade I will always be able to see them. Because the memory of what caused them will haunt me forever. That night will never escape my mind. It will haunt me until the day I die.

I heard a knock on the door. "Dear you have been there for a while. Are you okay?" My mum said through the door. "Also breakfast is ready."

"I'm fine mum and I will be down in a bit." I said loud enough for her to hear it from the water and door.

I brushed off my long train of thought and got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel from the folded pile. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my waist.

I stepped outside and entered my bedroom once again. My body walked towards my wardrobe, and grabbed a pair of blue boxers, black skinnies, and a black and yellow plaid shirt. I put on all the items of clothing I picked. Finally, I blow dried my hair and passed a brush through it to get rid of all the knots.

I grabbed my phone from my nightstand, my backpack, keys, and bus pass. I looked at my bedroom before closing the door. I like to think as my room like it's me. For example, the walls are plain white. With a few paintings. Seems boring, right? But the walls also have Muse posters, my favourite band. I like to put them where there's a crack or a really bad paintings because I always believe that music can cure anything. Doesn't matter what you are going through, music is so powerful that it can make it all better. My room is like me because when you see it from the outside it's boring and normal. When you dig a little deeper you see I am really silly and happy. But when you get to the truth you find out that all those paintings and posters are just trying to hide my room's true form. It wasn't always this happy. But I made it seem like that. To fool everyone. It's just a cover up.

I closed my bedroom door and headed to the kitchen where my mum had breakfast ready. I ate quickly and rushed upstairs to brush my teeth. After grabbing my jacket and all mu supplies I said bye to my mum and walked to the bus stop. It was conveniently just around the block from my house. I didn't have to wait long before the familiar orange school bus showed up. As I showed the bus lady my bus pass I got a few weird stares. I found an empty seat at the very back. I took my phone and headphones out and started playing music. Mostly my favorite band, Muse. I just stared out the window for the whole ride whilst listening to the meaningful lyrics.

Do you have no soul
Its like it died a long time ago
Your lips feel warm to the touch
You can bring me back to life
On the outside you're release and alive
But you're dead inside

As I arrived to North High it seemed like any other school I had gone to. It didn't seem to have anything special. That's until I entered the main office to get my books and time table. There was this guy. I am guessing he was waiting for his school supplies as well. But he seemed different and that was not only because he wore all black and looked a little intimating. But what mostly draw me to him was he was gorgeous. He was wearing a black shirt with a big white circle in the middle and a long sleeve shirt underneath. He also wore black skinny jeans that reminded me of mine. His hair was parted to the side, opposite of mine but he also had a fringe. Except his was a beautiful shade of brown. Even if he did have his long sleeves I could see a little part of a tattoo as he accidentally lifted his right sleeve slightly.I could assume that he probably had two full tatted arms. He had piercings all over his face. He had two tiny ones on his left brow and two snake bites. He was hot.

I am usually really shy but I couldn't just not do anything. What if I never saw him again? So I casually peeked over to see his timetable and saw that we both had math and art. I was usually good when it comes to grades but the bad part about that is I always get chosen to tutor or work with a really dumb kid. But if this guy was stupid I wouldn't mind. I couldn't help to notice that he looked really down. Just the way he spoke, looked, everything. I just found something more than his appearance. He was just interesting to me. So I did it, as the huge stalker I am I wrote a letter and put it inside one of his books.

After he exited I thanked the office lady at the front desk and headed outside to explore the school. Being the clumsy goof I am, I crash into a girl with blonde hair with pink dyed tips. "Oh hey, sorry it was my fault." She said whilst trying to get up from the ground.

"Oh no sorry, it was me who should have been looking where I was going instead of looking at my classes," I say feeling guilty. "Here let me help you," I say while extending my hand to help her up. She put on a smile and took it.

"Thank you. I haven't seen you around my name is Louise." She said.

"Oh yeah, this is my first day. I am Phil by the way," I say. "Would mind showing me around? I don't know anyone.

"Of course, you can also hang out with my other friends they will love you." She said with a big smile.

And with that, the first bell rang and it was time for my first class.

***

The day went on and it was pretty normal. Louise had introduced me to Zoey, Joe, Caspar, Tyler, Connor, and Troye. They were all really nice. Louise also tried to show me around the most she could. It was the end of the day and I had only one class, art. I didn't see that guy in math class, I think it was just that the teacher was so strict I couldn't even turn around. But if I am lucky I will see that gorgeous in my next class.

As I arrived the class there was already a few students there. The room was plain white. Pretty boring for an art class if I am being honest. I would have expected an explosion of colour coating the walls. I grabbed a seat around the middle of the classroom, not too far back or too close to the professor. The class soon started but the guy was nowhere to be found.

Ten minutes later the door suddenly flew open. Everyone's heads turned to the doorway including mine. There he was, the one I had been waiting for.

"Oh, you must be Mr. Daniel Howell." The teacher said. "Take a seat"

"Just Dan sir." He replied

Omg, so that's his name. Wow, his voice. Everything about his is just I don't know how to explain it. As he went to sit down my eyes couldn't stop staring at him. There was something special about him. I need to find out what. What I am sure of is he is broken. I can see through him, well not everything. But I can tell that everyone judges him because of what they see on the outside, but I am also sure that inside he is not the same.

Whilst I was day dreaming he caught me staring and our eyes connected. I immediately turned back whilst blushing lightly. After that, I didn't look back but he was on my mind the whole time. After school I left Dan a note in his locker, hopefully, I hear from him soon.

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