Locker 42 >> Phan

chapter 15

[ Phil pov ]

He was such a dick.

I hate Daniel James Howell.

I slammed the door in the bathroom and sat on top of the toliet seat and cried. PJ quickly followed and knocked on the door. "Phil, open up please."

I knew he couldn't see me, but I shook my head. I suppose he already knew my reply so he sighed.

"Phil, please."

Yes, because please is always the magic word.

Good luck in life, friend.

However, I did open the door because I'm not an asshole like someone I know.

Credit to you, Dan, you take that title.

PJ gave me a sad smile as I opened the door. "Come on Phil, you can stay here for a while. You will, however, are going to have to go and grab some clothes. I'll go inside with you if you want to."

I bit on the inside of my cheek but nodded slowly. He grabbed the keys and we stepped outside of his apartment. Peej locked the door with a twist and led me to his car.

I slid in the passenger side and buckled my seat belt. I sighed and lay back into the seat and closed my eyes. "Peej, do I have to?"

"Yes Phil, it's not like he's even there. You should know him. Whenever he's angry about something he goes to his safe spot."

I shook my head. "But I don't know him. The Dan I fell in love with, isn't actually him. Who knows where he is, he probably did take Chris' invite to celebrate the bet." I bit my bottom lip in anger.

Maybe Dan was telling the truth. I've read so many cliche stories where the dickhead of the relationship did fall in love with the person they hurt. Maybe Dan did love me.

No Phil, you were a bet. Nothing more. Stop filling yourself with false hope. It's not gonna happen. You did this to yourself.

My heart felt like it was being twisted and as much as I wanted to be angry with Dan, I couldn't. It didn't change the fact that I still had these feelings for someone who never loved me back.

What a dick, am I right?

But still, I loved him.

Now before you think I'm gonna go text him that I want him back. You're wrong.

Take a particpation ribbon, you guessed wrong, dear friend.

Before I knew it, Peej had pulled into the parking spot and looked at me, the obvious pity still drowning in his eyes.
I felt the empty feeling carve into my chest.

I hated pity.

I quietly groan and throw my head back. "Do I have to? What if he's in there?" I ask, turning to look at him, dreading the thought of seeing him cry or beg. PJ nodded, then motioned me to go in. "We both know Dan enough, he isn't in there. He might have taken a drive or something. If he is in there though, ignore his every word. Show no emotion nor pity. Doing so, you'll be able to finish a lot more quick. Understand?"

Woah, what am I? A spy? A secret agent?

Not gonna lie, that would be pretty cool.