Bad Words | phan

2-The Bet

Groaning, Dan plopped his books on the desk next to Phil. He rolled his eyes and sighed, twiddling a pencil between his fingers. Phil glanced at the boy, slightly scared. They were both awkwardly tall, though Dan seemed more muscular, which comes as part of being the quarterback. While Dan was rather cute, Phil focused more on personality. Besides, Dan and his girlfriend had been together for about seven months.

Snapping his head to look at Phil, he spat, "This is our only time to work on this in class, and, quite frankly, I want to be around you as little as possible, so can we get on with this?"

Startled, Phil stopped studying Dan's freckles and nodded, opening his notebook to a fresh page. "Sorry," Phil hurriedly apologized. "I should've started."

"You really should have," Dan muttered, just loud enough for Phil to hear.

Phil pretended he hadn't heard, trying not to be offended; he knew that Dan acted rudely to everyone. Dan, however, was annoyed by Phil's lack of a reaction. When someone wasn't hurt by Dan's words, he tried harder until he broke their defense system.

"Are you going to do anything or not, cross-dresser?" Dan asked, frowning and leaning forward to make his point more clear. He spat out 'cross-dresser' as though the word disgusted him. Phil looked down at his clothing. He wore a pink sweater, covered in a darker lace. Blue skinny jeans, cotton candy colored converse, and a silver heart locket matched his shirt. For a moment, Phil felt slightly down, but knew that he would always love himself, as would his family, so he shrugged off the comment.

"Just to start, we should make a list of everything we know about alcoholism," Phil announced to his grumpy partner.

Dan looked to the side, trying to hide his discomfort. He probably knew enough to complete the entire project on his own. After Matt's accident, Dan had done more than extensive research on alcoholism. Phil was confused as to why Dan was turned away from him, not responding. Not knowing what else to do, Phil poked his cheek, right on the dimple that Phil had only seen twice. Immediately, Dan whipped around.

"What the fuck was that?" Dan demanded.

"All I did was poke your cheek," Phil giggled, poking the brunette's cheek once more with a smile. Phil wasn't trying to taunt Dan; he was just trying to be friendly, but Dan felt mocked.

Despite Dan's annoyance, he was staring into Phil's eyes and couldn't find it in his heart to physically harm the boy. The bright blue color seemed to be deeper than the ocean. Confusion was all that Dan felt, for he had never seen someone with eyes brighter than his brother's. Alas, Matthew's eyes were more of a sunset blue, while Phil had eyes as bright as the sky on a cloudless, sunny day.

"Why the hell did you fucking poke my cheek?" Dan growled, trying not to lose composure because of the boy's eyes.

"Because you didn't answer my question," Phil responded, still smiling. Phil's smile made Dan want to smile, but he didn't. Dan wouldn't let this childish boy have any effect on his emotions.

"Don't fucking touch me," Dan frowned, scooting his chair farther away. "I have a girlfriend, and I don't swing that way."

Shaking his head, Phil replied, "I'm not trying to hit on you. Not everyone thinks you're good looking." Phil laughed lightly, sounding melodious to Dan. Everyone struggled to not love Phil, and Dan was no exception. Unlike most people, however, Dan attempted to resist Phil's charm.

"Fuck off," Dan sighed. "Let's just work on this shitty project."

Noticing an unpleasant theme in Dan's words, Phil asked, "Do you always curse?"

"Do you always smile?" Dan shot back, looking Phil straight in the eye. Phil liked the color of Dan's eyes. They were like chocolate or coffee, sweet and refreshing.