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"i missed you, faggot" phil heard the voice he hated most in world say.

"leave me alone" he mumbled.

"why?" he said and grinned.

"because you are just mean"

"aww, how cute" he said and punched me.

"stop" phil whimpered.

"why?" he asked once again.

"why do you think? would you li-" he cut phil off, his fist colliding with his jaw.

"dont be so bossy" he said and pushed phil into the wall, his sweater sliding down just enough for the hickey to show.

"oh what do we have here? have you found a fag friend?" he laughed.

"none of your business" phil said, trying to sound confident.

"i said stop being so bossy" he said and punched phil again.

"and i said stop"

"like i wou-" he got cut off this time by someone pushing him to the ground.

"is it that hard to understand what a fucking stop means?" the boy yelled. "hey are you okay?" he asked phil.

"yeah, im fine, thank you" phil mumbled to the green eyed boy.

"dont thank me, i just have common sense in my head" he said and pointed at his head that was covered in brown curls.

"o-okay" phil smiled.

"im pj, by the way"

"im phil"

"nice to meet you" pj smiled.

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