We are the ghouls of London // PHAN

•CHAPTER FIFTEEN•

Incase anyone (which you probably didn't) wanted to see who the person that writes this book you have decided to read for some reason, actually looks like irl.

And if you already knew.... then hey.... here is another picture of me x

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Business was an utter bore for Dan as he sat in the room next to Joe. Him and Joe had developed quite a good relationship and got on well. They didn't use to... but now they did.

"Do you even know what Marketing Mix is?" Joe asked Dan looking towards him as he spun his biro in his fingertips.

"Sir just explained it," Dan said looking at Joe with a jokingly eye roll, "Were you even listening?"

Joe chuckled, "Nope. I was thinking of tactics for tonights football game against that amazing team in l."

Dan went to go say something to follow on what Joe had said when there was a knock on the classroom door. The teacher, Mr Pickering, went and opened it to reveal Alfie Deyes standing there, smiling.

"Alfie! How are you doing?" Mr Pickering greeted happily to Alfie who stood in front of the door holding a camera in his right hand.

"I'm good thanks sir," Alfie greeted back. Alfie made eye contact with Dan where a smile instantly appeared on his face, "Can I borrow Dan Howell for a second sir. I need to talk to him about my business project."

This wasn't good...

After Mr Pickering allowed him out, Dan walked outside the classroom and closed the glass door behind him. He instantly turned to Alfie, "Whatever you want me for, I'm not interested."

"Dude you don't even know what it is yet."

"I don't care. Whatever it has to do with you, I don't want to be a part of it."

"But you have to do it now Dan. I already asked and got permission from the media teacher to do this. So don't let me down and refuse."

"Well I am 'letting you down' because I am not interested in whatever you have to offer me," Dan crossed his arms across his chest to prove his point.

"I'll pay you-"

"Saying you'll 'pay me' won't change my mind about the hole thing. In fact, it just makes me realise how much more of a jerk you are for thinking I would actually fall for your pathetic trap."

"Listen Dan, I want a good grade..." Alfie began but Dan cut him off.

"And I want you to piss off but I guess you can't always get what you want in life."

Alfie opened his mouth but immediately closed it as Dan snatched up the opportunity to carry on telling Alfie what was what.

"So why don't you go crying back to your mommy, moma's boy, and tell her that the boy you're stalking is not interesting so you can shove your offer right up your fucking ass h-"

Dan would have carried on his sentence if it wasn't for the fist coming in contact with Dan's face, leaving his cheek in utter agony and probably a crimson red mark.

With all the rage he could master up, Dan glared at Alfie, the eye patch he was wearing covering up his glowing eye from anger of what he just encountered, "WHAT THE FUCK DEYES?!"

Alfie prodded his finger sharply into Dan's chest, surely to leave a bruise, "Don't you ever call me moma's boy."

"I'm sorry... moma's boy."

He wasn't just about to give in. Even though Alfie was offering him money and blackmailing him into doing something he had no desire to do whatsoever, he just wanted to wrap Alfie around his little finger and wind him up him up just that little bit more.

"What did I just say? Don't. Call. Me. That." Alfie spat.

"Funnily enough I've had to listen to Deyes' orders for so long now, it's probably lasted me a lifetime. Therefore, I think I might just carry on calling you moma's boy since you can't do anything about it." A chucke escaped his lips after he had spoken. His attitude towards Alfie was becoming what many would call vile but Dan didn't care as he repeated his words to, what only could be described as, his enime.

Yet again, another punch was struck to Dan's face, making him madder and madder, his fists clenching so tightly his knuckles were turning a bright white colour which stood out.

"Did you just-?"

"Yes. I did. Do it back at me Howell. I dare you."

His voice was laced with venom, directed straight at Dan's face. So not waisting a second and taking the opportunity Alfie had given him, Dan grabbed him by his obviously non-expensive bomber jacket and pushed him back against the bright lime green wall of the corridor aggressively before punching him square in the jaw with so much force, blood began to ooze from the freshly made wound on Alfies's cheek, now red from the attack. Lifting his hand up to the cut, Alfie took a bit of his blood on his index finger, gave it a glance before licking it off, ridding of it.

Whatever you do Dan, don't give in to your cravings...

"Oh is that how you want to play it, Howell?"

And that was how the next thing Dan knew he was having a full on fight in the corridor with Alfie Deyes.

They began saying insults to one another, the next word out of there mouths worse than the one previously. They were bounced back at one another over and over again like they were at a tennis match and the ball was there words, as soon as one hit it, another one hit it back but harder than the last. They fought one another, kicking and punching the opponent, trying to gain dominance over the other who they considered the weaker of them. They had blood spewing from more cuts, there faces and arms black and blue from the dozen hits they gave one another. And the eye-patch on Dan's eye somehow remained, hiding his now blazing eye, cravings for the blood leaving Deyes' body filling him with lust. But he didn't give in. He just kept fighting.

They were suddenly ripped apart from one another. Dan glared at Alfie who was struggling to get out of Mr Pickering's grip to continue the fight with Dan who stood there with someone holding him firmly.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Alfie screamed at Dan, his cheeks crimson red in anger.

"I'd like to see you try," Dan commented through gritted teeth as he stared Alfie down.

"Watch it Dan," Mr Pickering warned Dan, "I think you've both done enough fighting to last you."

Dan glanced behind him to see Joe standing there, one hand on Dan's right shoulder and the other on the left side of Dan's hip to keep him firmly in place so he didn't try to fight Alfie again, not that he had any desire to. It was surprising how even though Joe was so much smaller than Dan was, he still managed to hold him in in his place.

"Joe, take Dan and Alfie to the isolation room now. I will get cover and then will be down there immediately." Mr Pickering told Joe who nodded.

"Yes sir."