Piercings And Flower Crowns

First Encounters

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Dan's P.O.V
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I walked down the hall of my school with my head down, and books held tight to my chest. My light brown hair hanging in my eyes as I felt it. The first punch. I felt my books be slammed out of my hands as they pulled my hair. "Hey faggot!" Zach screeched with hate. I felt a punch to the stomach. The wind was knocked out of me as I fell to the floor. They began kicking my sides and head. I could feel the blood and bruising already begin.

That my seem harsh and terrible to you, but that's just a part of my daily life. I've accepted it. I understand why they do it. I get told why they do it everyday. I'm an "undeserving fag". I have a mutual feeling as they do, and its not that I hate them, it's that i hate me.

"Skirts are for chicks fag" Andrew sneered.
As the group of tormentors walked away laughing I stood up. I sighed walked to the bathroom. As I attempted to wash the blood out of my mint green shirt, someone I've never seen before walked into the bathroom.

Hot. It was undeniable. He had black hair that looked perfect with his ice blue eyes. He wore ripped jeans and a black shirt. Wow. He had a pierced eyebrow. He was Fucking attractive. And for the first time in my life I wasn't being stared at with disgust. I adjusted my flower crown (which matched my shirt) and smoothed my black skirt that rose just above me knees. And rushed to my next class.
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Phils P.O.V
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Beautiful. That was the first word that popped into my head when I saw the boy. He had light brown hair that was ruffled and messy. He had dark brown eyes that took my breath away. He wore a mint green shirt with a matching flower crown,and if that wasn't cute enough, he wore a black skirt that rose just above his knee. God he was cute. Wait was that blood on his shirt? Did some one hurt him?

Just as I was about to ask him if he was okay he rushed away. It was my first day and I was already developing crushes. Good job Phil. I sighed and began walking to my next class. My thoughts wandered to the boy again. That skirt suited him pretty well... I felt my face go red. I shook off the feeling and stepped into my class. I noticed him right away, as he was kinda hard to miss. He sat in the very back of the class. I noticed he had a pained expression. I looked to see what was causing it and then noticed that there was a group of boys throwing things and taunting him. I walked over and sat down next to the pretty pastel boy.

He looked suprised for a second the softly spoke "I wouldn't sit next to me if I were you."
"Well, why?", I challenged.
"Because it'll cause you trouble, trust me" he whispered.
As I looked up i noticed the weird looks I was receiving from people. A girl who had long brown hair with blonde highlights walked over to me. "Why are so sitting by a fag when you could be sitting with me?" She said puffing her chest out. I had come to terms with being gay a long time ago. And shit like this. It disgusted me.
"Thanks for the offer but I'm fine here." I spoke with a hint of annoyance in my voice. She gave me a suprised look and quickly walked away muttering something about "stupid fag". The teacher walked in and immediately shot the boy next to me a dirty look. He began taking attendance And, my eyes wandered to what the pastel boy was doing. I saw that he was writing somthing. I began to read and wow, those words were deep.
"Your really good at writing ya' know." He quickly closed his notebook and turned a deep shade of pink. "Ahem' DANEIL! Pay attention in class, you need to learn how to focus more!"
So Dan is his name. I like it. The teacher motioned for me to stand "Today we have a new student joining us, introduce yourself." I stood up and the attention instantly turned to me.

"Hello my name is Phil Lester . I like drawing and listening to music."I said emotionlessly.

The teacher nodded and began explaing somthing about a project. I couldn't care less about it. I just began sketching in my notebook. I didn't realize what I was drawing until i saw that Dan was looking at it with wide eyes. I had drawn a rose. Drops of blood ran over the petals and dripped off. I looked over at Dan and he had the widest eyes I'd ever seen.

"W-wow that's a-amazing" he spoke softly.

Wow I hadn't noticed how soft his voice was. It seemed almost like he was afraid to speak.

"Phil and Dan" the teacher spoke loudly to get our attention "You two are partners for the project."

He began reading off the list again, but I wasn't listening. I was to exicted. A project with the cute little boy next to me. This is going to be an adventure.