Phil's outfit ^^^^
lowercase and short chapters intended
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i walk into the school with sigh, what did i do to be trapped in this hell hole?
i shake my head and walk boredly to my locker, struggling to open it and glare darkly to it.
"you're not fucking Gandalf! let me pass, you shit," i grumble and kick the locker hard then letting out a loud squeak as i feel a hand slap my bum and sharply turn to meet the eyes of Dan Howell who was smirking.
naturally, my glare gets harder, "what the hell do you want, Howell?"
he presses me up against the locker, body towering over mines and i grumble, crossing my arms before sending a slap right across his face.
he barley flinches and reaches over me, "what's your combination, princess?"
i clench my teeth and don't give an answer. dan simply chuckles and takes the pink sticky note from my balled fist, reading it before opening the locker with ease. he turns to me with a shit-eating smirk. i utterly huff.
he presses a kiss to my cheek before strolling off, leaving me with dark red burning cheeks and filled with anger.
i huff, once again and turn back around when i grabbed my things before walking to my first class.
