Polariod// Phan

Canon

I sit in class first period and listen attentively.
We're review in canon camera and how to use the professional ones.
Phil sits on the other side of the room.
He's actually pretty popular, good amount of popular friends and girls trying to be with him. But he's kinda quiet. Of course he's bold and flirty when he want to though.
The first time I actually saw him other than the guy in my photography class and the punk like rebel kid who plays the guitar was when I was taking Polaroids of the neighborhood. Let's say I wasn't paying attention and ran right into him. I was around 15. That was almost two years ago though. He told me he likes going to parties. Partly because of the smoke and drunk people. The photos of them are honestly good.
"Daniel, do you have your school passport signed for the field trip?" My thoughts were interrupted with Mr.willow.
"oh, yea." I stand up and quietly walk up to him handing it to him.
Instead of field trip papers, we have a tiny passport and our parents sign a paper with all the money required for it at the beginning of the year, and it gets signed when a field trip comes up on a page, with a photo of the place and it's name.
I sit back down. And gaze out the window.

The bell rings a minute and 4 seconds early today. My grey sleeves of the bomber jacket curl in my fingers. I slump my string bag over my right shoulder, stand up and leave.

*flash*

The final bell rang, and the teacher yelled have a great weekend, and we all cascaded out.
I hold my Polaroid, and hope I can take a few outdoor winter nature photos before lunch period.
Phil walks by and turns around and pretends to take a photo of my with his hands, with nothin. He smirked. "Perfect Howell." Then he was off, and I was a blushing mess.
I entered math, with Jake in it. Jake? Was an annoying little prick who thought it was nice to tease me and pinch my skin.
"Dan. Lemme see your arm poof." He said as I sat down next to him.
He was a bully to most human beings here, as a stereotype, but I wasn't bullied just as long as  I do what he wants, so he didn't punch my blue skies.
I sighed and rolled up my sleeve, and placed my arm on his desk. He'd pinch and poke my skin and shove his nail into it. Though I didn't mind, cause it's never boring to be an experiment.
He poked needles in, just enough to break the skin. He'd pinch, bruise. I knew he liked biology and already took all the classes, so my pale skin with just enough fat on it for him was the next course.
He wanted to look at my vein closer, but I wouldn't let him jam a needle carefully into my vein.
I just let him do his thing, and did my work, then the bell rang.

*snap*

I got a photo of the outdoors from study hall, then went to lunch.
I sat at my usual place outside with a salt, olive oil, cheese, and lettuce sandwich, with a vitamin water.
I could take digital pictures with my digital canon I saved up for my 16th birthday with.
After lunch, I had gym, which was awful, both Jake and Phil were in there, for 11th grade gym. We were in our tennis unit, which was always the greatest. Sarcasm there.
Jake liked to kick or hit the ball so fast it hurt people and was rough, just to see the effect, sociopathic biologist. Phil was pretty fit, not like a football player here, but toned.
"Dan! Your up lad!" Mr.Grey said, motioning for my arrival in the court. I slumped my way over before lazily hitting the ball 15 times before kids complained.
"Dan! Put a bit of effort into it! Before all your effort will be in detention!" He yelled in his coach voice.

I angrily hit the ball with force, and did it again, then again. Everyone was silent.

"okay, done." I said to him in my shy voice emphasizing on "done".
I shied out of the court and sat against a wall close by.
"Your anger intrigues me ya know? Your always so chill, Howell." Phil surprised me, sliding down to sit by me.
I huff out a breath, "guess i just don't like yelling."
"It was kinda adorable and sexy honestly. Wish you did that more often." Phil said before just ruffling my hair and standing up and walking to the court for the game match they had.
I stood there dumbfounded.
God damm flirt, wish I could tell how to smear my film and destroy me.
*snap*
I huddled home as I just wanted to sit down, and watch tv.
A popped up from a number that hasn't texted me in a while.
Jake: How are your bruises and the pin points? I need to know how your pain is and everything

I sigh and look at my arm. The .4 Qbruises weren't to bad. And the pin points he made were just red scabs.
The pin points are scabbing up. Bruises aren't too bad, minimal pain per bruise, sting from cut.
Send?
Sent
I enter my front door, and see my older brother siping coke.
"Hey dan!" He calls out his head lifting up a bit.
"yes?" I sigh and approach him.
"Going out to a party tonight, your comin' no arguing."
I open my mouth to protest he said "go get your homework on, and relax, take some pics of something, then get ready." And then he walked upstairs.
In frustration, I frowned and went to my room.

*snap*

I pulled on black skinny jeans, with a vintage apple shirt, and my bomber jacket from earlier.
"Come on dan!" Adrain calls from downstairs, and I lick my hand and slick back my curly bangs, then jogged downstairs.
Adrian is in his everyday crap. He yanks on his green hoodie sleeve and we leave.
The ride was short and sweet. Nothing much ever happens to me.
I step out of the car, Holding my canon. I'd never take my good Polaroids to a little house party. so I bring my 200 buck digital canon, cause it's simple.
I enjoy sitting on a couch, fiddling with my camera case, as it's around my neck.
Some guy approaches me. I'm not aware it's Phil until he's next to me, handing me beer.
I give him a stare and I raise an eyebrow. Or try to raise one. "Just drink, promise there's no drugs in it, unless you want them. If you drink you won't be the only sane person with me, we will be alright."
I gulped down, ignoring the burning in my throat.
He gets closer to my ear. "I think sometime we should find a darkroom and mix our films."
I knew he was using metaphors. And god, how I wanted to.
"well tell me when and i'm there."
That was enough for phil to stand up and get us another round of drinks, and watched me gulp mine down.
"Dan, it's daylight and only 7:30, find something to do so I don't expose your film and smear the ink right now.
I flush and feel my face burn a bit, but motion for phil to follow me. We go in the backyard and do regular backyard party things, until it gets dark, then head in and eat some of the food. Then phil mingles a bit while I focus on low light exposure in my camera.
In the giant crown, all of a sudden I'm pulled, and then a hand goes up to my chin, and lips are connected to mine.