Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Twenty-Eight

A/N: sorry this is a bit late oops.

TW: THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN MILD SEXUAL HARRASMENT

Dan's POV

"Dan!"

I flinched slightly as a high-pitched shriek ruptured through the classroom.

Phil gave me an annoyed look. I smiled slightly, taking his hand in mine.

"Morning, Amanda."

"Morning!" She chirped. "So I was thinking—"

"That's a first..." Phil muttered.

I struggled to hold back my laughter as Amanda glared at him.

"I was thinking that we should get together after school to finish the project."

I stared at her skeptically, wincing slightly as Phil's grip on my hand tightened.

"Well I mean it's due two days from now, and I think we're going to need more time to finish.

I sighed, I really didn't want to spend more time with Amanda than I needed to, but she was right, we really needed to finish this.

"Fine, where should we meet?"

"I was thinking your place?"

At this point Phil almost shattered my finger bones.

"Can't it be somewhere else? A café or something?"

Amanda shrugged. "I'm not good at concentrating in public places, it would be easier in a quiet, secluded place."

I cast Phil an apologetic glance before turning back to her. "Fine, I'll write down my address for you."

"You could always text it to—"

"I'll write it down."

Lunch

"She sounds like a hoe," Val commented, glaring at Amanda from across the cafeteria.

"Val!" Alec scolded his sister.

"What? I'm just saying..."

Phil smirked slightly, poking at his lunch.

My boyfriend had spent the past five minutes venting to Val and Alec about our new group member. I had spent most of the time in an awkward silence

"Just remember Phil," Val started. "We're friends now; if she ever bothers you, I'll fight her."

Phil laughed, the happiness not quite reaching his eyes.

I felt trapped: One of my goals for myself was to not judge people as quickly as I used to, but it was difficult with Amanda. She hadn't done anything horrible to us yet, but Phil seemed to have already reserved her a spot in hell. I understood why he was upset, I just wished he would wait before jumping to conclusions about her.

"I hate girls like her, the just don't understand—"

Luckily for me, the lunch bell cut off their rant, and we were free to go to out next class. Unfortunately, we were one period closer to having to deal with Amanda.

...

"I like your room!" Amanda grinned as we stepped through the doorway.

"Um, thanks..." I muttered, dropping my bag and pulling out my English folder.

"Let's go ahead and get started."

Unsurprisingly, we had only been working for about five minutes when Amanda got off topic.