R U mine? x phan

3: hes a mystery

Phil Lester kissed me. Phil fucking Lester.

I was so confused and shocked when he left I just sat motionless with my mouth wide open. I stayed in the park swinging with millions of questions circling my head:

Why was he in the park at 3am? Does he even know who I am? Is he gay? Am I gay?

I was so confused and I guess I must've been pondering for a while because when I checked my phone I realised the time was 4am.

I started to walk back to my house and watched as the sun rose over the hills in the distance. I walked up my path and slowly opened my front door, trying my best to keep quiet.

I had a bowl of cereal and some orange juice (god I fucking love orange juice) and scrolled through tumblr for the next few hours.

Before I knew it it was 8am and I was saying bye to my mum as I swung my pastel yellow bag over my back, and heading off to school.

I took my earphones out of my pocket and began to untangle them, i plugged them in and listened to Panic! At The Disco's "don't threaten me with a good time" when I realised I had forgotten to straighten my hair.
"shit" I whispered to myself, it was too late to go all the way back home now, the late bell would be going in 5 minutes and I certainly did not want a detention for being late. I've never shown anyone other than my family my natural hair, simply because I hate it. The loose curls frustrate me and to be honest I was mad at myself that I forgot to straighten my hair. I guess people would just have to deal with it.

I arrived at school just in time, the bell went and I walked into my tutor room. I sat down in the corner of the room next to the window and Louise, my best friend, sat beside me.
"Hey D-slice" she said as she slid down into her seat next to mine,
"Hi Louise" I say.
"Hey what's up with Lester?" She said, in a hush voice, tilting her head to the other side of the room, where Phil was staring at me.
"Oh I-I don't know" he seems to be smiling? No, smirking. I feel myself blush as I duck my head down.
The bell went, and the teacher dismissed us to our lessons. I have English first, I don't mind the subject as a whole, but it's pretty freaking boring when you're doing about Shakespeare.

I made my way down the crowded halls into my English room. I noticed there was a new seating plan up on the board and guess what. Lucky, lucky, me was positioned next to Phil on the back row. I turned around and noticed Phil standing behind me reading the board, a genuine smile spread across his face. He was.. Happy? About sitting with me?
I took my seat and began getting out my books and pencil case. Phil sat down next to me, he didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at me. I saw him out the corner of my eye and chuckled to himself. Yes, he was intimidating, especially when he looked down at you, smirking.
5 minutes into the lesson and the teacher was on a rant about word use and semantic field when I felt a hand brush up my leg, I turned my head to see Phil smirking as he moved his hand higher up my thigh.
I shook him off and he laughed to himself, obviously noticing that I was, yet again, blushing.
"You are a pretty boy aren't you, Howell" he said to me as he examined my face, while I was writing a Romeo and Juliet quote down.
"I- um.. Thanks?" I said, avoiding eye contact.
He leaned closer to me and rested his head on his hands,
"You interest me, Howell"
"I do?"
"Yeah.. I know you're hiding something behind that pastel curtain of yours"
I looked at him, confused.

I still have so many questions, was he gay? Is he just using me? What does he mean "hiding something"? He's a mystery... And I've yet to solve him.

He didn't say anything for the rest of that lesson, but I caught him staring a number of times and I would've been lying if I said I didn't like it.