on the way to school, i was making a decision in who i was, and whether or not i was attracted to the boy with dark hair and blue eyes.
and after a long hard think, i was 87% certain that i was.
which tied up my stomach.
i'd never felt any attraction to another guy before, so this was all so odd.
so from the thoughts, i'm most likely bisexual. which isn't bad thing. at all.
but at the same time, i was worried as to what my friends and family would think of me if they found out. i knew pj wasn't care as he was gah himself, but what about chris and my dad and-
what would phil think? what would happen if he found out i was attracted to him.
his blue eyes, his black hair, his tall, slim body.
everything.
i let go off all of my thoughts and calmed down. it's going to be okay. eventually. right? everything will be okay sooner or later, is that not correct?
i don't know. i just don't know anymore.
my head started to ache and my stomach started to churn and hurt in ways i never thought was possible.
this feeling shouldn't even be possible.
my anxiety is really bad, as mentioned before.
so when i walked into school, i cried.
yep.
i started crying.
i ran to pj and basically fell into his arms, hiding myself from everyone else. i started shaking and going numb everywhere. i tugged at my hair and wrapped my arms around my body as pj walked me unsuspiciously to the office.
luckily, no one noticed the 16 year old boy crying into his best friends arms.
when i walked through the office door, i saw phil sitting down in a chair and two people who seemed to be his parents talking to the principle.
"i understand that phil can be a pain in the ass most of the time, but we need to know if you can atleast let him stay for two years?" the lady with a bob cut and red dress on asked, bending her leg in a sort of manner like she was sucking up to mr. jenkins.
"mrs. lester, your son is an angel in his classes, i-i don't see the problem" he smiled.
"no, no, phil is a pain the ass. aren't you phil? always costing us money. you're the reason we have to continuously move. if you weren't alive we'd still be in manchester you're a pest" the lady and man walked out. the man turned around quickly and shouted.
"you're worthless, phil"
he then left for good, leaving phil sitting down in the seat, his head down and his arms crossed like mine. i could see his body slightly shaking.
i walked up to him to see if he was okay. dumb question, i know, but still.
"phil? are, are you alright? i saw the whole thing" i looked down and put my hand on the boys shoulder.
but oh boy, i'd hug him and kiss him if i could.
"i'm fine" he stood up and walked off. i followed after him, completely forgetting about my anxiety attack. that was the last thing on my mind.
the only question being; where was he?
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