I'm A Not Girl//PHAN

Chapter 15:

Okay so this is going to be my last trigger warning so again if you could be triggered please stop reading this story as there isn't a way for me to avoid it in the plot or for the story to make sense without it, Chloe the Chameleon

Phil's P.O.V

"Lester!" A voice yells as I round the corner with the usual stench of cigarette smoke lingering in the air. Wiping my mouth I plaster on a smirk before wandering next to Caspar.

"Where's Ollie?" I mutter pulling a cigarette close to my lips. Honestly I hate the taste but I got to fit in. I can't let it happen to me again.

This goddamn brown eyed boy is driving me crazy. I put up all these walls and I won't let him smash them. Plus I've only known him a few days, I dread to think what would happen if he was here long.

I've always known I was gay but I sleep with girls just to kinda reinforce the whole I'm straight bad boy thing. However I dont have feelings for Dawn. As if I could have any feelings towards them.

Inhaling deeply I blow out a cloud of thick air. I know its killing me slowly. But slower than the past. Slower than being slammed into lockers.

No dont think about the past Phil. Dont do it.

"Oi Lester" coughed Caspar looking over at me with his usual devilish smirk. Confused I look over at him to see his eyes filled with what you could describe hunger for destroying innocent lives.

"You know our favorite little pastel princess," he begins dragging out the vowels in most words as he usually does.

"Yes I do, now spit your words out mate" I reply sarcastic my narrowing my eyes at him. Almost regretting it until he laughs.

For some reason I now feel very territorial around Dan as if I should stick up for him but whenever he's around personally I just yell. Stupid conscious mind.

"We all wanna know what's in Dan's pants and £150 says you find out" he replies with a smirk and putting out his cigarette with the already stained brick wall.

For once I dont know what to sat so rather than speak I sit in silence as I think of the possibilities. I guess I've always wanted to get close to Dan without them finding out.

The boy who's always sad. The boy who's always crying or sobbing. The boy who's wrist are littered with cuts due to my behavior.

"Deal!"

Coughing I put the cigarette back between my lips before leaning my head against the back wall.

~le timeskip~

Bored I tap my pencil against my desk drawing the attention of an unpleased art teacher. "Phil can you please stop messing around and carry on with your project" a loud voice says.

Jumping slightly I look up to see Miss stood right in front of me frowning. "If you don't stop I'll have to sit you next to Mr Howell"

Eyes widening I scoff at her before picking up the pencil and scribbling on the blank paper. As soon a so look over at Dan I regret it. The poor boy looks terrified. This is going to be difficult.

Nodding she walks away over to Dan and those other faggots called PJ or Chris I think. Chewing on my lip I soon become absorbed into my work.

Mindless scribbles take over the page not really in any direction. We have to draw something we think is pretty but I dont really have that mindset so i guess I'll stick to scribbles.

Approaching the end of the lesson I finally look at my page before my eyes widen...

I drew him...