[COMPLETED] soft boy//phan (1)

Three

dan

i was almost asleep when I struck my head up to the dismissal. i closed my drawing book and leaned down to grab my backpack when i was suddenly swatting at air. "what the heck?!" i exclaimed, frightened. i looked quickly do the door when I saw carson exiting. i stood up and tucked my drawing book under my arm, growling and knowing that carson had my backpack.

i stood up fast and grabbed the remaining things i had with me. that backpack means a lot to me and if anyone ever saw what was inside i would literally die. wes, it was just some old drawing books my mum never used and yes, i did draw some creepy ass shit in those because i thought no one would ever see. and now my things are about to be spilled to the world. i got up and stomped out of the classroom, trying to see if carson was still in the halls and hopefully not in his classes yet.

i didn't show any emotion, which was odd even though I never did but i felt this hot thing running in my blood and i didn't know what it was. when the crowd in the halls started fading and i was almost the last one left i decided just to go back to my next class. it was pointless and i was never going to find my things, they were gone. forever.

through the rest of the day i couldn't stop tapping my foot or my pen. it was longer than i expected, probably because i didn't have anything to distract me from what just happened. yes, i got all good grades because i studied for hours when i got home from school. it's just that my parents don't know about me drawing, because when i told them that i wanted to have a career in art, they yelled at me and told me to do something productive with my life. so they threw out all of my drawing things and ripped up all of my art drawings. besides the one of me and the one that looked strangely like phil. phil...

the bell rang for the end of school and i quickly stood up to go to my locker. maybe someone found my backpack and knew it was mine so they decided to stop it off at my locker. on my way there i saw carson in a hall no one used anymore, it was dark and faded with classrooms no one used anymore. i saw something strange at his side and i clenched my teeth together. i was right, he did have my backpack.

"hey!" i yelled at him and he turned his attention to me.

 "what the fuck you want, shrimp." He said as i walked up to him.

 i didn't say anything as i have him a glare and knelt down to grab my bag. "what the fuck dude?!" he exclaimed and grabbed me by my collar, pushing me into the wall. 

"that's my backpack bumbass!" i yelled at him and tried to pull away. "you're thinking wrong bitch, and don't think you can talk back to me." he said and slapped me hard across the face.

i punched him quickly after that and he let me go with a yell, "fucking bitch!"

i scrambled to my feet and grabbed the bag, that i was positive that was mine, and bolted. he chased after me quickly and pulled me down by the back of my shirt. "let me go!" i yelled and fought against him as he climbed on top of me.

"think again before you run off with my things!" he yelled and started punching me, repeatedly. i winced, yelled, and tried to pull him off me but it was no use. he was too big.

so i just lay there, trying to hold my hands over my face, and waiting for this all to be over. a warm liquid fell over my face and i instantly knew it was blood which made me more frantic. "hey! what are you doing?!" i heard a teacher yell from the halls. carson stood up, grabbed his bag and ran, the teacher starting to chase him and she turned to me quickly and said, "go home quickly."

i stood up, blood blurring my vision, and started slowly making my way to my locker. my backpack needed to be there, i didn't want it anywhere else. after i made my way up three floors, i walked down the long corridors with the lockers.

and there it was.

sitting right against my locker was my backpack. as i knelt to my knees and into a sob, i opened it and looked through it all to see if anything was missing. nothing was thankfully until  got to my last book, looking through it carefully.

and then it hit me.

The drawing of me and phil was gone, completely gone. did carson take it to give to phil? probably. i swung my bag over my shoulder and cried more as i slowly walked home. hoping my parents weren't home.