Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 3

Dan manages to pull himself out of the bed in the morning, having fallen asleep a mere 2 hours before. He was dreading having to go into that school and get weird looks the entire day. It was the first day of his Junior year, and he knew he'd have to suffer another two years in that hell hole. People hated him, and he forgot the content of his classes after the tests. What was the use anyway?

It was days like this that made him wish he wasn't alive. He pulls on a hoodie and jeans and grabs his bag, stuffing his phone in his back pocket. He rushes downstairs, noticing his mother is no where to be seen, and probably won't be back for a few days, or weeks. He doesn't bother to grab breakfast, not that food mattered much to him anyways these days.

He hops on his bike and rides to the school, wishing he could skip, although he knows with his father's irrational behaviors, he'd be as good as dead if he did. Once he gets to the school, he parks his bike in the front and walks through the large gate. His feet drag across the dirty tile as he walks to his locker, grabbing his things and walking to his homeroom class.

Once inside, he sits at his desk in the back and waits until the bell rings. His eyes grow wide when a group of populars walks in, Phil in the middle of them. Wonderful, the one person he thought that might be a friend is with them.

He puts his head down, hoping that Phil doesn't notice him. But how could he be lucky enough for that?

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In Phil's case, he drove to school, ready for the day. Once he walked through the heavy doors, people had already grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into their group. Although he didn't want to be there, he wasn't going to be rude so he played along. These people weren't really his type, so he just stood there, nodding and laughing along with them. Really, he just wanted to see if he could find Dan. If the boy even went to that school.

He stands in the group of kids who seem too cool for him. He's never come close to being 'popular' not that he'd ever even want to be anyways. The group begins gossiping and telling him about the people in the room.

He stands there nodding and looking around the room at the almost full bars. His eyes land on a bright red bar and notices the same wavy brown hair from yesterday. Dan.

"Oh, so you've noticed the freak." A blonde girl, Taylor, snickers. She wraps an arm around his, ready to gossip again.

"Huh?" Phil asks, not really listening to her, too focused on the boy from yesterday, and the alarmingly red bar above his head.

"Oh yeah, don't go near him. I heard his parents are abusive and he cuts himself or something like that. Real freaky shit." She sighs, the words breaking Phil's heart in the process.

How can something so horrible happen to such a sweet boy?

"I think he's actually pretty nice.. I met him yesterday." Phil mumbles defensively, now knowing why Dan might say those things about himself. It makes Phil's stomach turn in knots. The world is always the most cruel to the best kinds of people. He would know first hand.

"Okay, sweetie I'm doing you a favor. If you want to survive around here, do what the rest of us do. Ignore the weirdo. Okay?" She says strictly, holding him by the arm.

"Uh.." Phil stutters, blinking at the shorter girl before pulling his arm back. "You know, I think that's pretty rude."

"Well, yeah it's rude. But, do you really want to be caught with him?" She asks, laughing like it's some joke.

"Maybe I do." He snaps, frowning at her. "Would that make you not want to speak to me too?"

"Well yeah!" She says like it was obvious. Phil shakes his head, disgusted that people could be like that.

"Then, I don't think I should be around you guys." Phil says softly, trying not to sound too rude.

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes, walking back to her group of friends. Phil sighs, wondering if the entire school is like that.

His eyes flicker to Dan, who already had his eyes on him. Dan turns his head almost instantly, blushing furiously. Although instructed otherwise, Phil walks over to Dan, sitting at the desk next to him.

"Hey." Phil smiles, putting his bag down and leaning over towards Dan.

"I wouldn't talk to me if I were you." He mumbles, looking down at the desk.

"Well, Dan, you aren't me. And I happen to want to talk to you." Phil says firmly, now wishing to earn his trust more.

"Wouldn't you rather talk to them?" Dan asks, gesturing to the group he just left.

"Why would I? They're so rude." Phil states, both of them looking to the group of popular kids.

"I don't know, they're better then me." Dan frowns, feeling down on himself. Why wouldn't he? Everyone else seems to think he's the worst thing that's happened to humanity.. How does anyone expect him to think differently?

"That's your opinion, not mine." Phil says, making Dan's cheeks heat up.

"Okay.." He says, covering his cheeks with the sleeves of his hoodie. "But.. There's no point in hanging out with me." He mumbles softly, thinking he won't be here long anyways. The plan is to end his life before this week is over. It'd cause people so much less trouble.. Himself especially.

"Why are you so against making friends?" Phil wonders, noticing his closed off actions and the way he attempts to push others away.

"I'm not, I'm just confused as to why you would want to talk to me. Nobody does that." He chuckles sadly, looking down and trying to stop his heart from beating so fast. Social anxiety. School causes anxiety in general, then add people speaking to you, and its a wreck.

"I actually think you're pretty cool."

"Hah, sure. I'm not gonna tell you to go away or anything so." He chuckles, shaking his head.

"I'm glad." Phil says as the teacher starts to talk to the class. Phil keeps my eyes on Dan although he's looking up at the board. Phil silently wishes there was an easier way to get through to him. The teacher stops talking and everyone is dismissed to the next class in a few minutes.

"Do you have your schedule?" Dan asks, looking up at Phil expectantly.

"Uh, yeah." He mumbles, picking the folded paper from his pocket. Dan grabs it and goes through it before handing it back to him.

"Lucky me, I've got all my classes with you." He sighs, picking up his bag as the bell rings.

"At least I won't be completely confused as of where to go." Phil says hopefully, standing up and walking behind Dan.

"Just follow me." He says grabbing Phil's wrist so they don't get caught up in the sea of people in the hallway.