[COMPLETED] soft boy//phan (1)

Six

phil

the next day of school rolled around and i was nervous, to walk up to dan and to act like nothing happened. i shouldn't have been because he was the high school freak that literally no one wanted to talk to. i rolled my eyes and just walked into the classroom that i was going to be with dan in.

i sat down next to carson and he didn't look at me, just continued clicking his pen and i rolled my eyes. "what the hell, man. i didn't do anything wrong. it was that psycho bitch dan."

he finally turned to me and sighed, "i know phil, i just can't wait to get my hands around his neck and choke him until he turns purple and faints."

i cross my arms. "dude it was just your bag, what did you have in there anyways." i asked him.

he bit the inside of his lip and shut his mouth. "carson, what the fuck was in there." i pushed again. he didn't even open his mouth before the bell rang and the rest of the students came inside with the teacher. i swore under my breath as i saw dan sit two seats in front of me.

before someone would steal the spot behind him i moved up there. he was dressed in another girly getup with a pastel pink skirt and a white sweater that covered it, not to mention he was just wearing long white socks.

of course just like yesterday, his hair was pulled in front of his face, i could tell from the way he was angrily tugging at it and swearing under his breath.

"everyone take out a piece of paper and write a short story to practice your english and spelling. turn them in before class ends." the english teacher said as she sat down and pushed up her glasses as she stared like a person in a trance at her computer.

i took out a piece of paper and turned around to meet carson's gaze. he nodded slowly as i turned back around and ripped a small piece of paper and wrote on it.

come to tanner prancy's party tonight with me?

i slid it onto dan's desk and he turned to look into my eyes for a moment before turning back to look at the paper. it took him awhile before he wrote an answer and passed it back to me.

like a date? i'm not gay

i huffed and scribbled down words.

not as a fucking date you moron. i'm not gay and even if i was I wouldn't be into you. anyways just come with me, come to my house at 8. address is 1434 albert street.

i slid the paper back to dan, staring at the swirl in his hair that had me dazzed. when i got the paper back i noticed the address was gone which meant he ripped it off.

damn, don't gotta be so rude about it. and fine.

I smiled and rolled my eyes as i turned to look at carson and i nodded, showing him the part of the paper that Dan accepted. i wasn't ready for tonight at all.

-

the rest of the day dragged on and on, and finally i was rushing home with carson. we went into my room and i went into my closet as he sat on my bed and grabbed a cigarette from his bag and lighting it.

"dude don't fucking do that in here. if my Mom smells that i'm grounded until i graduate." i snapped, not turning around as i continued digging.

i could hear the bed creak as he stood and walked over the bay window and opening it up all the way, "there you happy you goddie goodie." he said and chuckled.

i didn't answer as i grabbed a button up shirt with zebra print and black skinny jeans, closing the door and throwing them on, unbuttoning the two top buttons.

"can't wait to beat the shit outta that kid again." he said and sat down on the bay window.

"why are you doing it again if you already did?" i asked. i know that if we get caught dan was going to rat me out because i was the one that asked him to come here. i didn't know why carson didn't just do it himself, probably because dan would have definently said no.

"because i wanna get him good this time. break a rib, dislocate his arm, break a hand or a leg. i wanna do something that he would remember with his miserable life." he spoke and puffed out a large cloud.

my stomach got caught in my throat as he said these words. i was definitely not gonna let this happen because i know that dan is going to tell and it will be all my fault and I'm going to lose this school that I'm going to because i'm not  going through that whole torture again. i couldn't and i can't.

i didn't say anything and i just laid back, waiting until eight where dan would be picking me and carson up from my house.

"i swear to god if dan shows up in girl clothes i'm snapping his neck." carson growled, interrupting my thoughts and i shot a glare at him.

"no killing the fucking kid just because you're mad that he almost got away with your drugs." i snapped.

"oh so you're now defending dan? i thought you were my best friend, phil." carson said and stood.

"carson I didn't mean it like th-" i started before i was cut off with him grabbing my hand and putting out his cigarette in my palm, feeling the light burn.

he made his dramatic leave as he walked out and slammed the door shut behind him and left. i rubbed my eyes harshly with my palms. "fucking hell!" i yelled as i stood up and punched the wall repeatedly.

i can't believe that, the friend i've known for years, a boy who was never mad at me, has left my house because i defended a kid i didn't like instead of him. i was such a shitty friend and now he was gone.