Maybe it's enough - Phan (Completed)

Secret Exchanges

Hello, I'm sorry you've had none of this for like ages... I'm sorry I have no other excuse other than I thought my writing was awful and stopped all together. But here, next part.

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Dan's POV.

Chucking my coffee cup into the bin outside class, I stumbled into History among the rest of the students, all cold and tired from the early start. Although it wasn't early at all. I looked up from my muddy sneakers to be greeted with a mop of ebony, resulting in a small smile to creep onto my face. It took me a while to realise what I was doing, but eventually plastered on my usual serious expression, subconsciously walking over to my seat yesterday.

I stood by my table, staring at Library boy as he scribbled down a small phrase under my messy hand writing. I kept a slight glare, only because I couldn't sit down and my feet were beginning to ache, however I thought it would be rude if I was to move the boys rucksack myself. So instead, I stood there, staring at the ebony haired male until he was finished with his message back to me. Library boy frowned after a moment or so, and so I began to talk, more like order indirectly.

"Your bag is on my seat." I stated, pointing to his bag with my index finger, to which his eyes followed.

"Oh I'm sorry." He whispered, and his head dropped slightly in a way that was so cute yet scared I wanted to hug him. However I took the concept out of my mind and sat down in my now empty seat, leaning my arms on my desk and correcting my posture. I turned my head slightly, to see library boy staring at my arms, a glazed look on his face. He realised, and turned his head up to look at my black expression before darting his head back, a small blush rising on his pale complexion. I'm not going to lie when I say this, but I think he's cute. The way his nose crinkles slightly when he doesn't understand or something is bothering him, his eyes that you could so quickly get dragged under by. His deep black hair that completely clashes with his white skin but in the way that makes you look hot and sexy. And I found all this out with the quick glances I managed to take at him before he stood up gingerly and walked to the front of the classroom.

I watch as the teacher winks at him and his body weight shifts uneasily from foot to door before turning and shuffling out of the classroom. I sneer slightly, annoyed that our teacher made him feel so uneasy. What was I thinking? I don't even know this boy. And I don't like him like that. I take the opportunity when library boy is gone to scribble down a new sentence underneath his neatly placed writing, clicking my pen shut and turning back, just before the male himself walks back into the classroom. He looks red and flustered, but I'm not going to ask nor worry about what he was doing, as I'm sure it's probably the fact it is warm in here and much colder in the corridors.

Library boy sits down, almost immediately noticing the writing and as he read it, a frown appeared on his face. He looks up to me, the same confused expression on his face. I smile slightly at him, waving my hand from under the table.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked quietly, keeping my voice low as the class itself isn't as loud as yesterday. He nods uneasily, before writing one word next to my name, much neater than my handwriting.

Phil.

I smile slightly, taking his pen from his hand, to which he flinches away quickly, retracting his hand to his lap under the desk.

I'm sorry for what I said yesterday.

He looks at me then at the table then back up at me. And then he smiles. I've never seen something so beautiful. My heart melts a little and I just stare at him for a moment too long before he turns away and writes again.

It really hurt me. But it's okay now.

And with that my heart hurts just because I knew I was right and I hurt Phil, more than I was meant to. But he forgives a guy who said he'd fucking beat him and that's all he knows about him.

Half an hour later, the bell goes and both me and Phil have had to use our saliva to clean the desk of our talk. Phil had suggested hallway through that we use a pad or something but I refused, as the desk seemed to be our place of writing. I didn't find out much, but he seems nice and he's willing to talk to me. Which is a start.

I pack my bag and swing it over my shoulder, before fixing my hair and watching Phil. He moves slowly at first, his rear end showing to me to which I smirk and am so tempted to just slap but that would be rude and inappropriate as I barely know the guy. He turns a minute later to smile at me, his eyes gleaming.

"Would you like to go to the library? I mean it's quiet..." I suggest, pointing in no direction, chewing on my bottom lip. Phil nods, leaving the classroom with me trailing behind, staring at the way he walks.

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I will try and update regularly but I'm sorry if I don't please don't kill me I know this is awful.