Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 11

||Dan's POV||

Phil walks back into the room alone, closing the door and rolling his eyes. "Really sorry about my brother, he can be a bit pushy." He sighs, falling onto the bed next to me.

"It's okay, I get it." I nod, wondering what they could've said down there.

"I can't believe this was how he found out.." He whispers, making worries fly through my mind. I'm assuming he's talking about being bi. Did he not want to tell anyone because he doesn't want to be seen with me? Is he upset we kissed? "Dan?"

"Hm?" I say, visibly snapping from my thoughts.

"Don't worry, none of this is your fault." He smiles, making me calm down.

"Yeah." I trail off, my eyes feeling heavy.

"Tired?"

"Mhm.." I mumble, curling into the bed sleepily.

"M'kay." He turns off the light, crawling under the sheets next to me.

"Goodnight Philly." I mumble, draping an arm over his chest.

"Night Dan." He whispers, kissing my forehead lightly.

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"Dan. Come on, We're gonna be late!" He says eagerly shaking me.

"Mph.. Okay, okay." I yawn, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"You gonna shower or not?" He asks as my eyes adjust to the morning light.

"I guess?"

"Kay, bathrooms over there." He points to the door and I nod, trudging over to the bathroom. I take a shower quickly, not bothering to do much else, too lazy and not awake enough. I frown at myself in the mirror, running a hand through my damp hair before shaking my head and walking out. "You have curly hair?!" He exclaims from his seat on his bed.

"Uh.. Yeah?" I smile lightly, sitting next to him.

"It's cute, you should keep it like that."

"I don't know..it's a little.. eh."

"You're crazy. Its adorable."

"Do I wanna look adorable?"

"Yeah! You're like a poodle."

"Thanks?" I say, laughing.

"You're welcome, now come on." He stands up, grabbing his bag and looking back at me. I sigh, picking up my backpack and following behind him. We reach the kitchen and Phil grabs a quick breakfast for the two of us as I notice who I'm assuming is his mother, sitting on the couch, next to his brother.

"You're in a hurry today." She comments, not noticing me yet.

"Well I like getting to school early." He says, handing me a muffin.

"Who's this Phil?" she asks, meeting my eye.

"Uhm, My friend Dan." Phil says nervously.

"Oh, nice to meet you honey." His mom smiles at me.

"Hi." I wave, putting on a smile.

"We've got to get going, see you after school!" Phil rushes out, grabbing my hand and dragging me out the door. He opens his car and gets in, looking at me expectantly. "You coming or not?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah." I mutter, climbing into the passenger seat.

"Please at least try to eat, Dan." He says softly, driving towards the school.

"Okay.." I say, frowning at the muffin before taking a piece and eating it. I end up eating the majority of it, managing to not feel horrible after. "Thanks for letting me stay over."

"No problem, I liked having you there."

"I liked being there." I say honestly, his house feeling a lot safer then my own. The rest of the car ride was silent until we got to school. We managed to get into homeroom before anyone could bother us. "I hate school." I mumble, slumping down onto my desk.

"It could be worse.. It's just boring."

"No, I like school, I just hate the people at school. There's such a separation and its a lot worse when the entire world's against you." I sigh, feeling down on myself again.

"Not everyone's against you." He says hopefully.

"I'm even against me Phil." I laugh, getting anxious about having Sam come in the class.

"But I'm not."

"Stop being so nice, its sickening." I put my head down on the desk, yawning.

"Sorry." He apologizes quietly.

"I was kidding you dork." I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"Whoops." He giggles, hiding his mouth with his hands. I look up, smiling at how cute he is, and hell, I might have a chance with him too. He looks up and meets my eyes, catching me staring. I blush and bite back a smile. "Have I ever told you I think you're really pretty?" He mumbles, eyes scanning over my features.

"Phil.." I blush, hiding my face.

"You are." He says pulling my hands from my face and meeting my eyes. He leans in, our lips meeting in a kiss. "Really pretty." He mumbles, pulling away and watching me hide my face again and blushing like a little kid.

The little moment is quickly over, as a big group of bitchy kids walks in, along with Sam's group. My heart nearly stops and I move back over towards my desk, my head down. He walks to his desk, a few rows up and starts talking with Alex. I keep my head down but look over to Phil, who looks back at me worriedly. "This is why school sucks." I say quietly, praying I don't bring attention to myself.

"Just ignore em." He says quickly, as if its that easy.

"Thats not how this works." I shake my head, closing my eyes.

"Well I'm here now."

"You won't always be."

"You don't know that." He says firmly and I look at him and back to my desk. Maybe he will stick around..

"Hey Danielle! You got a boyfriend now?" Sam shouts at me, turning around in his chair and facing me.

"No." I say quietly.

"What was that? He beats you too?" He says, motioning to my bruised eye, from my dad. "Only around for the sex right buddy?" He smirks over at Phil questioningly.

"We aren't dating, not that it concerns you anyway." Phil says firmly, glaring back at him.

"I'm just concerned for the poor thing." Sam smiles with fake worry, pulling up a chair in front of us. "I mean come on." He sighs, grabbing my arm from the desk and pulling back my sleeve. "Look at that. There's gotta be something wrong with him." He says motioning to the cutting scars on my wrists. "Too much love from daddy? Not enough?" He says, gripping my wrist so hard it hurts. I just shake my head, keeping quiet out of fear. "Why do you want to die Danielle?" He asks in a taunting tone, eyes squinting at me accusingly. "Is it cause your daddy beats you? Is it because the whole school knows you're a freak? Is it because you're gay? That you're a disgusting pitiful-"

"Stop it!" I shout, pulling my wrist back forcefully and earning a lot of crazy looks. "Yeah, you're right. Does it make you feel better? You wanna add something else to that list? It's because of you too. And you have no clue what its like to be me. Yes my life fucking sucks and maybe I'm better off dead. But you're so sick and twisted that probably makes you happy. I don't care if you beat my fucking ass after school. You're an absolute asshole. You're picking on me just because you know I'm weak. And I am. I've got everything to be wrong with a person. I hate me. I know everyone else hates me too. I want to die. And you know why. But maybe, theres a good thing to come after this hell." I say, tears in my eyes as I slump down in my seat, having just yelled at Sam in front of my entire class.

"I.." He trails off, almost looking like he cares for a second. "Fuck you Howell." He says, storming out of the classroom.

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