The Delinquent // Phan AU

Chapter 13: The Delinquent Who Loved

<{*Dan Howell*}>

Don't get me wrong, Dan did love cake, he just didn't trust a bunch of snot-nosed Year 7s. He didn't want to know what kind of shit they could put in those things, and a school bake sale is an easy way to bring weird-tasting crap into school right under the teacher's noses.

Dan didn't want to go to the roof this lunch - something told him that wasn't right, that he should be somewhere else. So, instead, he just wandered around the school.

He passed the hall where the bake sale took place, the sweet smell of cookies wafting through the air. He kept walking.

"H-Hey, Dan?" A voice called from behind him.

Dan turned to see a girl with curly ginger hair and deep blue eyes. A small boy cowered behind her, clearly terrified of the tall teenage delinquent.

"What do you want, kid?" Dan grimaced at the pair.

"W-We made you a cake.." The girl held up a chocolate cupcake nervously.

Dan had to admit, it did look absolutely fantastic, but he wasn't hungry.

"I appreciate it, but I think I'll pass. I'm not in the mood for a cupcake right now." He said bluntly, turning and continuing down the corridor.

Dan dug through his pocket for his phone, checking the time.

5 minutes until class.

Up next for Dan was Drama, which he was always late to. Since he was on the first floor and on the same corridor as his class, he decided to take another trip around the school.

It would be around 5 minutes into everyone's class by the time Dan got to the third floor. Sometimes, he forgot how big the school really was, but he also forgot just how long his legs were. So, to conclude, Dan was able to get around the massive school quicker than anyone else because of his noodle legs.

Dan felt weird. His stomach churned and his palms began to sweat - as if he was extremely anxious.

But there's nothing to be nervous about...

Dan walked down the corridor, a nerve-wracking pep in his step. He turned a corner, confused to see Phil.

'Isn't he supposed to be in Geography?'

He watched as Phil wobbled around foolishly, as if slightly tipsy after drinking.

'What the hell is he doing?'

Phil began to cough, loudly, clapping a hand over his mouth. Before Dan could call for him, he dropped to his hands and knees. Something was spilling from his hand and onto the floor.

Phil was coughing up blood.

'SHIT.'

"PHIL!" Dan screeched, rushing to Phil's side and kneeling next to him.

'What the fuck do I do what the fuck do I do WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!'

The Year 11 canteen is down the hall..

Dan leaped up and raced towards the cafe doors, bashing them open in one short motion. The room was empty, the cooks had gone, and it was a race against time.

As quickly as humanly possible, he ran towards where the napkin dispenser was, jumping over tables and knocking over chairs and bins. Grabbing as many as he could in a single second, Dan sprinted back to Phil.

"Here, here, here!" He repeated, sitting Phil up from his position and covering his mouth with a couple of napkins.

He got Phil to hold the napkin in place while Dan wiped his hand free of blood. Then there was the floor...scrap the floor, the floor can wait.