The Benefits Project ; phan au

11 ; A Game

#11

Anime and breakfast in bed was one of the best things in the world. Mum gave me the day off school today, the first day back after Christmas. I loved her for it but yet I hated her for it. If my year found out Phil and I had sex it is all over for me. I still hadn't made up with Louise, I still had little hope for Phil though as I was going to his tonight to do our homophobia project. I needed this day off though, my legs ached from all the skiing and a lot had been on my mind. I felt like it is my entire fault about Phil being a miserable twat around me. Ever since I said, "I think I love you Phil.". He hadn't communicated properly with me, he thought I was just saying it in the heat of the moment though. Maybe that was a good thing though?

However he was clearly not all talk when he said; "I had to do that once, before I break your heart.". I loathed him but I still loved him. My mum lied to the school and said I had thrown up and seeing as in the UK if you vomit you have to at least spend 24 - 48 hours out of school but mum wasn't letting me have tomorrow off school. I didn't blame her but I am all by myself as both my parents were at work and I wasn't actually sick so mum says I can look after myself. It was really quiet in the house though, with an exception of the rain hitting the windows like rapid fire causing me to have to turn up the volume on the TV. I finished my ugly looking toast and settled the plate on the floor next to my bed sighing, resting my hands on my stomach. My glance reached the TV before my phone beeped.

"What the fuck does everyone want now?" I moaned irritably, picking up my phone and unlocking it to view the message. I held my phone carefully before I looked at my messages. The first being from Pj surprisingly.

Dan where the fuck are you, Louise is going insane and Troye can't even get her to calm down. She almost ripped Phil's head off earlier.

I sighed, pausing Jessica Jones and typing in a reply.

Mum says I can have a day off because I feel ill from skiing.

His reply was almost instant.

We all know that's bullshit Dan.

Maybe I should've gone to school instead of chickening out... But what would I actually do in school if someone confronted me? I would probably remain silent, keeping my head low while either Louise told them to get lost or Pj made an excuse.

Yeah I know, I was an idiot and now I'm hiding in my bedroom because I'm a coward. I replied.

Dan you're not cowardly, I don't blame you for not coming into school but it probably wasn't the best choice.

Of course. Pj was always the wise one out of our group, it was just like him to say that. I rolled over in my bed, now I really didn't want to go to school tomorrow. Nor did I ever want to see Phil, I wasn't emotionally prepared to see him again. We had to be put together for a fucking project... Ha, our project was on homophobia too. How ridiculously ironic.

I sat up; switching off the TV, watching as Jessica Jones' face disappeared and turned into black before yawning, stretching my arms upwards, almost touching the roof of my bedroom due to my height. I pulled off my boxers and pulled fresh new clothes onto my body, then going to clean myself up by brushing my teeth and straightening my hair. My eyes glanced at my clock as I slid my straighteners away after they cooled down, my brown hair falling over my eyes slightly - I really needed a haircut...

One o'clock, seeing as I had slept in and watched about two hours of Jessica Jones while eating peanut buttered toast. I slid my phone into my pocket after picking up my empty, crumby plate and Slytherin mug which I had got when I went to Harry Potter Studios last summer. Honestly, I didn't give a shit that I was in Slytherin as I was in the same house as Draco and I thought Draco is pretty bad ass. I lazily strode down the stairs and into the kitchen, washing my mug up seeing as it could only be hand washed and washed all the crumbs off my plate before placing it in the dishwasher along with all the other dirty dishes my mum had told me to put in for her before she left for work. Then something clicked in my mind and I ran back up to my room, opening the drawer next to my bed - more commonly known as 'the random stuff I don't know where to put draw' - and pulled out the amulet my grandma got me for Christmas, pulling it around my neck and grinning slightly. I jogged the amulet before I read the phrase again.