Will You Hold My Heart? - Phan

Chapter 7

 Phil

We walked inside the classroom and were immediately greeted to the calming smell of paint and clay.  

I curiously look around the classroom to see that there are rows of desks with chairs to match. The buzzing sound of a low chattering filled the air as many people were hanging out together and talking about things that I was unaware of.

And it had stopped almost as soon as Dan and I stepped inside. 

I heard them whisper rude remarks about me in voices that were just barely able to be perceived.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but he looks kinda weird."

"Why is he dressed like that?"

"Haha that flower crown is so lame. What kind of boy even does that?"

"I know right? He looks kinda gay."

"Ew he doesn't belong here."

"Disgusting."

I felt a tiny pang of pain inside of me and pick at my sleeves in uneasiness. They're practically the same as the people that hurt me before. Squeezing my eyes shut, I lightly shake my head so that it doesn't get to me like it did a long time ago. It's starting to happen once more.

I take a scan the unfamiliar classroom again. All of the desks were pretty much occupied by random people I didn't know. Crumpled up, unfinished sketches and broken pencil bits littered almost every inch of the floor near the trash can. 

At the front of the room, there stood a short woman with glasses who I assumed was the teacher standing in front of a huge whiteboard that stretched along that entire wall.

She began to walk towards Dan and me. Her hair was loosely tied in a sloppy bun behind her head and her glasses were at the bridge of her nose.

"Hello, boys!" she said in a cheery tone. She smiled at us. She seems nice enough.

"Hi, Mrs. Thomson," Dan said.

I looked at her, slightly confused.

"Oh that's right! You must be my new student!" Mrs Thomson grinned. "What's your name again, sweetie?"

"Phil." I shyly said.

"Phil!" She spoke as if it was the best thing she had heard all day. "You seem like you know Dan already."

"Yeah.."

She thought for a bit. "You can sit there in the back next to Dan." She pointed to two empty seats in the back of the classroom. One of them was probably Dan's.

"Okay. Thank you, Mrs Thomson." I gave a slight smile.

I glanced over at Dan who had begun walking over to his desk. I walk to catch up with him.

Suddenly, I see a huge gang of boys with weird hairstyles who were crowding around a desk. How would so many people be that interested in one person? I stand on my toes to see who it was they were infatuated with.  

My eyes spot a familiar pile of disgusting curly red hair.

And I almost throw up.

Marcus is in our art class. 

My eyebrows wrinkled in disgust and my eyes went wide as soon as I made eye contact with his. 

"HEY!" He yelled, standing up so abruptly that his chair nearly fell over and startled the people around him. His eyes were piercing mine as he looked at me with a devilish smile on his face.