Speak to Me

1-Run In

~Phil's POV~

Stepping into my new school, seeing all the unfamiliar faces, it made me tremble in pure terror. The anxiety that filled my body day in and day out the way it was, had heightened by a large amount. I kept my eyes to the ground as I walked towards the office, thankfully, it wasn't too far from the main entrance. So not much searching and being the obvious new kid. He opened the door and gave the nice-looking lady a small smile and walked up.

"I'm guessing you're Philip Lester?" She said and typed on her computer and walked over to the printer next to her desk.

I nodded, biting on my lip softly and tapped on the wood of the front of the desk as she handed the paper to me. I took it and read it over carefully and sighed.

"Here is your schedule, your first class is maths, and it's just down the hall on the left." She explained her hands moved as she talked.

I nodded again in acknowledgment and gave her a thankful smile turning and stepping out of the office when I collided into someone and felt my whole body light up with what kind of felt like sparks shooting throughout me.

"Hey watch it!" The voice angrily spat out at.

I stepped back quickly and took deep breaths and looked up at the boy. He was just a few inches taller than me, he had a dark fringe much like my own, but his was brown, unlike my own jet black. He stared down at me with his chocolate eyes and I swear my heart skipped a few beats. I didn't think human beings could be so flawless. But if I looked up perfection right now, his picture would be there and I may or may not be staring at it forever...

"What's the matter?" The unnamed man had said giving me a small shove, the people around staring, some giving small snickers, "Can't speak? Don't know how? Fucking freak."

Before another word could be said someone walked over and grabbed the boys arm, "Dan knock it off," he said to him pulling him away quickly as he could.

I stood there in a shock and swallowed the lump in my throat I started to head back to where the office lady had told me to go for my first class. The boy, no known better as Dan, still wasn't leaving my mind, even if he was horrible to me for that brief second of interaction. That feeling that shot through my entire being, it was a good feeling, no, more of a perfect feeling and much more. It's like I didn't feel hurt or scared and that everything was okay. But that shouldn't be how I felt. I should feel just like I did before, with those kids from my old school, how they all pushed me around and talked to me just like that.

I arrived at the door that my class was in and slowly stepped into the room and several pairs of eyes turned to me with confused looks, they obviously haven't gotten word of the new kid yet. A few girls in the corner started giggling to themselves and whispering amongst each other sneaking small glances towards me as I walked to the teacher, Mrs. Anderson.

"Phil? Is that what you go by?" She smiled sweetly. She looked like the most cliche of teachers ever. Her blonde hair pulled back, wearing a light pink matching skirt and blazer top, red lipstick lined her small lips. Cliche.

I nodded softly and rocked back on my heels awkwardly and looked around at the empty seats.

"Take the one next to Chris in the middle there," Mrs. Anderson said pointing to the empty seat by the dark haired boy talking with the boy, wait I knew him! The boy the Chris was talking to! That's the guy who pulled that Dan away. I felt a small shiver run through me thinking about him yet again. I slowly made my way over to the desk and sat down looking straight ahead. I jumped when I felt the tap on my shoulder. I turned slowly and brushed the hair from my eyes.

"Are you the new kid Peej over here was telling me about?" Chris asked leaning over slightly towards me.

I nodded slowly and turned to the side and looked over at him and pulled open my notebook and clicked me pen, 'Yeah, my name's Phil,' I held the notebook out for them to read and tapped my food nervously.

"I'm PJ, and this is Chris," PJ said and gave a smile, "Pardon me asking, but are you unable to talk?"

I nodded slowly, looking at my lap softly, expecting them to laugh or make a joke, but nothing seemed to come.

"What do you have?" PJ asked him curiously, "Sorry you don't have to answer that..."

Phil nodded and wrote on his paper again, 'It's alright, I have progressive mutism according to the doctor my mum makes me see sometimes...'

PJ nodded, "Oh and sorry about Dan earlier, he's actually not that mean once you get to know him, he's just in a pissy mood today."

I nodded, not sure what to say about Dan, he still found it hard to believe someone so beautiful could be so harsh.

"Want to sit with us at lunch later? I promise I'll keep Dan calm," Chris smiled.

I smiled softly at him and nodded to him as an answer and wrote on his paper, 'I would love to, thank you.'

Chris and PJ both gave a smile to me, comforting me slightly in my state of anxiety, and turned to the front when class had officially started.

Three classes later, I headed to the cafeteria with PJ, the three of us had checked and had every class with at least one of them, except for one, my study period, but they said Dan was in that class however, I wasn't sure whether to be happy or terrified about that at the moment.

I had boughten myself some food from the line and sat down across from PJ and Chris at the table, laughing at the jokes they were cracking to him. It was different to be accepted by people, everyone usually laughed me. They always said I was a freak for being different. I ate at my food writing things every so often on my paper to chip into the conversation.

"Um what the hell are you doing in my spot?" I heard the familiar voice snap from behind me. I slowly turned my head and looked back at Dan, my breath hitching at his beauty again.

"Dan just sit down and shut it, he's sitting with us, he's our friend," Chris said to him and rolled his eyes.

Dan sat down next to me, pulling out his lunch and taking a bite from it, "What are you serious? Befriending the freak with no voice now are we? Well just because he's your fri-ow!" Dan cut off and yelped, reaching under the table and grabbing his leg, gotten himself kicked most likely, "PJ what the hell?!"

As Dan spoke I looked down at the table feeling my eyes start to well up at the old phrases. I sat watching as PJ stood up walking over to Dan and whispering in his ear before going and plopping back down.

"O-Oh.." Dan stuttered out and stood up, "I'm not hungry anymore, I'll see you guys later..." He quickly gathered his things and walked off.