Dan is one of the badest boys in the Manchester local high school whereas Phil is one of the more quite boys, however, Dan has secret...he likes Phil.
Dan would never usually go out of his way to help someone but when he finds Phil beaten half to de...
Phil and I never told anyone about 'us', but I'm pretty sure everyone knew because when we would hold hands it wouldn't turn heads anymore. Like it had become the norm for us.
It was an early Monday morning, Phil had school in an hour. I was still suspended from beating the shit out of Caspar. Early morning light peered through my window and found its way to my eyes as I slowly pushed myself out of the warm duvet. I slid on some pajama pants and quietly made my way down the hall to Phil's room. Slowly, I pushed his door open to see him still in bed, all curled up in what could've easily been mistaken for a taco shaped. Hesitantly, I climbed under the sheets with him and brought his body close to mine, I placed my forehead on his back as I wrapped my arms around his torso. His fingers intertwined with mine almost instinctively. "Phil, Phil... Lion you got to go to school so you need to wake up," I muttered while I softly pressed my lips against his back as he groaned. "C'mon Phil would you rather I wake you up or your mom?" I smirked as he sighed.
"Fine..." He slowly sat up, throwing his legs around my waist so he was straddling me. I felt my cheeks heat up as he smirked, letting his fingers trace my face. His hands quickly cupped my face and he soon sealed the gap between us. When he pulled away he smiled I blushed, "I best get dressed" He slowly got off of my lap I whined but he kept walking which caused me to smirk. Once Phil was dressed and ready for school we headed out, he said I didn't have to walk with him if I didn't want to since I wasn't allowed at school but I insisted. Mostly because; if Caspar and the others jumped Phil, and Louise, I wanted to be there to bury them myself. I kissed Phil goodbye and watched them enter the school through the gates, no sooner did the bell ring signaling me to depart from the area. I quickly called Phil's mom and asked if she wanted me to pick anything up from the grocery store since it was only a block from the school, so I went in with my list and when I came out I hailed a cab and started home again.
I had just finished putting the groceries away when I got a text. No.
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My heart started racing, anxiety mixing with my fear, boiling over into my heart. What if he came here!? What if he hurt Phil!? What if he hurts Phil and his mom!? What do I do!? Why hadn't I blocked his number!? What if he does track me down!? What if he calls the cops on Phil for kidnapping!? I quickly dropped my phone on the counter and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Pressing my back against it as I slid down to the floor. Hot tears threatening to leave my eyes as I grabbed my razor out of its hidden corner of Phil's bathroom cupboard. Slowly, I rolled up my sleeves and placed a bucket underneath my arm as my mind started to think of my dad, what he would do to me if he found me. What he would do to Phil if he caught him. I bit my lip as I slowly drug the blade across my skin, my blood slowly dripping into the bucket. Streaming down my face as I started to picture what Phil would say if he saw me doing this.
