Your shorts are short and I like it

2: Princess

Phils pov

I stormed into the room I would be sharing with another boy. Because of my short fused temper and my hostile approach to everyone, Professor Sprout put me into a room by myself for these past 5 years because of that.

I was now going into my sixth year.

People called me a "punk" and a "rebel". I wasn't. I just listened to good music and had run out of fucks to give.

Yeah, okay. I was a punk and rebel then.

I put on Good Charlotte when I reached my side of the room after pacing in the centre of the room. I turned up the music full blast and slammed the door shut.

I then grabbed my weights from my trunk, pulled off my shirt and changed into jogging bottoms that hung low on my hips and started to work out, the sound of my huffing and puffing masked by the heavy bass blasting through my humongous speakers.

It went on like this for half an hour or so until I forced myself to stop and put my weights away, grabbing a towel and rubbing my sweaty, muscly abdomen down.

I heard someone try to get into the room, so I turned off my music and helped out the person, jogged over and yanked the door open, causing a blur of baby pink and curly brown hair to rush past and slip in the floor, causing the blur to fall on their ass.

I starting laughing, tears brimming at my eyes at the sight and circumstance. I heard a snivel and I immediately swallowed my laughs.

I was trying to be calm and as unthreatening as possible to the small angel crying and turning red on the floor.

I placed my hand on their shoulder and asked if they were okay, they responded in a melodic voice that their butt hurt.

I asked to see it and they stood up, their legs quaking from fear, I assume, of what I would do to them.

I stood behind them and let my eyes trail lazily all over their body. Damn, that's a nice ass. My breath hitches slightly at the thought of what I would do to it if I got the chance.

That was when they turned around.

Holy shit.

They're an angel.

They smiled with the blush still coating their cheeks. "Hi. I'm Dan. I go by he/him."

I smiled back. "Phil, he/him" I responded, then slid out of the room, hoping my raging boner wasn't visible.