Together is enough // phanfiction

Part 43

Phil

Phil left the classroom on his own since Spencer hadn't come back to class, but he only took two steps before running into Mia. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform and her hair was in a high ponytail, sunglasses balancing on top of her head.

"Phil Lester." She grinned as she stepped forward until she was only a foot away from Phil. "You free this afternoon?" Phil felt himself turning red immediately. He didn't know what it was but something about her was very... captivating. Plus he felt like he needed to date her because he lost his virginity to her. That was how it worked right?

"Hey..." Phil walked past her, slinging his arm around her forcing her to turn around and follow him, as he'd seen Spencer do a million times with Jessica. Doing it himself felt extremely uncomfortable, it was way too forced.

"Uh... yeah... you wanna hang out?" Phil scratched the back of his head with his free hand. Mia's ponytail swayed from side to side as she walked with a certain elegance, but it all seemed very fake to Phil. 

"Yeah sure." She looked up to look Phil in the eye but he just stared straight forward, way too awkward to make eye contant. "My parents aren't home, so we can go to my place." she hopped forward and put her hand on Phil's chest, forcing him to stop walking.

She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards her. Phil just leaned forward the way she pulled him and let her kiss him. He didn't have a reason to stop her, he didn't have a reason to kiss her back so he just stood there.

Inside he could feel anxiety coming up. If he went to her house, she'd wanna sleep with him again. But this time he wasn't drunk and he knew he'd stress out way to much. He couldn't go home with her, he shouldn't. He didn't even want to.

When she pulled back she stared at him with a cheeky smile and she winked. "Uhm..." Phil walked past her again, this time not pulling her with him. She turned around quickly and walked after him. "I don't know if uhh..." Phil mumbled looking at his feet, still walking away.

"What do you mean?" she now caught up to him. "You asked me to hang out." She raised an eyebrow. She obviously wasn't used to people rejecting her. "Yeah I just..." Phil felt his voice shaking. He was actually quite scared of Mia. She was very controlling and dominant which was very easy if you had no idea how to flirt and just wanted to get laid, but if you had an opinion to express... well that's a different story.

"I just meant more like friends..." he said just loud enough for her to hear. "You know?" Phil stopped walking as he arrived as his locker, which was convenient as he didn't have to awkwardly stand beside her but he could focus on his books and pretend to be busy.

"I'm sorry. What did you just say to me?" Mia leaned against the locker next to Phil's so she could still stare him down. "Just friends?" she let out a short mocking laugh. "You're kidding right?"

Phil cleared his throat and grabbed two books out of his locker to put in his backpack. "Uhm no. Look I think you're really nice," He shifted his eyes from his locker to Mia and back awkwardly. "but just not in that way." Phil suddenly felt really hot, like his jacket was suffocating him. Mia's face was full of disbelieve and disgust.

She laughed again. "You're pathetic." Phil's face flushed red. "W-what?" He stood in an awkward position, his bag on the floor between his legs and a few books in his hands. 

"Did you really think I wanted to sleep with you because I like you in that way?!" She crossed her arms and started speaking up, which caused a few heads to turn their way. "I slept with you because the guys wanted me to and I felt sorry for you." she spat out and pushed Phil with both hands on his chest, causing him to step backwards.

"Did you really think you," she gestured to Phil's entire body, "would otherwise have a chance with me?!" she put both of her hands on her hips. Phil could feel his insides shrinking and he felt like throwing up. Was this really happening? Was she telling the truth?!

"Face it Phil. You're a fucking loser." She said before turning around and walking towards the exit of the school, her ponytail still swinging from side to side. 

Don't cry. Don't you fucking dare cry in school. She's lying. Those guys are your friends. With trembling hands Phil just shoved some books in his backpack, not caring which ones, and swung it unto his back.

Right after he slammed his locker shut he heard his name behind him. "Phil!" No no no, not now. Phil decided to just head for the door, feeling like if he would speak right now he would burst out in tears. "Phil wait." he felt a hand on his shoulder and when he turned around to see the most beautiful brown eyes he'd ever seen.

Suddenly he remembered. He remember seeing those eyes last Friday. He remembered Dan picking him up from the ground, driving him home safely, holding him. 

The tears he was holding back before now rolled down his cheeks. "Not now Dan." Phil spat out with a broken voice before turning back around and walking away.