Phan stories

Locked In

Dan dragged his feet along the corridor floor as he made his way slowly to the changing rooms, those awful rooms. He was and always had been that one pupil that never really had any real friends. He got on well with all of his teachers and would sometimes even stay with them at lunch in fear that someone would try to take his food away from him or hurt him. He was willing to work with people and talk to them if they were just as keen, if they didn't make an effort then why should he?.

Dan wasn't one of the muscular and fit boys that played football, or any sport really, which made him the odd one out in his class as even the girls looked better than him. His small hands pushed open the door and he was met by the laughter, jokes and insults many of the bigger boys threw at him. But he was used to it, the only reason he turned up to PE these days was because of the student teacher they had, Phil, he was doing work experience for a month or two and Dan had formed a special bond with him. Dan very rarely actually participated in PE as many of his classmates were rough and would take any excuse to hurt him but the head teacher didn't question his sudden love for it and wanted to encourage him as much as possible, maybe that's why Phil was still there.

On this particular-day Dan sat alone in the corner of the changing rooms trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

Why were people so mean?

Why did people care so little?

Why did some people even bother to care?

He didn't know who but someone threw their shoe at him, it had bounced off of his head and landed next to him. Had he have been confident enough he would've thrown it back or flushed it down the toilet but he couldn't even bring himself to do that. He just wanted someone to be there for him in times like this, someone to stand up for him, to tell them no. And that's where Phil came in. If he witnessed any of the boys, or girls, so much as look at Dan badly he would tell them off, and that's what Dan loved about him. That and his beauty. He knew it was wrong. Wrong to love his teacher. But they were similar ages and he was the only one who had ever showed him any kindness.

So after the class had ended and everyone left to head off to their next subject Dan refused to leave, he was scared he would break or shatter from the continuous verbal abuse. The silence the changing rooms brought him was something he hadn't heard in a long time and it brought him some comfort, leaning his head back against the wall and shutting his eyes he took a deep breath finally able to relax a little.

That is until he heard the door open and he instantly tensed up. He hid his face and awaited the insult that was bound to come. But it never did.

He looked up and he could've cried when he saw who was stood in front of him.

Phil.

"Are you ok?"

He said sitting down next to him, leaning against the wall, making sure to leave a space between them. Dan looked over at him with watery brown eyes and gave him his answer immediately.

"Tell me what's wrong"

Phil said opening up his arms with a smile, Dan didn't hesitate he moved along and cuddled right into Phil enjoying the warmth it brought him.

"Everything"

Dan said quietly as he nuzzled his head into Phil's neck. Feeling Phil tense up he moved himself away and muttered a quiet 'sorry'. But to his surprise Phil pulled him back into a tight hug that made him forget, in that moment, how lonely he was.

"I'm sorry they bully you, that they don't see what I see in you."

Phil said softly, leaning his head against Dan's with a sigh.