PHIL'S POV
Who the actual fuck does he think he is.
Who the f u c k does he t h i n k he i s.
I've told Chris, ever since we were 13 that I liked Dan and what does he fucking do? He fucking kisses him, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.
What the FUCK. Kind of BULLSHIT is this? Hes absolutely out of his God damned mind if he thinks he can just walk in and fuck Dan with his tiny ass dick.
What does Dan even see in him? I mean for fucks sake, hes a kicker. So he's BARELY a football player (no offense to kickers, I cant do what they do so...sorry if I offended you) he's so disrespectful to everyone he meets. He has ZERO respect for people he sleeps with. What the fuck does Daniel Howell see in Chris?
After Dan walks away shaking his hips, I grab Chris's shoulder and push him into a locker. When he winces in pain, I cant help but to feel a bit happy.
"What the fuck, Kendall? who the hell do you think you are?"
He pushes me away and sneers,"Watch it, Lester. You shouldn't be picking fights you can't win, I mean. You can't even give a boy a kiss goodnight. How are you going to try and fight one?"
My hands turn into fists as I begin to see red, "Watch your mouth, Chris. You have no fucking idea what you're talking about."
"Did you watch my mouth, Lester? Did you watch my mouth when your little crush was shoving his tounge down my throat? He threw himself at me, like the little slut he is," Chris scoffed.
Then my fist was connecting with his face, repeatedly. At some point we end up on the ground,he gets on top of me and let's his fist fall onto my nose and I hear a loud crunch. I groan and push him off of me, sending him flying backwards. I tackle him and start punching him again while my blood mixes with his sweat.
"PHILLIP LESTER. CHRIS KENDALL. SEPERATE AT ONCE!" I hear a woman shout but I keep punching Chris's face and ribs. He brings his hands up to my neck and tightens them as I try to claw his fingers away.
Suddenly I'm being pulled off of him and he's being pulled onto his feet.
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU TWO ARE DOING? THIS IS A NO VIOLENCE ZONE BOYS." Mrs. Ramsey says gripping onto the neck of my shirt.
"Mrs. Ramsey, Phil started it. I was just trying to get to class," Chris lies while holding his side. Good. He fucking deserves it.
"What?! No. HE taunted ME! He started it, Mrs. Ramsey!" I shout and go to lunge at Chris again who clenches his fists again.
"WILL YOU TWO STOP! GET TO MY OFFICE. NOW." she shouts and let's go of my shirt, roughly.
I roll my eyes and follow Chris to her office, I hear her heels clicking from behind me and all I can remember was the day that Dan finally talked to me.
This is all his fucking fault.
If I didnt feel bad I wouldnt have went to talk to him. If I didnt try to talk to him I wouldnt have saw them kiss. If I didnt see them kiss, I wouldnt have fought Chris. If I didnt fight Chris I would'nt be sat in the principals office right now, getting lectured.
My hands grip onto the arm rests tightly as I get madder and madder at Dan, I ignore all the questions that Mrs. Ramsey asks me and sit in silence with my thoughts. By the end of the 'meeting' Chris and I both are suspended from the team for 2 weeks. We're able to attend practice but only to watch, and we're not allowed to go to games.
Which is bullshit, I'm the quarterback. I have to carry my team and this is stopping me from doing so. Fucking Howell.
Mrs. Ramsey dismisses us and right when I walk out of her office I see the one face I dont want to see ever again.
"Phil? I am so sorry I didnt think it was going to go this fa-" Dan rushes out with tears slowly dripping down his cheeks. Seeing his tears just pisses me off more, how dare he feel guilty. He knew what the fuck he was doing, now he's just being a suckup.
"Fuck off, Howell. You've done enough." I mutter, I wish it came out a little harsher but I didnt want anyone else to hear it.
"Wait no please Phil just let me ex-"
"I said fUCK OFF HOWELL," I shout at him and he jumps back scared. Good.
Chris comes up from behind me, "hey man...let's just go," he gently pushes my shoulder ahead and I turn around quickly.
"Get your disgusting hands off of me. You can kick your position on the team goodbye, Kendall. We don't need you or your slut as you called him," I turn away and walk out the front doors and speed walk to my car before anyone can call me back into the building.
Once I get into my hot car I punch the steering wheel and call my mum, so she doesn't freak out.
"Hello, you've reached the voicemail box of Kathryn Lester. Please leave your name and number and I'll call back as soon as I can, have a nice day."
I groan before the beep, "hey mum. Call me when you get this, I'm fine I just want to check in with you. Love you, bye."
Right when I hang up I hear a tapping on the passenger side window, and when I look to see who it is-I roll my eyes.
I roll the window down slightly, "do you not understand the words 'fuck off Howell'? Is it too hard to comprehend that I dont want to talk to you?"
"There's no need to be a dick, Phil. I just came to apologize..." Daniel says while situating his bag.
"I don't want to hear an apology. I want you to get away from my car." I put my keys in the ignition and start the car, ready to pull away until the passenger door opens and Dan climbs in.
I grip my wheel tightly, "Get. Out. Of. My. Car," I say through clenched teeth.
"Calm down, Lester. I just want you to listen for five minutes," he says looking into the mirror and fixing something on his face.
I stay silent, waiting for him to talk.
"Look," he turns to face me, "I was just mad you were rude during our date. I cried all weekend over you and I thought this would make you jealous...which...I was right about. But I didnt mean for it to go this far," he looks down at his skirt and plays with the hem.
I roll my eyes, "oh my fucking God. You were mad because I was rude? You don't know me, Howell. You don't know how I act, or what I go through. You don't know me at all, so stop acting like you were in love with me or some shit. You were just getting with me for the attention. Get out of my car, I'm over this."
He stares at me for a few minutes until finally speaking, "I was just getting with you for attention? Fuck you, Lester." He opens the door and slams it shut once he gets out. As I pull out of the lot I see him walking into the school, on his phone. Spreading shit he'll never understand.
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Prom Queen | phan au |
Fanfiction♡COMPLETED♡ Daniel Howell has wanted nothing more than to be prom queen, his whole life. When he bumps into Phil Lester while printing off his posters, he realizes that now there are two things he wants in life. The crown to be Prom Queen, and Phil...
