𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ➷ ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟

. 11 .

Dan's P.O.V.

My feet softly hit the pavement. I stare down at them, curls slightly falling in front of my face. My sweater sleeves fall over my hands, causing me to have sweater paws.

Today I had on a light pink sweater and a pair of white jeans. I loved wearing pastel colors, it just made me happy. I didn't care what other people said. I do what I love. I can't change who I am, might as well make the best of it.

I'm so used to this route I barely have to think where to turn or cross the road. My muscle memory just takes me there. I was also quite happy today because it was Friday. That means I had a whole two days all to myself after school.

I stop myself, scuffing my shoe. I look up at the school building. I pause my movements to sigh deeply before walking in.

Before I can step through the door, I feel someone tug on my arm, preventing me from going in.

I turn my body to see who it was and immediately shrunk back.

Jackson is stood there gripping onto my arm. Two of his 'friends' are stood behind him. Felix Miller and Trevor Johnson.

"Wh-what do you want, Jackson?" My eyes flit between the three of them worriedly, my confidence wavering.

"I want you to learn your lesson! No one disrespects me! Especially not a freak and faggot like yourself! He yells at me.

I bite my lip and try not to let the tears fall. I'm so weak, both emotionally and physically.

He grabs the fabric of my sweater and rams me up against the wall. The previous bruises I had sending arrows of pain up my back. A few tears I've been trying to hold back fall from my eyes.

Felix and Trevor smirk as they surround me from all sides.

"Now listen here you little shit. I don't know who you think you are, or why you think that little punk Phil is going to scare me off, but you need to learn one thing. No one just gets off the hook. Especially not some faggot like you!" Jackson yells in my face.

"B-but I didn't do anything. I don't get why you're being so mea-"

"Shut it, Howell! It is taking every fiber of my being not to just snap your arm in half right here. I won't just because I know you and your stupid ass would saunter right up to the principal and tell him exactly what had happened."

"Can you p-please let go of me?" I whimper.

Jackson stomps on my foot and I let out a squeak. He looked like he was literally going to do a J.D. and explode.

Phil's P.O.V.

I lean against the back wall of the school, smoking a cigarette. I had my headphones on, listening to muse and tapping my foot to the beat.

I put the cigarette to my lips and inhale deeply, before taking it back out and flicking it to the ground and stomping on it. I let out a puff of smoke.

My music pauses for a moment to go to the next song, giving me a chance to hear somebody yelling.

I furrow my eyebrows and take my headphones off my head. I stuff them in my bag, which I left on the ground.

My eyebrows furrow as I turn the corner of the building to see Jackson, along with Felix and Trevor, in a little group.

Jackson had someone pinned against the wall and was obviously very angry with him. His scowled facial expression along with the yelling just gave me bad vibes.

"Oi, Moore! Miller, Johnson! What are ya doin' mate?"

"Lester. What do you want? Come to help this faggot?" Jackson spat.

I approach the situation to see Dan getting shoved against the wall by Jackson, Dan looking scared half to death.

"You really should get a life, Jackson. High school bullies never turn out to be something great in life." I tauntingly approach Jackson, standing over him.

Jackson slowly lets go of Dan, dropping him and gives his fulls attention to me.

"You're not gonna scare me off this time, Lester."

"I can throw a hard punch, Moore. You don't know what you're asking for."

"So can I, Lester."

Dan's P.O.V.

Phil has fire in his eyes as he stares down Jackson. Jackson has his fists clenched by his sides. Phil walks forward, going to punch Jackson.

I rush over and put my hands against his chest, trying to push him back.

"Stop fighting!" I say with all the courage I had.

Everyone looks at me with surprise. Trevor steps forward to pull me back, obviously wanting to see this fight ensue. Phil glares at him and Trevor steps back.

I retract my hands and let them drop down by my sides.

Jackson smirks and pushes me back.

"What a pussy. Scared someone might get hurt, Howell? That's life."

"Don't talk to him like that." Phil says, and you can hear the hatred radiating from his voice.

"Why shouldn't I, Lester?" Jackson turns his head toward Phil.

"He doesn't deserve it. He's done absolutely nothing to you! Your just a stuck-up jock daddy's boy."

"Excuse me?!"

"Yeah. You heard me. Your just a nobody trying to get a life by bullying people into thinking they don't deserve their own."

"Well, your just a punk who uses that whole facade to make it look like your tough! When in reality, you're not tough at all. This conversation is over." Jackson turns around, bidding Trevor and Felix to follow.

Phil and I stand alone after they stomp off to probably go bully some other poor kid.