Why? - a phanfiction ( danisnotonfire and amazingphil )

Chapter 3 - the project

An: just to clarify this, in no way am I homophobic. It's just really stereotypical for teenagers at that age to think its funny to be that way and it currently fits into the story well. Also, if you're wondering (probably not) I changed the cover of this story because I thought it needed more of a personal touch so I drew that:) the cover of this chapter is also a one of my drawings, I'm thinking about adding them to the beginning of every chapter, tell my what you think!:)
Please comment if you have any opinions you want to share, id love to hear what you all think! :) I can't believe this has got 100+ reads already, thank you so much for the support, it means a lot! :) -Luc
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Dans Pov:
I walked into my next class, ten minutes late. What a great way to make a good impression. The nurse said that my "injuries" weren't bad enough for me to be sent home, all though my pounding headache was telling me different.
I gazed around the classroom looking for an empty seat to take. And well of course, the only one free is next to Philip freaking Lester. I groaned internally, not looking forward to the next hour of hell I would have to endure. I sat myself down on the really uncomfortable blue chairs, I put my hand down on the weeping cut I had on my forehead. The wound that the boy sat directly next to me made happen.
"Right class, today is the day you shall be starting your projects, you will be put into pairs of two and will have to create an advertisement for a charity that you shall make up yourself. I expect you to create a leaflet, a poster and anything else you can come up with, I'm giving you a week and this lesson so if I was you I'd start now." Miss Smith announced. The majority of the class groaned at the thought.
"Do we get to pick our partners miss?" A boy with curly brown hair at the back who I recognised as PJ asked.
"Oh no, I've already planned who you shall be working with."
Another groan came from the whole class, minus me and Phil.
" okay so Sam and Jessica, Riley and Lilly, PJ with Chris, Megan with Tom, Phil and Dan, Dominic and Chelsea, Joe and Louise and last but not least Zoe with Kyle."
The only people who seemed satisfied with their pair was Chris and PJ. I certainly wasn't and by the looks of things neither was Phil.
"Right, off to work!"
I looked over towards Phil as he sighed dramatically.
"So...what charity do you want to do?" I asked him.
"wait? You actually expect me to participate in this crappy project?" He sniggered.
"Well yes considering it goes towards our final grade and no way am I failing because you're too fucking lazy" I snapped back at him.
"Ugh" he groaned "Well we could do a charity for some form of an animal shelter, that sounds relatively easy I guess"
"Good, I'm happy with that"
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*bell goes*
"Hey Phil, we really need to get this project finished so do you want to come over to mine tomorrow to make a start on it?" I asked him, pulling my sleeves down out of pure nerves.
"I guess..." He sighed
"Great, Can I have your number so I can text you my address?" I asked.
"Right, but no ones to know about this okay?" He said as he grabbed my fragile wrist, writing down his number on it. I never thought that just a touch could sent the butterflies in my stomach off as much they did in that moment. I felt massive withdrawal symptoms when his hand dropped my arm, and in no way were these withdrawal symptoms for the better.