Confronting Phan

Chapter 1: Secrets and Numbers

The ravenette could sense the fatigue in his legs, as they began to shake underneath him; all he could manage was pale fingers wrapped around the top of the door.
He shook with every minuscule action, wincing as nausea hit him like a wave, and he collapsed on the cold floor, emptying his stomach contents into the toilet.
Phil really regretted coming to school today, he hated it. With every inch of his being.

He hadn't eaten in four days, and even the littlest bites of any food, would later be purged. His body had been deprived of any nutrients, and all he wished for was to go home to bed.

But no, his choices had been limited when he awoke this morning. With his parents strict and clever, he couldn't pass a single lie with them.

Endeavouring strength, the teenager stood-with great difficulty of course- and stammered out of the bathrooms and into the busy school halls. Except, this time is wasn't busy. Everyone was in their separate classes.

Oh well, he had the whole day to anticipate, why grow uncomfortable now.

Dan laid in bed, sound asleep without a care in the world. That was until his eyes fluttered slightly and he saw the clock on his wall.

He definitely was late for school.

Running out the door, not able to stop for breakfast or pack a lunch, Dan ran to the school with much speed.

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He had made it this far without being caught in the halls in the middle of a period, that was until he saw two teachers rounding the corner.

Thinking quick, Dan jumped in the nearest doorway.

The male restroom.

As he waited, Dan heard and awful noise. It was ghastly and coming from one of the stalls.

Within seconds, before Dan could investigate, a boy ran out the door. So quickly that he didn't notice Dan.

Following the mystery boy into the hall Dan planned to confront him.

"Hey." The boy jumped at his words.

The now petrified boy froze, his blood running cold.
Had this new appearance seen what happened just a few minutes before? Shit.
Did he knew he was throwing up?
Questions ran threw his mind, drowning out the sound of the other male's small statement.
He heart-beat quickened, his breathing becoming panicked.
'Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.'
He felt dizzy. And extremely nauseous.

Before his thoughts were brought to coherence, Phil span around to face the owner of the voice; rapidly being met with beautiful brown eyes that shone. Any trace of his rational mind had completely fled, and was left gaping at the stranger.

"I said hello." Dan said waving his hand in the other boy's face. "Shit."

Another teacher seemed to be sounding, her heels clicking against the floor. 'Why weren't any teachers in class?!' Dan wanted to scream.
He dove back into the restroom, pulling the boy in with him. Neither threatened to move as the tap of heels clicked by.

Once it was silent again, they realized that they were extremely close. Too close.
Both jerking away Dan watched this new personal that was just in his personal space.

"I'm Phil.." The boy whispered, putting a face to the named.

"I'm-" Dan began but was interrupted.

"I know."

You see, this late coming, rebellious boy, also happened to be one of the most well known teenager of their small town.
He went to all the parties, wore the coolest clothes, while still staying on the +80% honor-roll.
Also, Dan has done some somewhat- unholy things with the opposite gender that are frowned upon and unspoken of.
Coming from a broken home, he got his aggression out in anyway possible.

Awkwardness slowly crept into the room as Dan watched Phil brush at his bangs. Phil had a pink tone, creeping up his neck, over his ears, and brightening his cheeks.

Shaking his head wondering what the heck he'd gotten into, Dan grabbed the boys arm and scribbled on his phone number, making a mental note of the numerous scars.

"You." He pointed at Phil even though they were close again and the only ones in the room. "Call me tonight. Don't you dare forget."

Dan had no doubts that Phil would just forget a thing like that, it's very rare to get his number, more precious than gold in this school; but, Dan added the firm threat anyways.

Leaving Phil, Dan got to his next class, unnoticed, and mind racing.

Phil shook in fear, trembling at Dan's eagerness. If he didn't have ego, that's some pride.
"I-" the raven-haired male was about to protest when realization of an empty room dawned on him. "Oh..."
He was alone again. Again...his stomach knotted and twisted and bolted for one of the stalls.
Once again, he vomited his brains out, his throat raw and soar.
He hadn't even eaten today, so all it was was excess stomach acid.
Gross.

He wiped his mouth with a damp sleeve, and crystal blue eyes widened in fear as that Dan-boy probably saw his scars. 'Fuck. Hell no.'
Mind on high-alert, eyelids slid shut over pale optics, in pure vexation.
He was fucked. Totally fucked.

He scrubbed at the number with soap and water, cringing as the cool water stung his cuts. "Dammit." voiced his thoughts aloud, he flew down the flights of stairs and out of the building, considering that was his only option, meanwhile panicking at the maximum.
His pulse and breathing pattern was anything but regular.

A/N: OKAYYYYY, there is the first lovely chapter! ^^