Sanctuary (A Dan Smith/ Bastille fanfic)

4. Dan

Dan’s P.O.V

By the time I get to college I’m absolutely fuming. It takes me an hour to walk instead of my usual 5 minute drive. My sister can really be a twat sometimes. How selfish can you get? And the worst thing about it is I will somehow end up getting blamed for this. Fran will moan to my parents about how I refused to get out of bed to give her a lift to college and they will all look at me with that disapproving look on my face and wish that I wasn’t such a waste of space.

I decide to turn up to my first lesson, even though I’m about 45 minutes late. Sarah never minds anyway. She will give me some lip about bothering to turn up at all and will then get on with the lesson.

When I get to the classroom there’s a girl stood outside the door, looking like she’s waiting for something. I stare at her suspiciously. Is she meant to be in the class? I’ve never seen her before, but then again I’m not too observant. I keep myself to myself, the way it should be.

We get inside the class and as expected Sarah gives me a bit of banter about being late but she doesn’t seem too pissed off. It’s something she expects really. I go to my usual table at the back of the classroom and let her deal with the girl who followed me in.

I don’t pay attention to what they are saying until I see her walking towards me. I look around and notice this is one of the only spare seats in the room. I don’t want her to sit next to me. I like to be alone. I’ve been alone for too long to want anything different.

I make my distaste towards her clear and she seems to be getting the point, keeping her distance from me. When we’re asked to have a discussion on our tables, we both stay silent until Sarah comes along. Somehow the girl begins to ramble on about different historical perspectives and actually ends up saving my ass. I had no idea what we were set to do anyway. When Sarah walks away she immediately stops talking and sits back, folding her arms as she does so. I’m glad she does.

As soon as the class has finished I’m up out of my seat and pacing out of the room. I need to find my sister and see what the hell she was thinking when she stole my car earlier on. I stride down the corridors in search of her and end up finding her in the canteen. She’s sat on one of the tables with her legs dangling down onto the chair below her. She’s got a slutty friend on either side of her and an array of males all drooling over the three of them. It’s sickening to see. Even if she wasn’t my sister I would find her repulsive.

I bound towards her and spot her bag lying on the floor next to the table she’s perched on. Her eyes widen as she realises my anger and that she hasn’t got away with the little trick she played on me earlier. I can sense that I’m making a scene and that all eyes are on me whilst I scram through her bag, throwing out her books and papers and all the other rubbish that she keeps in there. I finally find what I’m looking for and throw the bag back at her, making sure that I hit her in the face with it.

“Never, I mean never take my fucking car again.” I spit at her before I leave the canteen. She’s got me so stressed out that all I want is a cigarette. I angrily pace across the football field, dodging groups of people sat in groups and preppy boys kicking footballs around with their shirts off. I cringe at the cliché that they all are.

I get to the opposite side of the field and my feet find their way to the familiar entrance into the woods. There’s a fence to stop us from leaving, like we’re animals trapped in a cage, but I kicked it down months ago. There’s now a small opening which I have cut down myself and I put a plastic chair amongst some of the trees so that I didn’t need to sit on the floor any longer. It’s my comfort spot, my little haven away from all of the bullshit that goes on elsewhere. My sanctuary. I immediately feel calmer just being near it and I reach into my bag to grab a cigarette. Before I get to my chair I see through the trees someone sat on that very chair.

How the fuck did she find it?