There he is, the little shy boy
Phil Lester
He really stands out to me.
I don't know why, he just does. There are only ten of us in this class, that's probably why.
He's beautiful
That may be why as well. His blue eyes, his dark hair.
He's so perfect
But, of course, a boy that perfect isn't single
He's taken
Happily taken I'm guessing. Although sometimes, he looks so sad. Staring down at his black little note book.
So alone
It makes no sense. That perfect boy being so sad.
He has everything
A loving family
A loving boyfriend
Everything
Well that's what I thought
Until it happened
It was Monday morning
Everything was as it usually is. Groups of friends gathering to share stories. I was standing with Chris as usual. The usual stories of the unbelievable things he got up to at the weekend.
Then I saw him
I just stared, not being able to take my eyes off him. Chris soon realized I wasn't listening anymore and looked to Phil as well.
"shit, look at Phil"
"I know"
That's all I could say
"what do you think happened to him? Do ya think someone bet him up?"
"I don't know"
My last words to Chris before I walked away from him and towards Phil.
"Phil?"
He flinched
"…yeah?"
"what happened to your eye?"
He looked around, a panicked look taking over his features
"I, um. I walked into a door"
A fake laugh
"pretty silly, right?"
I gave him suspecting look
"yeah…what really happened?"
He bit his lip as he looked around, his eyes widening as he set eyes on PJ, his boyfriend, who seemed to be glaring over at us.
"I…I've got to go, bye"
He murmured before rushing over to PJ
"what's up with him? He's so weird"
Chris stated as he walked over to me. I kept my eyes glued to Phil, watching as PJ said something, no, more like threatened Phil.
Then it happened
I watched in horror as PJ raised his hand and slapped Phil harshly.
PJ was the one hurting Phil.
This happened several times
Phil coming to school with black eyes and bruises. Sitting at the black of the class, keeping his head down
He hoped no one would notice
They didn't
But I did
I just watched at first
Doing nothing
Watching him break down and cry when he thought no one was looking
'no one cares"
He would repeat to himself, rocking himself back and forth with tears streaming down his face.
I cared, if only he knew.
After I had seen him break down and cry I knew I had to do something
Anything
I moved beside him in class, offering him a small smile as he looked at me worriedly
"hey"
"hi"
"I see you have more bruises"
"yeah"
"I'm guessing you walked into a door again, right?"
He looked at me, the fear shone in his eyes as he tried to hold back tears. It was so obvious how much emotional pain he was in.
"come on"
I said softly, gently taking his hand in mine as I led him out of the classroom. I led him to the toilets, knowing it was the only safe place to be without the teachers barging in and finding us.
"Phil, I know"
Those three words were enough to bring him to tears once again. His beautiful blue eyes, giving me a terrified look
"please don't tell anybody"
He sobbed
"It's my fault, It's always my fault"
I sighed softly, placing my school bag down before wrapping my arms around him
"it's not, it's really not"
A small pause
"you're perfect Phil, it could never be your fault"
He looked up at me
An expression I couldn't place written on his face
He leaned up
And before I knew it
His perfect pink lips were against mine
Everything was perfect once again.