A/N:

Hey guys! So this is my first phanfiction! –Insert fearsome noises- Please be open minded, starting a story is a lot harder than it sounds especially for me! I will try and upload faithfully! But I think I should get on with the writing so a review would be amazing!

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Chapter One

He was asking for it really. He shouldn't have been walking so close to where we stood when all the teachers had made themselves scarce. He should have realised that this is where we lurked before the lessons and it was his stupidity that made me want to cry out.

Walking slowly he trailed across the floor with his chequered rucksack hanging loosely over his shoulders preparing himself for his next class. It was too bad we were going to ruin it.

"Oi fag!" I heard Steve beside me call out, instantly he snapped his face towards where we stood, his pale skin draining of even more colour making the previous bruises more obvious.

I leant against the frame of the wall grimacing at the sight of the boys fear whilst the others looked on with exhilaration egging Steve on.

"Please" His lips formed, "Please"

It was pointless. Every time he said the same thing and no one listened to him, no one but me but I never did anything. I watched. Sometimes I joined in. I had to, you see. Don't think of me like that!

I saw the boys sleeve roll up slightly revealing similar long cuts up and down his arm, some old some new. He looked down at his arm and then looked up at me, his round blue eyes pleading, locked onto my own brown ones.

He wanted me to save him, to take pity and to stop the others. A sharp pain passed through my upper arm reminding me of the similar scars and the reasons why they appeared. His eyes were still locked on mine.

"Look at his face!" They guffawed; I pushed myself to give a small laugh. Small and obviously fake to myself.

"Oh Dan" One of the girls piped up, "He's definitely got his eyes on you! Look out or you'll be just like him! All disgusting and worthless!"

/No homophobia on my part, it's actually really hard to write this! /

"I think he needs a lesson, don't you?" Steve asked to no one in particular menacingly crackling his knuckles, his face stone cold and his eyes glaring down at Phil's pale one.

This had to be my least favourite part.

His rucksack had been knocked firmly out of his hands before I had even a chance to react.

Without making a noise Steve had lifted Phil firmly against the wall.

"You deserve this you worthless little freak." He hissed spitting in Phil's face whilst the others cheered on.

I watched Phil's face flinch from the impact of the words, "Every bruise you earn" Steve continued with a cruel grin pushing Phil back into the wall with a hard smack on his head, "Every impact we make. You deserve it. Every little one of them is because you're a fag and you should go die in a hole." A small tear rolled down his cheek.

A loud smack left Phil with a bleeding nose and a groan of pain, another hard punch left Phil doubled over clutching his stomach. Each punch, each cry of pain made me want to run forwards and save him. But I couldn't.

The jeers became louder and Steve, bright red with the effort of each hard punch, kept going. Another few more punches and some of the previous cuts on Phil's arms were beginning to bleed again. He looked up, his nose bleeding, his eyes swollen and with them blue eyes he beseechingly looked up at me.

"Oi Dan," I turned to Steve immediately wordless watching his malicious grin "Looks like he wants you to have a go."

Without saying anything I took a small step forward and gasped when Steve bluntly dropped Phil from his raised position letting Phil crumple to the floor with a large thud.

I turned to the small crowd, they grinned back at me. With a gulp I closed my eyes.

"What's up Dan?" Someone yelled.

"Do it already!" Another one called out.

"Hurry up, I want a go beating the shit out of the fag,"

A jeer began, "Do it Dan. Kick his senses out."

I looked down at Phil and I could see it in his eyes that he knew I wasn't going to save him. Another tear fell from his eyes and he cowered as I loomed over him.

"Please" He whispered.

I kicked him. My foot connected to his stomach and he cried out as he curled up into a small ball.

A loud cheer ran through the crowd and I felt myself pushed back into a wall as the others went up to give him their fair of a beating.

I closed my eyes feeling a tear fall down as I remembered his face when he realised I wasn't going to help him.

More hits, more kicks, more cries of pain. They relentlessly continued until one of them decided enough was enough.

"We gotta stop now or we'll kill him,"

Steve spat at Phil's shaken position, "One disgusting little fag less won't make any difference,"

"Leave him be" I spoke up, "for now" I added quickly under their surprised glances.

"We've got to go anyway," Becky added and reached for Steve's arm dragging him away from Phil. They all quickly dispersed leaving me and Phil behind.

He groaned clutching his head as he stood up slowly wiping his blood from his nose onto his already soaked sleeves. I stood up slowly and when he stumbled over and fell back onto the floor with a grunt I offered a hand towards him. He looked up at me with an ugly look on his face leaving me to keep my hand out awkwardly whilst he stood up without my help.

"You might want to see the nurse about the erm," I helplessly pointed out the many injuries on Phil. He glared back at me.

I looked down, disappointed but also angry with myself, of course he wouldn't want to be anywhere near me especially after that.

"I'm sorry," I whispered hardly audible even to myself. With shock I realised he'd heard and was looking up at me frowning.

"No you're not," He replied and with a grimace of pain he slid down to sit on the floor clenching his stomach.

Without thinking I went to kneel by him, he didn't look up at me, "Why are you still here?" He gasped and began to rub at his stomach groaning occasionally, "Why aren't you with them plotting how to kill me or brake me further?"

I didn't have an answer, not one that he would like anyway, "I'm not like that" was all that I replied flatly.

He laughed without humour and then groaned again.

"I'm really not!" I cried frustrated by his assurance of me and what I was like.

We stayed silent for a few minutes.

"Why are you still here?" He asked again and with that I realised that I hadn't properly answered him before.

"I wanted to make sure you're okay. Are you sure you don't want to go to a nurse or something? You don't look in good shape."

"No thanks to you" He snapped.

I paused, "I know I deserve that alright? Can you stop snapping at me for a moment and let me check that you're okay!" He stayed silent at my tone and let me fuss over finding a tissue for him to mop himself up with.

"If they saw you, you'd be killed" He spoke up from the silence and turned to look at me curiously. "You gain nothing from being with me, comforting me, trying to help me."

I frowned and concentrated on his bleeding lips, "I couldn't have left. I didn't help you and that was wrong of me. This is the only way I feel I can even attempt to make it up for you."

"Thanks" And then he stayed silent again.

"Can I help you home or something? You look too broken for school and if they found you again" I broke off shuddering slightly.

"I don't think I'll be able to drive. Or walk either actually."

I stood up and reached for his arm, "Let me. It's the least I can do."

He slowly and painfully reached up and took my offer leaning on me as he limped towards the car park slowly. I even think that when I climbed into the car I could see his face light up with a small smile. Not a real smile, but not a frown or a look of anger or distrust.

A/N: I'm going to leave it here but I'll upload as soon as! I apologise again for the repetitive awful language used. I hated it but I needed to make the bullies look as bad as they could and this was how I could do it. On a lighter note please review me, PM me or message me on twitter! JustVictoriaa_

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