Sorry I haven't uploaded this story in such a long time. I honestly forgot it existed until some lovely person left a review and I got a notification.
So without further ado, my first Phanfiction continues.
Is it weird that I don't ship Phan, yet I'm writing about it?
8 a.m. Maths. Who decided that maths was a great class to have at 8 a.m. No one. Maybe the sadistic fucks who run this place, but definitely not me.
It has been about a week since I'd talked to Phil. I was stupid to leave it at that, but I doubt he really wanted to help me anyway. Nobody gives a rat's ass about me but me and even that is questionable.
He seemed nice enough though, like maybe he could care if I gave him a chance to. Since that note, I have started stepping outside of my own world to look into the real one. I only do it to spy on Phil; otherwise, I retreat back for good. He didn't really have a group of friends. He was a bit of a loner I guess you could say, but he was friendly with everyone.
It turns out we had almost every class together. In every class he had someone to talk to if he wanted, but he seemed to always stay to himself. If everyone liked him, why would he be alone all the time? If I had friends rather than bullies, I sure as hell would come out of my world more.
Some things are rather peculiar about him. He's quiet when he is around people. It seems he tends to stay off to the side a bit, laughing when everyone else laughs, putting his two cents in once in a blue moon. He seemed to never be the center of attention.
He fiddled with his black fringe when he was uncomfortable, or he would lightly tap his foot. His eyes would space out frequently, his concentration null and void. When he would come back to reality, his eyes would twitch, his arms folded across his chest and he'd slightly hold himself until he'd shake his hair out to fiddle with it. He was a very intriguing person.
Ring.
End of maths. Everyone around me stood up, gathering their things and walking to the hall. Conversations fill the room, slowly quieting down until all that's left is I in my chair. I hate this school. I hate these people. Why am I here? Why am I wasting my time with this? Why don't I just go?
"Are you alright?" A soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned my head to the left slightly and saw a lanky, unkempt body before me. The uniform in front of me was disorganized. The shirt was not tucked in and the tie was not on straight. I looked up to find the body belonged to Phil. He had a half smile on his face as he looked at me. His left hand held his books while his right played with his hair.
"Are you alright, Dan?" Phil asked again when I didn't respond the first time. His facial expressions were changing from happy to concerned at this point.
"Oh. Yea. I'm fine." I attempted to clear my throat before speaking, but my voice still cracked at the end. Stupid Dan, I can't even talk to people correctly. I couldn't help but blush though. The first time someone actually acknowledged me for something other than to shove me in a locker and I ruin it. I'm such an embarrassment.
I quickly put my head down to start gathering my things. I threw my books into my messenger bag and stood up quickly trying to maneuver my way around the guy who was still standing next to me.
"You don't have to run away from me." I stopped right outside the door, but didn't turn around to face him.
"I'm not running away from you. I just can't be late to my next class again or I'm fucked." I heard small footsteps and the rustling of desks behind me. Phil was definitely anything but graceful.
"I know you're not fine and I know you aren't going to class. I'm not stupid, Dan." I turned around to see him fiddling with his hair again. Why the need to do that constantly? Was it his nervous twitch? What is he nervous about?
"Clearly you don't know me. Stop pretending you do. I'm fine."
I left before I could hear him reply. I walked to my next class, but by the time I got there, the bell had already rung. Late. Well there's no point in going in now. I don't need more eyes on me. They'll all realize I'm frazzled. They always know when I'm weak and preying on me is their specialty. So instead I made my way to my locker to exchange some books. I walked up to a nearby side door, looking around to see if anyone would notice. I took the plunge. I walked out the door and continued down the path until it wrapped around to the front gate.
Home free.
"I told you I wasn't stupid, Dan."
