A.N. Firstly, I'm going to apologise. I'm so so sorry that it's been almost a week when I was on daily uploads! Basically, I was ill which is why I was writing because I didn't have school but now I'm back at school and I work all weekend and I'm a massive supporter of procrastination and I kind of just keep putting writing this chapter off. I'm sorry, I know I'm a terrible person! Hope you enjoy this chapter and remember to leave a review and favourite if you like it, keeps me motivated! :)
Chapter 5
Dan's POV
I sat in the back of the classroom as always. I hoped that Phil was going to choose to sit next to me again, after all he sat there yesterday. I don't really know what it is about him, but he just seems interesting and from the brief talk we had last night in Starbucks, I think we'd get on really well. Although there is something secret about him, if we're going to be friends, I'm going to have to do some digging. My thoughts took over and I didn't even realise that Phil had come in the classroom and sat down next to me already before he interrupted them.
'Hey' he said, making me jump slightly.
'Oh, hey. J'eez are you always that silent, I didn't even notice you come in!' I said, slightly laughing. I looked up and noticed a bruise on his face. That definitely wasn't there yesterday. 'What the hell happened to your face?'
'Erm, oh that', he said touching his swollen eye 'it's nothing. I'm really clumsy and I walked into a door. It's not as bad as it looks though.'
'Oh right, okay.' Either he genuinely did walk into a wall or he is a really good liar, but that didn't look like a door mark. It looked like a fist mark. I decided not to push any further on the matter as I could see he was getting uncomfortable. 'So, what are you up to after school?'
'Me?'
'No, the wall.' Sarcasm dripping from my remark, 'of course I mean you!'
'Oh, well, nothing I don't think.' He said, nervously.
'Do you want to come round to my house then? We could play Sonic or something?' Mum wasn't going to be home until late and she wouldn't mind someone being round.
'Yeah sure, that sounds good.'
The bell rang, sounding the end of form time and the start of lesson 1. We got up to leave.
'Great! Do you have Mr Kirklee for maths period 5?' I asked.
'Yeah, I think so, is that your lesson too?' he responded.
'Certainly is, see you then, unless I see you around at break or lunch?'
He nodded as he walked off to lesson, I had English, and I had no homework. This was going to be a great lesson, not.
I walked through the hallway alone. I hated lunchtime as there were always so many people in the halls and there was such a high chance of walking into Jackson or Peter. Jackson had always been a dick to me and for no apparent reason. I managed to avoid him most days but that didn't stop me from being scared to walk around the school. I could see them both walking my way. 'SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT' I thought to myself. 'Quick, turn around now, maybe they haven't seen you.'
'HEY DAN! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?' Peter's voice ran down the hallway. People didn't turn around or think that anything was wrong. He sounded like a friend calling out for a friend, only I could really make out the malicious tone in his voice apparently. I turned around, if I didn't it would only make it worse.
'Hey Peter.' My voice toneless.
'How abouts we go for a walk to the toilets hey? We haven't had a catch up in a while' he placed his hand on my shoulders and directed me towards the door opposite. This was not going to be fun.
As soon as the doors closed behind Jackson, Peter threw me against a wall with a fist against my stomach. The wind blew straight out of me.
'We've seen you talking to that new kid in form. Do you like him Dan?' Another blow to the stomach when I didn't answer, this time from Jackson.
'No' I coughed. Peter still had me pinned up against a wall and took this as an opportunity to hit me again. I wasn't going to win either way.
'Lies. You love him. I've seen the way to stare at him you queer' He dropped me to the ground and a curled up to protect my stomach. I received a kick to the side.
'You're so pathetic. Just accept that no one likes you. I don't know why you don't just kill yourself.' Another 3 kicks and they left me curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor. Fuck. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I wasn't even gay. Tears streamed down my face as I thought of what I could have done to deserve no friends and misery. I remained on the bathroom floor for the remainder of lunch, praying that no one would walk in. When I heard the bell signalling the end of lunch I pulled myself out of my shell, using the sink as support, splashed water on my face and made my way to lesson hoping no one would notice my inability to walk upright.
