A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS! This chapter will probably be shorter, or not. I'm not sure. It would probably work best if I actually finished it.
I tried! I don't think it's that good but then it's all up to you guys!
I love your comments, every single one of them. My 2012 has ended brilliantly thanks to you and now my 2012 has started great too! –Sniff-
I'll just get back to the whole writing part now.
CIAO FOR NOW!
Phil's POV
When I saw Dan's face, I was instantly confused. Although he looked up at the big brute, Steve, with disgust he turned and his face softened into an expression new to me. It was daunting if I was honest.
"Just leave him alone," I heard him sigh, still breathing quite heavily from the run he'd just participated in, "Aren't you tired yet of using him as your human punch bag?"
Steve turned to look at him incredulously whilst the others too turned to stare at him, "What's your problem Dan? Don't tell me you've changed your mind about what's right and wrong or what, have you fallen for the little queer?"
This conversation had certainly kept the others of my case and I used the time of freedom quickly to stretch my legs out surveying the worst of the injuries. My ribs were sore but not broken, my head ached and ached but I was still alive right? A few bruises and cuts but that wasn't too bad. But it's not over, I have to remind myself continuously, Dan won't be able to save you no matter how many times he promised me yesterday.
But Steve's question captivated me and if I were honest I was craning my head to hear Dan's answer. Not that he would say yes or anything of course. I just wanted to see how he would get himself out of this one.
He looked up at me, those puppy like brown eyes locked onto my own. An apologetic look flashed across his eyes and I gave a slight nod. Of course he wouldn't save me, what did I expect?
"I'm just bored" I heard him mutter as he turned towards the other whilst turning his back on me, "He's no more fun."
"I agree!" A small girl with long ebony hair and blue eyes called out, smiling with strain at Dan who just ignored her.
"It's not old," Steve grimaced, sounding adamant that he was right, almost exasperated, "it's not old, it's right! We're teaching the fag a lesson! Don't you see that this all has a reason?"
He glared at the pair making the girl back away looking terrified and Dan just stood there looking up at him in an almost heroic position. With a small smile forming on my cut lip I looked up and could have sworn I saw a golden aura around him.
Too bad he stepped away allowing Steve to come and continue his previous fun.
Coiling myself up into a small ball with my chin tucked onto my knees and my arms wrapped around me, I prepared myself.
Dan's POV
Every urge of mine wanted to jump on Steve's back and beat him and scratch him until he was the same mess that Phil was in currently.
He walked over towards Phil, looming over him. Phil's small voice picked up within the jeers "please". His fist rose above his head and was sent down crashing through the air to hit Phil.
And I think that was what pushed me. Literally.
It all went in slow motion.
It was suicide and I knew it.
But I saw Phil in pain and... and I had to; I couldn't let him hurt Phil anymore.
I just grabbed his large fist and everyone's jeering just stopped. The adrenaline however gave me enough strength to thump Steve's chest pushing him straight into the wall. Considering the guy is 6,2" and twice my mass it was a relief not to have broken into a thousand tiny splinters against him.
I guess all good things come to an end however and the adrenaline spell broke when he punched me. Hard. In the stomach. Leaving me to coil over from the pain of the impact.
"I should have known you were a fag like him!" He spat at me raising his fist again.
"Oh just stop it!" Becky cried, "We need to go, the bells going to go and the old git of a teacher will give me another detention if I turn up late again!"
And so with that miracle they all dispersed, not without each kicking either me or Phil, who was quietly lying on the floor, or spitting at the both of us.
It didn't take long for us to be alone again. Groaning and clutching my stomach I slowly sat up poking Phil to try and get him to sit up too.
"Wow," I frowned, "Wow, wow. Is it always this painful?"
"You get used to it," He sighed sitting up next to me rubbing his sides.
I looked up across to him. It might just have been me but he seemed different.
"I can't believe you did that though," Phil continued pulling me back from my thoughts. "You do realize that they will kill you now right? Everyday, you're just like me now. You're as good as a fag now."
I groaned holding my head in my hands, "Not really, no. I didn't think at all."
"Thanks" He said awkwardly. Thoughtfully he stayed silent for a moment and then looked up at me again, "Are you alright though? He looked-He looked pretty pissed. It was a pretty good punch by the way."
I laughed dryly "More like a thump really. It was real masculine on my part I know."
He laughed, more like a weak chuckle but it suited me just fine.
He then looked up again, his eyes widening and started to crawl slowly towards me, "Hey, you're bleeding!"
"I am?" I asked startled as he leant in closer.
He gingerly reached for his sleeve and dabbed at my lip gently with it, "It's okay, I got it."
I paused and then asked immediately without thinking with a small smile on my face, "you mean you trust me now?"
"I do."
A/N: Well howdy there again. Thanks for reading! I love you all and it's very late (or early I guess) So I shall stop here.
It's beginning to look a lot like luurve!
Ish.
CIAO FOR NOW!