You take a deep breath ready to face the day ahead. Your name is Phil Lester and it's gonna be your first day of high school tomorrow. You look down and sigh. Another year of pain and bullies. But it's ok your used to it. It's been happening ever since the incident. But we don't talk about it. You fall back onto your bed and examine your room. A few muse posters and lots of drawings. You drew them but a few are things are posters you find around, like anime posters. But that's rare. You somehow fell asleep, a dreamless sleep.

***next day***

You roll out of bed and look at your blaring clock.
6:00 two more hours until school. You get up and put on a blue jumper with some black skinny jeans. You slowly walk downstairs and make yourself some toast and tea. You sit on the couch and watch a few Buffy episodes before you clean your teeth and regrettably walk to school. As you approach the front of the school you groan you see some familiar faces. It's the boys that were your bullies last year and the year before. You try to sneak past but as soon as you get to your locker you hear chuckling from behind you. Shit. "Well well well, if it isn't Phil molester?"
You cringe at that nickname. You didn't do it. You. Didn't.

You did. It's all your fault Phil your a gay faggot who molests boys.

No I'm not

Yes. You remember don't you Phil?

Yes but I didn't do it! It wasn't me IT WASN'T ME.

You snap out of your thoughts. "G-guys leave m-me alon p-p-please" the boys laughed "OH LOOK he even stutters. How weak can this faggot get?" The whole group laughs. Then it happened. You feel a sudden pain in your rib cage and look over to see one of the boys you never cared to remember there names. Just faces. You feel yourself start to tear up and huddle into a ball on the ground. Trying to shield yourself from the massive amounts of kicks and threats your getting. When the boys are done one spits on you and walks away. Soon after the school bell rang. Time for class. You slowly limp to the classroom and before opening the door put on the best 'I didn't just get beaten up' face. The teacher smiles. "Phillip your just in time, would you take a seat in the back by" she looks at her clipboard. "Daniel Howell" you nod giving her a half hearted smile. You shyly walk to the back of the room and sit by Daniel. "Just call me dan" he whispers to you as if to read your mind. You quickly nod and blush. Nobody talks to you so Dan must be new. "A-Are you new here?" You whisper. He smiles showing his dimples and nods. After that you decide to let him pay attention to class. Yet you slowly turn your head to examine Dan. He has chocolate brown eyes that move at every sight and sound. Pretty brown hair with a fringe that just barely cover his left eye. He has a slender body. You get yourself out of being dazed before Dan knew you were staring at him. You proceed to have 3 more classes before lunch only crossing with those boys once getting kicked in the ribs.

***lunch time***

You walk outside sitting at the tree you always sit at at lunch. You pull out a sandwich and some juice. You say there eating your food in silence when you were startled by a voice behind you. "Hey Phil! Can I sit with you? I mean if you want." You stop chewing and nod. Dan sat in front of you smiling. "I hope we can be friends phil" Dan smiled. A sudden ping in your stomach makes you feel nauseous.

He doesn't like you Phil don't get your hopes up.

Then why is he sitting with me?

He PITY'S you. He probably just wants to break you. Just like last time.

No he's nice.

That's what you think.

"Phil are you alright??" Dan asks in a worried tone. You nod and look down. "Phil" you look up startled at the tone that he used. "Y-yes" you manage to breath out still staring into his chocolate brown eyes. "What's wrong. Do you not want me to sit here is something going on?" You look down trying not to look weak, not to cry, not to just break down telling him everything, not to hug him for actually caring.

"I'm f-fine." With that you stood up and ran. But you didn't run back to class. You started running home. You knew your mom was home. You knew you would get a call from school asking why you weren't there after lunch. But you'd tell them you were fine and you just didn't feel all to well. I'm fine.

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