Social Anxiety Strikes Again

A/N: Please don't criticise me if I get some of the things wrong in this Chapter, I'm no expert on the topic. You'll discover what I mean when you finish reading this part of the story, otherwise you'll have no clue what I'm talking about.
Thanks and enjoy ☺️

Warning: Angsty and fluffy

-

I quietly made my way to Biology, only looking at my feet, avoiding any eye contact with any people who happened to glare at me as I passed them.

It felt horrible.
I felt like an outcast.
I was already disliked by the majority of my class mates, I didn't want it to get worse.

I hadn't even seen Chris or Pj yet, who knows what they'll think about me after hearing those atrocious rumours.

I just hoped and prayed that nobody would speak to me during the next lesson; I didn't even want to talk to my friends.

I heard the bell ring for the beginning of 2nd Period, so I jogged up to Dr Hayes' classroom and silently entered the room without disrupting the start of the lesson.

I slipped into my seat next to Chris, biting my lip and hoping he hadn't heard about the rumours.

What am I saying?
Of course he has.

He's the fucking gossip guru of the school but in male form.

*Mentally shoots self with a nerf gun*

Shit.

"Psst, Dan", Chris elbowed me whilst Sir began to take the register, "What's up with this Phil thing?".

HE FRIKKIN KNOWS

NOPE

CANT HANDLE THIS

Huge bag of nope

// flies out classroom on a nimbus 2000 //

"Mm what?", I coughed, trying to act oblivious.

"No talking whilst I'm taking the register, it must be silent for legal purposes", Dr Hayes shouted, staring at Chris and I like he wanted to rip all the organs out of our pathetic torsos.

Thank you, oh holy one.

Now I don't have to answer Chris

Frick yeaaass

I began to daydream and stare out of the window as the teacher read out the names of everyone in the classroom.

Hnng

All I could think about was him-

"Daniel", Sir called out my name for the register.

"Phi- Here sir", I yawned. Phil was permanently stuck in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

"Phihere is not a word in the English dictionary, Daniel", Dr Hayes protested.

"But Fasterphil is", Toby chuckled half way across the classroom, "that's Dan's favourite word".

"SILENCE", the teacher yelled at Toby, spitting with fury.

"Try tell that to Dan when Phil and him are at it", Toby roared with laughter, toppling backwards, "You can't stop this Daniel from Howelling".

"GET OUT", Sir bellowed at Toby, pointing firmly towards the door.

"Worth it for the lols", Toby cackled, stumbling out the door.

Everyone had their gaze locked on me.

My face was flaming red and my heart was thumping alarmingly fast.

"Dan, are you OK?", Chris asked, patting me on the back.

All this unwanted attention was beginning to make me feel nauseous. My vision blurred and I felt my stomach fizz with an unpleasant taste rising to my mouth.

"Please may I be excused-", I raised my hand before running out of the classroom to the toilets.

-
20 minutes later
-

I woke up after what seemed like an eternity.

My memory was fuzzy and I felt like absolute shit.

I clenched my stomach in pain as I felt it ache viciously.

I checked my surroundings and I seemed to be lying on the bed in the medical room with Chris by my side, playing on his iPhone.

"Oh hey, you're awake!", Chris smiled kindly, trying to raise my spirit.

"W-what happened", I stuttered, putting my arm across my head.

"You collapsed on your way to the toilets", he replied, frowning, "The nurse said you had a mild panic attack".

"Sweet Jesus", I gasped, "Why did I feel sick then?".

"Must've been the stress I suppose. Now I know what you meant when you said you get very weary around lots of people, you demonstrated that well", he sighed, "Are you feeling any better?".

"Mm, I guess... Can you get Phil?", I asked, "He has Chemistry but I don't know which room he's in".

"I'll find him, no matter what it takes", Chris announced, before saluting me and marching off to the Science block.

My mates are goooood.

Within 10 minutes, I could hear the sound of sprinting footsteps coming towards me, getting louder and louder as each second passed.

Eventually, Phil entered the Medical room, panting heavily.

"Hey-", he breathed, "Are you- okay?".

Phil walked up to me, gently wrapping his arms around my weak body before uniting our lips.

"I am now", I giggled, stroking his hair fondly.

"Chris told me everything. I was so worried that I felt slightly sick too", he whispered, sitting beside me and caressing my cheek.

"I'm good now though", I smiled.

"Are you gonna go home?", he asked sadly, obviously not wanting me to leave.

"I'll do whatever it takes to stay here, with you", I squeezed his hand, making him blush.

-

After another hour spent in the medical room with Phil, the nurse said I could leave the building if I felt it was necessary but I decided to stay in my lessons until the end of the day, only if Phil accompanied me in all of them.

Of course, she couldn't say no, so Phil protected me for the last few hours of the day, just in case I felt a bit dizzy again.

-
At the end of the School day
-

"We survived!", I triumphed, raising a fist to the sky.

"You really found it that hard?", Phil asked.

"My dic-? Oh", I blushed, "It's just, mostly everyone was being a cow today".

"Moo", He replied with no context.

Well, OK then. O_o

"What?", I snorted.

Phil just shrugged and reached for my hand.

"You're so random", I laughed.

"Good", he said, until we were interrupted by the chanting of a gang of lads behind us.

What the fuck?

"Look it's the Queer Crew", Jack shouted at us, spitting his gum at the floor, "No-homo Howell and Fabulous Philip".

Phil looked at me as I returned a glance to him.

We ignored Jack and continued to walk on.

"Don't pretend I'm not here, you twats", Jack yelled, kicking a can at us.

"Nobody wants to speak to you, Jack", Phil spat, turning around and rolling up his sleeves.

GO PHIL!
KICK HIS ASS!

"Ooh, what you gonna do? Attack me with your on-the-go bottle of lube?", Jack snickered, putting his fists up, "Fight me, Lester".

"Leave him alone you scumbag", I butted in, towering over the two of them.

Being tall was great if you want to intimidate someone.
Just simply stand there and they'll scurry off like a pussy...

Hopefully...

"Nobody asked for your input, BFG", Sam joined in, leaping from behind Jack and punching me in the stomach.

Hey, that's gonna bruise-
Oh god, I can feel the vomit again...

"I don't feel so well", I said to Phil, clenching my tummy.

"You definitely won't once we're done with you, Howell", Jack kicked me in the shins, causing me to fall to my knees in pain.

"Weak bastard", Jack laughed, turning to Phil and delivering a punch to his chest.

Ooh, that's gotta hurt.
At least it wasn't his crotch that got damaged otherwise I'd no longer be a bottom...

I can't imagine that x_x

I tried to stumble to my feet until Sam stomped over again, pushing me to the floor, "Take a seat and enjoy the show", he roared, making me land on my backside.

Oh no-
My buns.

Phil jumped onto Sam, punching him multiple times in the Jaw as Sam screamed in pure pain.

I even heard it crack.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwweewewew

"FUCK YOU", Sam whined, holding his Jaw as it began to heavily bruise.

"LAY OFF SAM", Jack shouted, pushing Phil backwards, causing him to fall on top of me.

He landed on my lap and immediately stood up (his butt went in my face when he did this but it was a good view).

;]

"COME AT ME", Phil hissed, kicking Jack in the crotch whilst Sam tried to stomp on my feet, making me scoot backwards.

"BLOODY HELL", Jack screeched, punching Phil in the arm, making Phil's eyes water up.

I could've swore he was about to cry any second but he held back the tears by biting his lip.

"OH, DID I HURT THE LITTLE CRY BABY? I'D GIVE YOU A PACIFIER BUT YOU HAVE DAN'S DICK TO SUCK ON", Jack howled with laughter, grabbing Sam by the collar and dragging him off.

Finally, they'd left.

I looked up at Phil who was examining his arm where a bruise was forming from when Jack punched him.

"I'm sorry", I said to Phil, tugging on his jeans as my eyes began to flood with tears.

"No, no, no, why are you apologising to me? I was the one that spoke back to him. I should be sorry", Phil whispered, cupping my cheeks.

"Are you hurt?", I asked him as he offered me a hand up.

"Yeah, but no broken bones", he laughed gently, "Still feel sick?".

"Only a bit", I said, holding his hand again.

"You can come stay at my place for a bit, if you want", Phil offered.

"That'd be nice", I smiled warmly as he showed me the way to his house, our hands still entwined peacefully.

-

PSSST, I KNOW IT'S A FLUFF BUT DO YOU GUYS WANT ME TO MAKE IT INTO A SMUT? I can write some smut in the next chapter if you want! ;)