i walked, my backpack hitting my back as i skipped my pace. i was late, i already knew this. i had no idea of the time though, to be honest. i don't even know why i continue to go to this horrific place they call school, when i have more problems than this.
and i still smelt.
i walked through the gates, humming to myself, my back aching from the constant hitting of my bag. i went through the reception and smiled at the lady.
"late again?" she tutted as she handed me a clipboard so i could sign in.
i nodded, writing my name in.
"do you know the time?" i asked, smiling at her at which she smiled back sympathetically.
"12:46." i heard a voice mutter behind me as i turned around.
great.
i fucking knew this would happen.
"you're lucky its an actual break time, you know." he continued, "come sit with me or something, or don't. not my problem."
i stared at him as i put the clipboard down, as i slumped in the seat next to him.
"why did you run away from me, phil?" his eyes stared into mine, his school shirt messy, the collar tinged with what looked like blood. it was also ripped in numerous places. he looked even worse than me and i'm glad of that in a way.
"why should i stay with you if you couldn't even say where you were going? why should i trust you?" i glared at him, my eyebrows furrowing.
"you don't trust me?"
"of course i fucking don't." i muttered lowly, "is that all you wanted to talk to me about, so i can leave and you probably come and beat the shit out of me later, or something?"
he sat there for a few seconds before his eyes widened,
"follow me."
before i could even say no, he grabbed my hand and started towards the door to the school blocks. he ignored the lady yelling his name, eventually giving up even calling for him or even going after him.
i couldn't remove his grip on his hand no matter how much i tried. i didn't even have my bag, heck, he didn't even have his. i wheezed as he ran through the small crowds of people, receiving weird glances from numerous people.
i mean, who the fuck would expect the full-tattooed boy with his hand grasped on a lanky boy?
"c-cant you--" i coughed, trying to stop moving, "s-stop running?" i finally formed my sentence as he stopped.
"how can i, when someone like you just makes me want to go on and on forever?"
gee this is shit
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Secret Admirer ~ Phan
Fanfictionphil lester is alone. in school, at home, everywhere. all his life. until an unknown number comes along. (lower-case intended, triggers will be added if needed.) triggers as of so far:-- swearing. violence. mentions of death.
