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Three: Keeping Tabs

Alfie had stopped in front of Dan and pulled out a folder from his bag. He handed it to Dan with a shaking hand and Phil craned his ears to hear the exchange.

"-did the whole assignment for you. References and everything are already written in..." Alfie was sweating anxiously, a deep blush spreading rapidly up his neck.

He'd done Dan's assignment for him? Why?

Dan took the folder from him and flicked through some of the pages absentmindedly, seemingly ignoring the boy in front of him, who was becoming increasingly uneasy. Dan looked up and Phil could see Alfie almost jump at the direct eye contact, his fingers bunching up the hem of his shirt.

Dan was smirking, eyes hooded; and it looked filthy -perfect- on his face.

Alfie was stuttering, gaze fixated on the ground and Phil almost felt sorry for him.

When Dan spoke his voice was like rich velvet; artful words slipping out from those sinful lips.

"Not bad." He positively purred the words. "I'll make it up to you properly later."

The promise had Alfie shaking, nodding, stammering a response and fleeing back in the direction of the main college building on quivering legs.

What?

What could he possibly...?

Oh.

It suddenly occurred to Phil what "making it up" to him might entail. Everything made sense. Phil's face suddenly heated up, mind working in overdrive, conjuring up all sorts of possible scenarios. Indecent scenarios.

Dan was...he was.....Phil couldn't even put it into words. That was one of the ways Dan had the whole student body (and oh god, half of the teachers) wrapped around his little finger. And that blazer that was draped so casually over his lithe shoulders...it was way too big for him, it couldn't possibly be his own. What if it was...it was probably...

Oh my god.

Phil's heartbeat sped up and it took Chris's large hand shaking his shoulder to break him out of his fantasies.

"Are you okay, bro?"

Bro.

Bro.

Bro.

Phil's eye twitched.

He banished the thoughts from his mind and nodded, still a little dazed, face still uncomfortably warm.

"Yeah...yeah...But anyway, Carrie?"

Phil's mind settled down a little as he listened to Chris go on about her gorgeous long hair for the billionth time.

The hair.

The hair, hm?

Phil made a mental note to add this to his list.

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"Your hair's getting pretty long, huh?"

Phil and Carrie were walking back to the dorms together after saying goodbye to the rest of the group at Starbucks.

Carrie brought a hand up to play with a loose strand of her blonde tresses.

"Yeah, I guess..." She let the sentence trail off.

Phil pushed forward.

"Does it not get in the way of kick-boxing? It looks like a hassle."

He shouldn't have felt so good about how Carrie's face suddenly shifted to looking pensive as he twirled her hair around her fingers.