violets and virtue // pastelpunk!phan

chapter two

possible t/ws: bullying, mild mentions of gore, probably swearing, bad writing

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Phil's p.o.v

Oh, no. Oh, heck. He couldn't be late on the first day of school. He ran up the street and didn't even stop to tie his shoelaces, which resulted in him lying face down on the street after he tripped over his trouser bottom.
He lifted his phone to see what the text he'd just received said.

from : mum

Good morning, honey! You left your bag here, just thought you should know. Do you want to come back over?

Phil sighed audibly and skidded to a halt, only to spin around and sprint in the opposite direction. He could tell today wasn't going to be a good day.

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When Phil finally arrived at Bruntsmuir high school he was huffing and puffing so hard he could barely make it to the office.
"Philip Lester, I presume? Come this way, the headmaster has been waiting for you." Phil muttered a weak "thanks." before the head teacher burst through the doors, grabbing onto his arm. "WHERE WERE YOU, BOY? YOU WERE TOLD TO ARRIVE AT EIGHT THIRTY-TWO SHARP!" exclaimed the headmaster, grabbing his arm and dragging him up the many stairs to his first class.

When he had stumbled through the doorway at last it seemed as though the headmaster had introduced him already, and he had to think of something to say on the spot. He muttered out a weak greeting and suddenly found a spot on the ground very interesting indeed.
Why can't it just go like it does in anime? he mentally cringed. What was I expecting, though? "Hello, I'm philana, I'm six... and I'm a beauty queen."
He almost started laughing out loud when he realised that the headmaster had left him all alone in a classroom full of about thirty strangers who were all staring at him. He quickly spotted a boy in the corner, and he could almost feel his jar drop.
He was stunning.
His hair was a luxurious chocolate brown at the back and roots, and his fringe was dyed vibrant red. His eyes were deep and glassy, like a doll's might be. He was wearing a beanie hat and a nirvana T-shirt under a black hoodie, and Phil was glad he couldn't see below his waist because if he had had to take in this boy's sheer beauty all at once he might have spontaneously combusted.
He realised he was staring and quickly grabbed his things and started to walk over to him, trying his best not to drool.

Phil was sad to learn that he only had a few classes with Daniel Howell, the gorgeous boy from art, as he was the only person he'd successfully made friends with so far. Dan promised he would introduce Phil to a few other people at lunch break, but at the same time Phil wasn't certain he would be able to bond with more than one person at once. Well, whatever. He had turned to head to his next class, English, when he heard someone call "Hey, f*ggot!" in a nasty voice and somehow knew they were talking to him. He tried not to listen, not to pay attention to them, but when he felt someone shove him to the ground he knew he might not be in his next class for the whole period.

Half an hour and half a box of plasters later, Phil walked into his English classroom. He had managed to cover up the worst of the bruises with the concealer he kept in his pocket. This wasn't the first time it had happened. You know, things would be a whole lot easier if you stopped wearing girls' clothes.. He thought. No, they're not girls' clothes, because I'm wearing them and I'm not a girl.
The teacher gave him a puzzled look before holding out her hand.
"What?" Phil asked, genuinely confused.
"Slip," the woman said, as if that made everything so much clearer.
Phil blinked.
"Your late slip!" she insisted.
"Oh, I don't have one. Where should I sit?" the woman sighed, and pointed to an empty seat beside a person with two-tone curly hair.
He quickly walked over to them, everyone in the class staring at him.
The kid, Chey, attempted to make small talk with him for a while before giving up. They were nice, but nothing like Dan. If there was one thing Phil knew, it was that he really wanted that boy as friend.

After a day of Phil being beaten up and hiding in the toilets, he and Dan texting into the late night was exactly what he needed. He learned that Dan had a cat named Cardboard, a younger sibling named Alex, and that his favourite muse song was starlight, after all.
Phil put his phone down beside his bed, and sighed heavily.
He had a feeling that his day might have been fixed completely by a certain teenage boy with chocolate brown eyes.

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a/n: LMAO THIS SUCKS
i'm sorry i don't update in four years and then you get THIS