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'move out the fucking way' philip lester pushed through the crowd of school kids to get to his locker. although he had no friends and bad grades, phil managed to maintain the coolest guy in school ranking.

'oi you' he called after a kid.

'who me?'

'yeah you fucking prick' phil walked closer to him before punching him around the face, 'that's for fucking with my sister you fucking wanker, you do that again and i'll kill you, 'ight?' phil spat.

the bell went and phil took his books from his locker and walked to his lesson, sitting in his usual seat and putting his feet up onto the desk.

'feet down phillip' mr cross asked but phil ignored, 'i'm changing the seating plan' he continued.

'if you think i'm moving you got another thing comin' man' phil scoffed.

'thing is lester, you will move or you'll be expelled, you're on your last chance' mr cross smirked before resitting phil next to some randomer.

'dan' the brown haired boy said without making eye contact with him.

'like i fucking care?' phil said.

'you will' dan smirked.

the two didn't talk after that for quite some lessons. but phil always had an urge to; dan was intriguing, he hardly spoke but when he did it was always meaningful. he gave seductive gazes and phil felt something twinge inside him whenever he did.

'so what's the deal with you? you gay or somethin'?' phil questioned.

'i like who i like, what of it?' dan spat.

'you got some nerve talking to me like that punk'

'fuck you man'

'fuck you right back'

'you'd like that wouldn't you?' he smirked, his anger dissolving within seconds. phil didn't know how to respond, he never really had anyone talk back to him let alone making his think about relationships before. would he like it?

the lesson went on as mr cross began to give out handouts for the holiday homework.

dan then slid a small rip of paper across the table to phil, 'text me if you decide whether you'd want that or not' he spoke confidently but quietly before getting up from his chair just as the bell went.

phil had been off school for a week now, in that time he had three fights and stole some alcohol from the local store for his sister; but he was bored.

he put his hands in the pockets of his unwashed jeans to find dan's piece of paper. the paper had his number on followed by a wink. fuck it.

to: dan

you're quite the slut huh? -p

from: dan

been waiting for you to text, predicted another couple of hours actually.

from: dan

what are you doing?

to: dan

nothing why?

from: dan

well i said text me if you wanna fuck, and you texted me

to: dan

thats not why i text you, faggot

from: dan

you sure about that? if thats not why, what is?

to: dan

bored, and fuck you anyway i dont have to explain myself to you fucking prick

from: dan

bored, or horny?

to: dan

fuck. you.

from: dan

come here then;)

phil pondered over the conversation. dan always seemed so innocent and quiet in person but it was obvious that that's not him, he was more... dangerous than that, and phil liked it.

hi hi hi! this is a new fanfic i've just started. i hope you enjoy it! if you did remember to vote. i'm going to try and update this as much as possible!