The Project (Eacker x Philip) [Pheacker]

Chapter One: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

It was a sunny morning, Philip sat up on his bed in his dorm. Ah. College. He looked at his clock, he still had some time to spare before his classes. Right were he left his work, on his desk. He got out of bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Ah, another day to be tortured by... him." he didn't even dare to say his name. He walked to the kitchen, looking in the fridge for some breakfast before his morning starts. His classes go on forever, they do take breaks, but he never eats 'til the day is over. If he doesn't eat, he'll regret it. He sighed and just decided to make a few slices of toast. He walked over to the loaf of bread that was still (uh in the little... bag thingys bread bags thingy uh shit idfk) and untied it. He grabbed a few slices and walked over to a toaster, popping them in and starting it. He sighed, wondering what he should do in the meantime. He could write poems, but he wasn't sure what to write a poem about.

"I should head down over to my mother and father's place soon..." he told himself, looking out the window.

"I wonder how they're doing..." people were running past his door, screaming and yelling. Along with childish laughter.

"Hmm... seems like somebody will have a good day today... doubt that person will be me..." he said. He walked over to his desk, grabbing his journal and opening it. He wrote poems about mostly everything, now. Anything you can think of. You name it.

"I should write one about how annoying my life is here." he chuckled, closing it as soon as the toast popped out of the toaster. He set it down and walked over to it. He knew the minute he stepped out of his dorm, something or someone to ruin his day will happen. What's next, someone will throw a dodge ball in his face and his nose will break? He buttered the toast and started to eat it. Time already seemed to move on too quick. He spent his time taking a shower first and brushing his hair after he was done eating. He was not looking forward to stepping out of his dorm. He grabbed his journal and a pencil, walking to the door and opening it. So far, only a few people were out. None that he saw that actually terrorized him.

"Well... that's a relief..." he said, closing his door and starting to walk down the halls. He wanted to go outside for a bit before his classes start, write some poems. Of course when there's a sheep, there's a wolf. Always. Philip sighed, kept on walking down the halls. His mornings always start off like this.

"Ignore it, Philip..." he whispered to himself. The scoundrel himself, George Eacker.

"Hey, Hamilton." he smirked, following him behind. Philip darted his eyes, trying to ignore him.

"Where are you headed off to, now?" Eacker snickered.

"Does it matter?" Philip should be more careful with his choice of words.

"Yes, because I asked." Eacker stalked him.

"Well, I'm not giving you an answer." Philip looked behind him, giving him a sarcastic smile. Eacker looked like he was going to punch him. Philip looked ahead, now. His eyes widened a bit. He made it outside, hoping he would stop following him.

"Heeey, what's in your journal?" Eacker tried to snatch the journal away from him.

"N-Nothing! L-Leave it alone!" Philip held it close to him, quickly walking faster. Eacker just followed him. Philip kept walking around the college, trying to get away from him. Eacker ran up to him, snatching the journal and running away from him. Philip gasped, running after him.

"What is your problem?!?!" Philip shouted at him. Eacker opened his journal now reading his poems. Philip started to growl, he hated this. He hated every day when Eacker was around.

"Poems, huh? Poems, poems, poems." Eacker said. Philip fell on his face, his nose bleeding, now. Eacker smiled and turned around, walking up to him. He shut the journal and placed it on his head.

"Haha... see ya' around, scoundrel..." Eacker snickered.

"I hate you..." Philip growled.