The Project (Eacker x Philip) [Pheacker]

Chapter Two: He Smokes

Philip wrote notes down as he was learning. Eacker sat by him, paying no attention. Philip was a smart boy, he'd get A's and B's. Sometimes C's. As for Eacker... sometimes B's and C's... but... F's. Philip dropped his pencil, picking it back up. Usually when Eacker was bored, he'd torture him for his own entertainment. He looked down at Philip desk, kicking the leg of it. Philip looked over at him, glaring slightly. Eacker looked directly ahead, smiling. Philip ignored him, now paying attention to the teacher, again. Eacker kicked Philip's leg lightly, now. Philip inhaled, trying to ignore him. Yup. Good ol' college.

"Can you.. like, stop?" Philip whispered.

"Hmm.... no." Eacker kicked his desk leg again. Philip already lost his sanity months ago. Not literally, but damn, that's what it feels like. He prayed that this class would be over soon. They were now getting their papers graded. He looked down at his notes, noticing some of them were gone. He was about to snap.

"Don't give him attention, Philip... that's what he wants.." he thought. When his papers were graded, he got an A. He smiled, feeling accomplished. Eacker looked at his, unimpressed.

"Man, why do you always get good grades?" Eacker asked him.

"Hmm... gee, I wonder, George." Philip rolled his eyes. Eacker growled at him. The whole time they were learning, Eacker would not stop kicking his desk. As soon as they were free to go, Philip let out a sigh of relief, sanity. He stood up, grabbing his journal and his notes. He walked away as soon as possible. Eacker seemed to be looking for something, but he didn't turn back. The sooner Philip got away from him, the sooner he would get him off of his tail. Eacker grabbed what seemed to be like a box, he stuffed it in his pocket along with some kind of colorful rectangle. Philip kept walking, knowing Eacker would follow him. He follows him all day long. Eacker popped his neck, now walking out of class. Philip quickly ran outside, hiding against a college wall. Eacker made his way down the hall, not even bothering to look for him. Not even in a rush or hurry.

"I should buy pepper spray one of these days..." Philip whispered. Eacker made it outside, not even looking for him. He leaned against a wall, ignoring all the other people that walked out. He brought out the box that he took from his desk and opened it, it was brand new. He pulled out a... cigarette?! Philip didn't even know Eacker smoked! He brought out that colorful rectangle, which was actually a lighter. He lit it and waited, soon inhaling the smoke. Philip watched him, now contemplating if he should come out or not. He did hate Eacker, but... smoking?! He blew smoke out of his mouth, now. Philip bit his lip, walking up to him quickly, somewhat regret. Eacker looked at him, staying silent. He looked calm, now. He didn't even act childish or try to torture him.

"W-Why are you s-smoking...?!" Philip asked him, slightly concerned, now.

"Because I can?" Eacker said. Philip wouldn't be surprised at all if Eacker blew smoke in his face.

"It's bad for you!" Philip complained.

"I'm supposed to care? Well, I don't." Eacker looked at him, inhaling the smoke, again. Philip let out a quiet sigh, grabbing the cigarette he had and dropping it on the ground, stepping on it. He took the box of cigarette's and the lighter.

"Y-You should!! I-It could kill you!!" Philip sounded like he was scolding him. Eacker was still calm, just staring at him. A deadly look, more like it. It made Philip feel tense.

"You care? Why?" Eacker smiled slightly, chuckling.

"B-Because- I-" Philip couldn't even find the words.

"I-.... i-it could just-- kill you!! No one deserves to die!!" he shouted. Eacker covered Philip's mouth, leaning close to his face. Philip's eyes widened, having a feeling he's going to hurt him, now.

"...go play... Hamilton." Eacker let go of his mouth, walking away. Philip watched him walk away, his heart racing with anxiety.

"Go play, tch.... talk to me like a child..." Philip whispered, quickly walking away with rage.