Bad Days

((A/N: Thank you so much to my lovely fake-wife Sierra ((sleepwqlking on Instagram)) for being my beta and doing the edit for the cover!))

Phil's last year in school was supposed to be smooth, easy, and spent completely single. He was supposed to skip some days, get some new tattoos, maybe pierce his nipples. He wasn't supposed to fall for some pastel colored freshman that sat across from him and his friend at lunch.

The first day went by as easily as Phil expected. He skipped the first 5 and a half hours of classes and only came in as lunch was ending. If he hadn't been more concerned with making sure his boots didn't get dirt on them, he may have seen the petite brunette sooner. But instead of surveying the area, Phil waltzed over to his best friend like he owned the place and sat down for the last 3 minutes of the period. PJ looked up through his brows and asked skeptically
"You just getting here?"
He nodded, almost proud of himself
"Any reason why you'd skip the easiest day of the year?"
Phil smirked, beaming like usual
"Well how else am I supposed to keep up this persona? People have gotta think I'm some kinda bad ass right?"
PJ couldn't exactly argue with him, both of them try to make their peers fear them without actually being mean. They cover themselves with tattoos and piercings and wear things like leather jackets and boots but never hurt anyone's feelings. Quite frankly, they've never had to. They've both been dressing like assholes since the first year at the school they were about to graduate from and no one there knew them before then. Everyone who they didn't let in on the secret they weren't dicks just assumed that's what they were. They loved the act, thriving off of the occasional jaw drops and stares in the halls from incoming freshmen. They never had to be mean to anyone because no one else talked to them in the first place, so their devilish appearance remained in tact. The bell rang for the students to leave and return to their learning adventures. The pair of boys walked down the halls, relishing in the stares from kids all over the campus.

The last of Phil's classes went by quickly, saying "here" when asked to in a monotone voice, sharing very little about his personal life (to avoid giving away the fact he spends most of it playing Mariokart and scrolling through Tumblr). He strategically napped through English class to make sure he got the reactions he wanted from even the teacher. He knew he'd make up for the personal dislike in grades later, anyway. He did that every year, slept through class then made up for it after school to keep his decent grades. As badass as he wanted to seem, he didn't want to actually fail. For the most part it worked, the teachers not really caring enough about him as a person as long as he kept his grades up and didn't disrupt the class outright. At least when he was asleep, he was a little less terrifying to some of the other students.

After the last class ended and Phil met up with PJ, he drove them to PJ's house for a quick round of Mariokart and then Phil was off to his own home. He quickly shed his skinny jeans and leather jacket in favor of his Adventure Time pj bottoms and a pokemon shirt. After the day of trying to look tough was over, he liked to fully indulge in the nerd life. After a few episodes of Game of Thrones, exhaustion took over him before the sun had even set.

The 2nd day of school moved much slower, Phil finally showing up to the first classes he skipped the day before. The classes went by as he expected, not finding much amusement other than the usual funny looks out of the corner of some eyes. He made sure to crane his neck and scratch at his newest tattoo whenever it happened. And if he had received too many side eye glances and the neck scratching was getting annoying he'd opt for adjusting his studded bracelets and blue streak in his black hair. It was too hot for his usual jacket (despite it being September) so he compensated by adding black jewelry around his wrist and throat. Once he got to lunch, he took a second to observe what he didn't pay much attention to the day prior. He spotted many people he knew with the occasional freshman sprinkled in, immediately telling who was new by which of them gawked at him as he scanned. As he walked to his usual table, his eyes landed on a group of giggling kids in the grass a few yards away. They all looked like normal teenagers except for one brunette standing out amongst them. His hair fell in front of his face and was topped with a purple flower crown. The tiny flowers matched his lilac jumper and complimented his white skinny jeans. Phil had to remind himself he was in public when the thoughts ran through his head about the pastel kid he had never seen before. PJ must have seen the look in his eyes and where his gaze was resting