Chaos //PHAN

Chapter 2

I think I used too much obscene and indecent words. Sorry.

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“Your name?” Phil stops his sudden hysteric laugh but still trying to even his breathing. The man inside the stall is now pushing himself deeper into the constricted space.

When Phil didn’t hear any sounds coming from him, he snaps and he raised his voice, “I said what your name is?” The man flinched.

“Dan.” Phil can’t help but grin and Dan is scowling at him, seriously displeased at his reactions.

Phil breathes in a large intake of air and tries to calm himself, “Okay Dan, you’re a faggot.” He stated as a matter of fact.

Dan grabs his forgotten bag on the tiled floor, ready to push past him. Phil on the other hand spreads his arms on the either side of the stall to stop him. He leans in face to face with Dan, “Hey, I am stating the obvious here, don’t be angry.” He cooed but the smug smile on his face is giving away all of his efforts to try to be good at Dan.

“Fuck off.” Dan snarl and tried to push Phil, he tried.

“I didn’t mean to pry on your gay relationship thing, but doing it on the school grounds? Wow.” He muses and bites the inside of his cheek to avoid smiling more, fuck his face is starting to get tired by smiling so much. He reached his smiling limit for today. He received no comeback at Dan, only a glare and it didn’t scare Phil even a little. Poor thing

“What the hell. Get lost. I don’t want to talk to you or anyone in particular.” Dan finally retorts back, he crossed his arms in front of his chest to look intimidating but failed when a silent whimper escapes his lips. His waist is surely beaten up.

Phil Lester is a fucked up Third year student with straight A grades and maybe he should implant the word ‘pity’ on his brain, recite the meaning by the heart and start to help a student who probably got beaten up instead of questioning him.

“You’re in College of Business Administration.” He eyes the yellow colored crest on Dan’s chest, “What’s your course?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“You’re trying to have some goddamn shit done here on the EngineeringBuilding. You’re in the College of Business Administration. Bloody hell of course I would ask!” Phil raises his hand whilst explaining, trying to show some point.

“I’ve got lectures here on this building and it’s none of you’re fucking business. Some professors don’t want to move from building to building just to teach us some minor shit. Fucking hell, this place is not yours!” Dan exclaimed and shouted back at Phil, however just after his hysteric he clutch his waist, hugging himself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” He whispered mainly to himself. Phil cocks an eyebrow and move away from Dan.

“Oh.” Phil scans his state, Dan is gripping his middle section like it’ll fall off at any second, his eyes are closed and sweat are rolling down on his neck. He is in pain. “I’ve probably stumbled on boyfriends fighting.”

“No. Jesus Christ. Did you hear what I said earlier? We didn’t do anything here! I am not his boyfriend.” Finally Dan walks out of the small space he is occupying.

“So, he is a fuck buddy?”

Dan wanted to throw his bag at Phil, if he had the strength he would really strangle the man and shove him on the toilet. “No.”

He starts to walk out of the bathroom but Phil’s hand stopped him and harshly pull him, Dan silently curse the world for doing this to him, “God, I don’t have any idea what shit is running into your mind. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t have any idea what the fuck your name is. Leave me alone.”

Phil’s lips are in a thin line, highly displeased at Dan’s bitchy attitude. “You didn’t answer my question.” He releases Dan from his grip, “What’s your course?”

“Okay, okay, accountancy, happy now? God, leave me alone.”

Dan stomps out of the bathroom.

Phil forgets what his business in the bathroom is.

It seems like his Third year wouldn’t suck.

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After all his lectures are finished and covering his vanishing act with his friends, Phil found himself walking on the Business Ad Building and asking everybody he meet, ‘Do you know any Dan taking the course accountancy?’ After roughly five minutes he receives the information he needed.

‘Dan Howell? Yeah, I don’t know where he is though.’ Everything’s all right, even though he doesn’t know what room currently Dan is occupying. He just needs to go back down on the ground floor, go to the locker section and start looking for the surname ‘Howell’. He’ll wait until the little gay kid shows up.

Some students are eyeing him nervously probably thinking, ‘that’s Phil, and trouble is his shadow.’

Fifteen minutes have passed and Dan with saucer shaped eyes is now staring down at Phil who is sitting rather comfortably in front of his locker. “What?” Phil asked, stands up and dusts himself off. “You really need to pay me back for waiting, other students are staring and it’s getting on my nerves.”

“What is your business here?” Dan finally found his voice after the shock of seeing Phil, he pushes Phil aside and starts to empty his bag with unnecessary books and fill it with new ones.

“You smell like infirmary. It’s nauseous.”

Dan closes the metal locker door rather hard and more students are looking at their way, “If you’re here to mock me or smell me, leave.” He glares at the students who’re eavesdropping and staring. Fuck off, fuck off, and it’s super effective.

Phil leans into Dan’s ear, “I’ll do you.”