Dan Howell
It wasn't supposed to be this way. I wasn't supposed to talk to him. He wasn't supposed to be my go-to. He wasn't supposed to meet me. I wasn't supposed to go. I wasn't supposed to tell him anything. I wasn't supposed to cry in is arms. I wasn't supposed to like it. I shook my head, blowing away the many thoughts running through my brain. Stop thinking like that. Of course I didn't like it. I just needed a shoulder to cry on, that's all. I walked to my locker. He was there. Again. Phil smiled at me, even going as far as to wave. Fuck. He took it seriously. I approached him.
"Phil, you need to go. Now." He gave me a confused look, then angry. Phil stepped towards me.
"That's not what you said last night, crying in my arms." I took a deep breath and looked at him calmly.
"Now isn't the time for this Phil. Now let me get to class." Phil scoffed and shook his head before walking away.
