I was so close to kissing Phil, he was going to kiss me right? I can't remember, it had been a blur. Maybe I had wanted to see it so much I had, maybe I had just imagined Phil leaning in. I liked Phil, shit. I liked Phil!
Do I like Phil? My mind was everywhere, trying to process falling for someone who probably didn't like me back. I knew I liked guys and liked kissing guys.
I doubted he wanted to kiss me anyway. I was seeing things.

I looked back at Phil as he made his way to the table we were at before. Korbin's hand was warm in mine and he spun me around so I was facing him just as an over rated pop song came blaring on. The lyrics I had heard way too much felt like a fuzzy noise that wrapped tightly around my brain. Preventing me from collecting my thoughts.

Korbin was holding me close, even though the song was fast, his breath was warm. I just wanted to get away, I cursed myself for ever saying yes to dancing with him. I just wanted to get back to Phil. No I wanted to go back in time and kiss him without being interrupted! Because now I would probably never work up the courage to do that again. I hadn't thought about the possible repercussions before but now they were all too clear: I would lose Phil as a friend or we would go out and I wouldn't want to do stuff with him so he'd eventually get bored and leave. Either way I would lose him and I didn't want that to happen.

I tried to lose myself in the music and forget about the closeness of Korbin. I just kept thinking about Phil, I barely registered the song was over until the next one started. I blinked and my eyes focused back on Korbin, I gave him a weak smile and turned to leave.
"Hey comon' we were just having fun" Korbin pulled me back into his arms.
"I need to get back to Phil" I said, glancing at the very lonely looking Phil. He caught my eye and we shared a look, I sheepishly smiled at him in an apology for leaving so abruptly whilst he just did a little wave at me.
"Leave that weirdo" Korbin said a little too harshly for my liking.
"What?" I asked shocked and a little frustrated at him for coming out with a comment like that. If the only thing you can say that's bad about someone is that they're weird than back the fuck up okay! Being weird isn't bad, it's good, without it life would be boring. I backed away desperate to escape.
"Just dance with me" Korbin said. He was taller and stronger than me and able to pull me back into the dance. I looked at Phil in an attempt for help but he didn't seem to notice my distress or, if he did, didn't know what to do about it.
"Look Dan" I managed to tear my eyes away from Phil "I'm sorry about the other night, at first you were just a simple fuck" I winched at the word but Korbin just held me tighter "but I really like you Dan"
"Oh..." I looked everywhere but at him and my eyes landed on Phil again, he looked so cute sitting there. His hair was in his face as he stared down at his phone, even though I couldn't see his eyes I could imagine them: the green-blue eyes with flecks of yellow. I was surprised I knew that, usually eye colour was never something I paid attention to but with Phil it was like I needed to know everything about him. He looked up and we smiled at each other.
"For fuck sake Dan!" Korbin's harsh tone brought me back to the present where I found him glaring at me
"What?" I replied just as harshly
"Stop paying attention to that fucking loser for two seconds"
"That 'fucking loser' happens to be my best friend and he's a lot better than y-" before I could finish my sentence Korbin's lips attacked mine, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. My eyes widened and I pushed violently at his chest until he finally released me. I shook my head horrified and wiped my lips with the back of my hands.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" I outburst, I turned to look at Phil but he wasn't where I had left him. I looked around the room frantically but he was nowhere. I pushed passed Korbin.
"Don't pretend you didn't like it" I stopped suddenly, people dancing around me, my jaw clenched and I balled my fists.
"I didn't you fuckboy. Get a life" I spat and rushed past the thick of people in a desperate attempt to find Phil.

He wasn't upstairs or downstairs in the building, he wasn't in the toilets. There was only one more place to check and I didn't hesitate as I pushed the exit door open. I escaped into the cold night and pulled my blazer around myself to keep warm as I ventured further.
I found Phil standing on the lower level of the grounds. I rushed down the ramp.
"Phil?" I called out. He looked up and the low key light that shone from the window he was in front of showed his face streaming with tears.

An: did this instead of my English assessment oops. Totally worth it, hope you like it
- Rach :)