phil was fucking sick of school. although they only had a month left, he wanted it to end now. if anything made him want to die a long and painful death, it was high school.

at least this was his last year.

when phil got there that monday he kept his eyes open. he wanted to find dan.

he had to admit, he was intrigued. the boy seemed odd, if anything. he figured he might have found his next target, and he liked a challenge. besides, despite how open dan seemed to be, phil could tell he had quite a few skeletons hidden in the closet.

most people glared at him as he walked down the hall, but some smiled, waved, or even winked. mostly girls.

there was some kind of game going on, almost every female who went there had tried to talk to phil at least once. he was the unattainable prize, phil figured. that's why, whenever he decided on a target, they seemed shocked that he was even speaking to them.

he went to his locker, peering around. finally he spotted a hooded figure down the hall, and the outline of dan's nose could be seen from under the fabric, a strand of coffee hair hanging over his face. phil smirked.

he had already decided he wasn't going to approach this like he had with anyone else. dan wasn't typical, and phil didn't think he could win him over by being fake.

this was going to be fun.

phil walked down the hall towards him, his bag slung off his shoulder, digging into his skin, but he didn't bother moving it. dan was shuffling in his direction now, but his eyes were downcast. he couldn't see him. phil grinned.

when they got close enough together phil held out his foot, right before dan could step. not having enough time to react properly dan tripped, sucking in a sharp breath of surprise, and he fell. planets colliding.

he hit the ground hard, but the pain he must be in didn't seem to phase him as much as the surprise. he rolled over onto his back to look up at whoever had tripped him, and went pale.

"you."

phil smirked, waving. dan glared at him fiercely, pushing himself up. a few people were gathering around, clearly wondering what would happen now.

the boy ran at him, his arm swinging, but phil dodged the attempted punch. he grabbed dan's wrist so tightly that the boy squeaked, and slammed him against the wall of lockers beside them, wrapping his slim but strong fingers around the other. dan cringed, his expression crumpling in pain. phil's eyes flashed.

"wanna try that again?"

dan tried to pull his arms away but phil pinned them against the wall, sneering. dan glared at him.

"let go."

phil hummed teasingly, leaning in until their faces were inches apart. "i'm not even holding you that tightly... go on, break free."

dan scowled at him, and spit in his face. when phil reached up to wipe it away with his sleeve dan broke out from under his grip, pulling free. by the time phil got himself together he had ran off, his feet pounding against the tile unsteadily. phil just grinned.

he stomped at the small crowd that had formed, holding his arms out threateningly, and they quickly dispersed.

he was definitely intrigued.