Chapter Five

Phil's POV

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I stood anxiously outside the door. This was one unpredictable evening but somehow I had the niggling feeling that it wouldn't end well. Does anything ever end well with Anton? I sighed and lifted my hand to knock but suddenly the door was yanked open.

"PHIL!" Anton cheered and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I awkwardly patted his back in return and tried to keep a neutral smile on my face. "I'm so glad you made it, Chris and PJ are already here." He grinned lazily and lead me in by the wrist. He had definitely drank a little if his hooded eyes and stench of booze was anything to go by. I saw people drinking and dancing all over the place and couldn't help already feel out of place.

We approached Chris and PJ who were happily chatting in the corner. Upon closer look I saw a blush on PJ's cheek. Maybe there had been some flirting happening in my absence - I almost didn't want to confront them and ruin their moment. 

"If you need me Philip I'll be nearby, don't hesitate to ask." Anton whispered in my ear. A tingle ran down my spine which wasn't all entirely unpleasant but worrying. I gulped my eyes straying over his back as he left. However I nearly slapped myself at letting my guard down. I refused to get seduced by him after everything he'd put me through. I turned to my friends.

"Phil, how are ya?" Chris projected obnoxiously whilst PJ looked perfectly sober beside him - coke can in hand. He had Chris' drunken arm slung over his shoulder but I couldn't see any discomfort in him which made me grin. They were such an old married couple.

It started off well since we spent an hour or so dancing and laughing. I even had one or two drinks but only enough to make me a little tipsy - I was still able to walk in a straight line. Suddenly I was tapped on the shoulder and I turned to be faced with the beautiful prince himself. He smiled his perfect smile at me and I happily returned it.

"You made it, I was beginning to think you ditched me." I blurted - shocked at my sudden lack of censorship. Maybe I had had a little more than I originally thought.

"Oh you know I wouldn't do that to you Phil." He smiled, showing off his adorable dimple. We ended up chatting for quite a while, mostly alternating between our interests and school. I found myself thoroughly enjoying his company and didn't want to leave his side at all. Unfortunately Anton had other plans and halfway through the conversation he dragged me away for a chat.

I looked behind me to see Dan's brow furrowed in frustration. Although cute as hell, I didn't want to leave Dan awkwardly hanging around so decided to try hurry up whatever Anton wanted to talk about so I could get back to the beautiful boy. Anton pulled me into the hallway and smiled at me - looking suspiciously sober compared to earlier.

"Philip ..." He started, sending a weird shiver up my spine. I hated the old feelings that slightly gnawed at my stomach and forced them away. I bit my lip, unsure of where this was going. "There was another reason I invited you here tonight." He spoke huskily and slowly walked me backwards till my back hit the wall. I swallowed nervously as he neared me.

"W-what is it?" I asked - more terrified than I cared to admit.

"Despite how I acted all those years ago Phil, I really like you. I knew you were the one ever since I laid eyes on you and the only reason I hurt you was because I was scared. I was scared about liking another guy since I was a ladies man and I tried to convince myself I didn't like you." His voice became more sensual and he leaned in to graze his lips against my ear.

My mouth and eyes hung open in shock and I shivered once again, cursing myself at how I liked the close contact at least a little. He suddenly pulled back and a gleam flashed across his eyes like a hunger. Before I could reply I felt his lips attack mine - stunning me in place. They were warm and slightly aggressive and the tang of beer lingered but it was still a pretty engaging kiss.

Surprisingly I found myself melting into it as my mind went blank. I felt his course fingers roam through my hair and his tongue drag across my bottom lip. Without thinking, I gave his tongue access and felt it roam the inside of my mouth. I groaned as a result of the expert kiss. I thought I saw someone in the corner of my eye for a moment but they were gone pretty soon.

When his arms snaked around my hips I suddenly realised what was happening. I pushed him away and wiped my lips in disgust. I was ashamed of myself for succumbing to his charms whenI should have been over him a long time ago. I remembered every bad thing he put me through and felt all attraction slip away. I had agreed to be his friend but this was crossing a line. It couldn't happen again.

"What's wrong Phil?" He pouted. I glared at him and spat - not caring if it ruined his carpets. I didn't want any remnants of his body on mine left.

"Don't ever do that again!" I snarled and marched out of there and towards Chris and PJ. I felt myself tear up at my weakness but held it back since crying at a party is never a good thing. When I reached them they were both enthusiastically making out against a wall. I felt a smile tug at my lips despite the sinking feeling in my chest. They were cute. 

I suddenly remembered Dan and how Anton had dragged me away. I at least wanted to say goodbye to him before I left. I needed to go home and be alone for a while - possibly cry about some memories which were invading my mind as well. I searched the whole house twice - avoiding Anton as much as possible. However he was no where to be seen. I felt a little crushed since he left without saying goodbye and almost felt rejected considering we were having such a good time. This only added to my bad mood and I left feeling miserable. I needed some time alone.

Dan's POV

I couldn't explain it. 

I felt drawn to Phil with his cute smile, blue eyes, cute fringe and adorable blush. Thinking about him made my stomach flutter. I hadn't felt that way in a while - one of the reasons why I liked to be alone.

I didn't want to like him but I found myself attached to him and unable to avoid him like I'd done to everyone else. I'd had some terrible relationships in the past and ruined relationships as a whole for me. This was one of the main reasons I distanced myself from people but it was so much more than that. 

There was something about Phil. Just talking to him once had me so engaged and felt like a drug. The more I was around him the more addicted I became. I found myself always thinking of excuses to see him although I was often too coward to go through with them. My lack of trust held me back. It was messing with my head. I really liked Phil and the fact he doesn't see himself as something beautiful just made me want to hug him and make him feel even more special than he already was.

I never went to parties - I didn't like socialising but when Phil asked I didn't hesitate accepting his invitation. I did it without thinking and for some reason, although it was scary, it felt nice to like someone again. He seemed different and the hints were there that he liked me - more noticeable with the fact that I was looking and hoping for them. I knew lots of people liked me around the school and even though it sounds conceited, girls liked to throw themselves at me. I ignored them though - I wasn't interested in their shallow expectations.

I had been having such a great time with Phil and felt our connection was growing stronger but then half way through our conversation that idiot Anton interrupted and dragged Phil off. I couldn't help frown in frustration and confusion, did he like him? Where they together? The thought was making me anxious to know - I had to find out and see if Phil was just like the rest or someone who I could finally trust to be different. I followed them and felt that sickly familiar feeling of disappointment. I felt the bitterness creep up my spine when I saw their locked lips.

I stood frozen with anger, horror and disappointment. He doesn't like me - no surprise there! He likes someone else, just look at me! I'm not good enough for anyone and no ones good enough for me. They're all the same. Self obsessed. Inconsiderate. Manipulative. Fuck them! Fuck them all. I should have kept to myself from the start. That's the only thing that protects me now.

Anton made eye contact with me for a split second and he smirked - I felt the sickness in my gut. It was almost as if he was gloating over the fact he had won Phil. The look of horror and traces of weakness left my face and I put on the stoic emotionless mask I was so used to wearing for so many years. I walked out of the party and walked home. Here was me thinking I could have a relationship again. 

Fucking idiot.

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