Star-crossed lovers.
Chapter one
My body almost hit the ceiling when I felt a strong vibration from underneath my pillow, sending loud buzzing noises to claw at my ear drums.
When my head took enough time to adjust to the pale faded light streaming in through the window, my hand slipped under my pillow and I pulled out my phone. Finding a bran new text message, I smile when I read the name..
From: Phillie ♥
walk with me to school?
Right away my thumbs slide along the small key board as I type my response, throwing my phone at the foot of my bed as I hop to my feet. Stretching my arms up, cold air nips at my stomach as my Exploited shirt begins to rise with my movement.
My hands pull the rest of my shirt down as I make sure I'm silent as I walk down the hall over to the kitchen. Passing my father's room on the way, thick deep hungover snores spill from his nose as I continue my journey.
In the kitchen, I spend about five minutes just digging around my cupboards to find a clean bowl for breakfast but half of the dishes we have a piled up in the sink.
I only sigh in defeat as I plug the sink up, letting hot water fill up as I pour green dishsoap in the warm liquid. Bubbles form instantly as I place the first few dishes in, scrubbing them clean for another fifteen minutes till everything's all clean.
My hands rub against the dry dish towel as I let the rest of the water drain, my eyes crawl over to the clock. I only sigh when I read the time, I only have another ten minutes to get ready..
my mind throws a debate in my head whether I should eat or not and still have enough time to get ready, and my stomach makes that decision as it claws against my rib cage.. Plus I did all those dishes, the best thing to do would be to use one of them.
Quickly, I chow down a bowl of fruity pebbles as I hear someone knock on my door.
I'm quick to hopp off the bar stool, chug the milk from my bowl and toss it back in the sink as I run over to my door. Smiling when I see the face behind it.
"Oh.. I thought you'd be ready by now." His voice jokes in his little accent.
"Yeah, well I had to do some stuff." I catch my face blush as I look down and find myself in a shirt and boxers. His blue eyes looking down at my legs. "Um.. you can come in if you want just make sure you're quiet." I lead Phil back in my house as I hop over random shoes scattered across my floor and heading back to my room. Phil close behind as he's second to walk through my door, he just tosses his bag on my bed as I head over to my closet.
"So, are you excited for exams next week?" Phil's voice is sarcastic as I pull my shirt off, throwing it on the ground as I look for a new one.
"Hell no, dude." I chuckle as I pull a white Black Flag shirt off a hanger, clutched in my hand as I head over to my dresser.
"Heh.. yeah." His words become blunt as I feel his eyes pin on to my bare back, my face only blushes as the feeling continues to hike up my body.
The room is still filled with silence as I slowly dig through my drawers, trying to find my one pair of jeans that I love. No doubt that Phil's still staring at me, my teeth only gnaw at my lip as I hop and wiggle into my tightest pair of black skinny jeans. I find him shaking thoughts from his head as I turn back around, grabbing a pair of black socks and walking over to the bed.
I watch his body rise from the way the mattress shifts as I sit myself down, slipping my socks on before my red VANS. He's still silent by the time I'm still dressed but he follows me out my bed room door.
"So, um Frank. Wanna hang out after school? My mom's making cookies today." His voice begins to grow with life as I grab my bag from the couch.
"Yeah, totally. I just...." I stop my words as I reach my door, opening it for the two of us.
"You just.. what?" He turns himself around to face me as I lock my door.
I stay in place and sigh with regret of the words. "Just never mind." I mutter before hopping down the cement steps on my porch.
I continue to walk ahead of him as he jogs back up to me, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Frank. What's wrong?" I refuse to turn my head to face him but he only throws himself in front of me.
His playful blue eyes now turn sad and worried as he looks into mine, trying to read my expression but I just pull a poker face. "Nothing." I answer back, looking down at my shoes as he still stands in my way.
He continues to block my way for a few more moments till it's his turn to sigh in defeat. My eyes look up at him as he slides over to my side, from there on we walk side by side all the way to school.
Phil stayed by my side as we walked over by my locker, I just threw a few things in while I took a few things out. Just as I was about to close my locker a large, strong hand pushed me forward so I fell in it. My nose hit the back of the locker hard as I already felt wet warm blood leak from my nose. Everything turning black when the locker door slammed shut.
I tired my best to move positions but all failed as I couldn't move a muscle so I just sat still and listened to the muffled noises outside, I only made out Phil's voice along with another one unknown.
I did everything I could to stay quiet but jumped another ten feet, slamming my head at the top of the locker when I heard someone else's being shoved against the cool metal.
I winced in pain, wishing to rub the hurt off my head but I couldn't fucking move. So I just continued to groan as my legs began to fall asleep.
Another few minutes passed as I just laid there, continue to curse at myself till I felt another force pull my body out and dropped it on the hard school tiles.
"Shit, Frank I didn't mean to drop you." His voice fills my ear as I stay still, trying to move my legs as they wish to stay stiff.
"Just.. forget it it's fine." I groan as my eyes slowly open and adjust to the lighting.
I spot his hand coming closer as I grab it, him pulling me back to my feet.
"Um, you got a little... blood on your face." His blue eyes study me as he picks his hand back up, wiping his nose as I can already guess how much crimson is stained on my face.
"Yeah, I already know that." I pat the wrinkles out from my shirt when I notice a pool of semi dry liquid on my shirt.
"um.. why don't we just skip the rest of today, alright? My mom's at work so she won't know." I can only notice Phil's stares as I grab my bag and a few things from my locker.
"Yeah alright sounds good." I mumble back as the two of us head over to the lunch room, heading out the back doors as no one can watch us ditch school.
"So, what do you want to do when we get to my house?" Phil asks, his voice sounding a little more excited as he practically skips down the side walk.
"Umm, I'm not sure yet." I look up at the sky, which is just a sad grey color. Typical for New York.
"I found my old Pokemon games, we could play those." He jumps off a curb as we continue walking, turning a street.
"Haha, dude we're like sixteen. I think we're too old for that." I smirk at him as we cross another street.
"Keep telling yourself that, Frank." He laughs along with me, but both of our laughs turn to dust when the two of us spot a familiar car with my dad in the driver's seat.
"Shit." We curse on sync.
When my head took enough time to adjust to the pale faded light streaming in through the window, my hand slipped under my pillow and I pulled out my phone. Finding a bran new text message, I smile when I read the name..
From: Phillie ♥
walk with me to school?
Right away my thumbs slide along the small key board as I type my response, throwing my phone at the foot of my bed as I hop to my feet. Stretching my arms up, cold air nips at my stomach as my Exploited shirt begins to rise with my movement.
My hands pull the rest of my shirt down as I make sure I'm silent as I walk down the hall over to the kitchen. Passing my father's room on the way, thick deep hungover snores spill from his nose as I continue my journey.
In the kitchen, I spend about five minutes just digging around my cupboards to find a clean bowl for breakfast but half of the dishes we have a piled up in the sink.
I only sigh in defeat as I plug the sink up, letting hot water fill up as I pour green dishsoap in the warm liquid. Bubbles form instantly as I place the first few dishes in, scrubbing them clean for another fifteen minutes till everything's all clean.
My hands rub against the dry dish towel as I let the rest of the water drain, my eyes crawl over to the clock. I only sigh when I read the time, I only have another ten minutes to get ready..
my mind throws a debate in my head whether I should eat or not and still have enough time to get ready, and my stomach makes that decision as it claws against my rib cage.. Plus I did all those dishes, the best thing to do would be to use one of them.
Quickly, I chow down a bowl of fruity pebbles as I hear someone knock on my door.
I'm quick to hopp off the bar stool, chug the milk from my bowl and toss it back in the sink as I run over to my door. Smiling when I see the face behind it.
"Oh.. I thought you'd be ready by now." His voice jokes in his little accent.
"Yeah, well I had to do some stuff." I catch my face blush as I look down and find myself in a shirt and boxers. His blue eyes looking down at my legs. "Um.. you can come in if you want just make sure you're quiet." I lead Phil back in my house as I hop over random shoes scattered across my floor and heading back to my room. Phil close behind as he's second to walk through my door, he just tosses his bag on my bed as I head over to my closet.
"So, are you excited for exams next week?" Phil's voice is sarcastic as I pull my shirt off, throwing it on the ground as I look for a new one.
"Hell no, dude." I chuckle as I pull a white Black Flag shirt off a hanger, clutched in my hand as I head over to my dresser.
"Heh.. yeah." His words become blunt as I feel his eyes pin on to my bare back, my face only blushes as the feeling continues to hike up my body.
The room is still filled with silence as I slowly dig through my drawers, trying to find my one pair of jeans that I love. No doubt that Phil's still staring at me, my teeth only gnaw at my lip as I hop and wiggle into my tightest pair of black skinny jeans. I find him shaking thoughts from his head as I turn back around, grabbing a pair of black socks and walking over to the bed.
I watch his body rise from the way the mattress shifts as I sit myself down, slipping my socks on before my red VANS. He's still silent by the time I'm still dressed but he follows me out my bed room door.
"So, um Frank. Wanna hang out after school? My mom's making cookies today." His voice begins to grow with life as I grab my bag from the couch.
"Yeah, totally. I just...." I stop my words as I reach my door, opening it for the two of us.
"You just.. what?" He turns himself around to face me as I lock my door.
I stay in place and sigh with regret of the words. "Just never mind." I mutter before hopping down the cement steps on my porch.
I continue to walk ahead of him as he jogs back up to me, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Frank. What's wrong?" I refuse to turn my head to face him but he only throws himself in front of me.
His playful blue eyes now turn sad and worried as he looks into mine, trying to read my expression but I just pull a poker face. "Nothing." I answer back, looking down at my shoes as he still stands in my way.
He continues to block my way for a few more moments till it's his turn to sigh in defeat. My eyes look up at him as he slides over to my side, from there on we walk side by side all the way to school.
Phil stayed by my side as we walked over by my locker, I just threw a few things in while I took a few things out. Just as I was about to close my locker a large, strong hand pushed me forward so I fell in it. My nose hit the back of the locker hard as I already felt wet warm blood leak from my nose. Everything turning black when the locker door slammed shut.
I tired my best to move positions but all failed as I couldn't move a muscle so I just sat still and listened to the muffled noises outside, I only made out Phil's voice along with another one unknown.
I did everything I could to stay quiet but jumped another ten feet, slamming my head at the top of the locker when I heard someone else's being shoved against the cool metal.
I winced in pain, wishing to rub the hurt off my head but I couldn't fucking move. So I just continued to groan as my legs began to fall asleep.
Another few minutes passed as I just laid there, continue to curse at myself till I felt another force pull my body out and dropped it on the hard school tiles.
"Shit, Frank I didn't mean to drop you." His voice fills my ear as I stay still, trying to move my legs as they wish to stay stiff.
"Just.. forget it it's fine." I groan as my eyes slowly open and adjust to the lighting.
I spot his hand coming closer as I grab it, him pulling me back to my feet.
"Um, you got a little... blood on your face." His blue eyes study me as he picks his hand back up, wiping his nose as I can already guess how much crimson is stained on my face.
"Yeah, I already know that." I pat the wrinkles out from my shirt when I notice a pool of semi dry liquid on my shirt.
"um.. why don't we just skip the rest of today, alright? My mom's at work so she won't know." I can only notice Phil's stares as I grab my bag and a few things from my locker.
"Yeah alright sounds good." I mumble back as the two of us head over to the lunch room, heading out the back doors as no one can watch us ditch school.
"So, what do you want to do when we get to my house?" Phil asks, his voice sounding a little more excited as he practically skips down the side walk.
"Umm, I'm not sure yet." I look up at the sky, which is just a sad grey color. Typical for New York.
"I found my old Pokemon games, we could play those." He jumps off a curb as we continue walking, turning a street.
"Haha, dude we're like sixteen. I think we're too old for that." I smirk at him as we cross another street.
"Keep telling yourself that, Frank." He laughs along with me, but both of our laughs turn to dust when the two of us spot a familiar car with my dad in the driver's seat.
"Shit." We curse on sync.
Notes
Hello guys! Umm, I REALLY need help on Sex and Violence, I don't know what should happen next. I feel like the story's dead, but I really want to finish it for you guys, so if you could could you suggest some ideas for what happens next. I'd really appreciate that so much! And I'll give credit don't worry!
But yeah, new story. I wanted to do a teacher x student one and my last attempt really sucked but now I think this one's better. AND Phil's in it and Billie c: But yeah, if you could comment what you think, maybe some rate and of course, subscribe! (:
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