Broken Rules - Phan

Part 3

I wiped my mouth with my navy blue sleeve. Immediately regretting it, I slumped through the corridor and out the back door; so as to avoid PJ and Chris on my way to my dorm.

I walked up the stairs to the first floor and into B10. I didn't have to share a room because I was a respected senior; one of the perks I guess. My soft blue walls were pretty bare apart from the wall with the door attached to it. It had the maximum allowed number of posters on it; 3. One was a band poster, Muse of course, the second a bible quote and the third a piece of art that was painted for me by Dottie. Her art style was weird and exceedingly modern, but it was comforting to look at.

My desk was placed a few paces from the door on the left wall with a corkboard placed above it. My bed was placed against the back wall, a single one with a darker blue duvet and matching pillowcase. On the right wall laid a small bookcase. Unfortunately it was pretty baron and had a bible, a few hymn books and one or two Shakespeare plays. The rest of the room was very bare and I didn't like to spend much time in it as it felt lonely and cold to me. I opened the wardrobe next to the bookcase and threw my soiled hoodie on the floor to replace it with a swamp green one.

Walking out of my room and closing the door behind me, Dottie shocked me with her ever present toothy grin and her bright eyes. I smiled at her, completely off guard, and she slipped her hand into mine; in a friendly way of course, explicit relationships were forbidden.
"Sermon is in an hour, whatcha wanna do?" Her friendly voice bounced off of the walls and her black curly hair was tied tightly back into a ponytail. Her dark skin contrasted her white blouse-styled dress, but her sharp, light green eyes made her look soft and homely.
"I'm starving, do you reckon food hall is still open?" She made a soft smile, her small lips curving,
"Probably not, but if you ask Martha nicely she'll probs give you something," Dottie dragged me down the stairs and to the food hall and I obtained an apple and a cereal bar.

We walked to the fountain, platonically hand in hand, and I watched Chris nudge PJ as he noticed us. Giving him a weird look, I sat in between them again, and with no room on the bench, Dottie sat in front of me on the cobbled path. PJ resumed his flower picking, he was now onto buttercups, and lay back down, his head on my crossed legs again. Chris looked at me, his eyes questioning and his head cocked. I remembered the announcement.
"Oh yeah," I said, "oh my gosh it's fucking bullshit, Chris," my tone started to get angry and I felt the fury resonate through the air, "I have to-" The bell chimed for sermon. We all knowingly stood up and I gave him a quick glance, "tell you later."

We walked in silence to the church and sat in our places. I sat next to Dottie and Jennifer, as their second names were similar to mine; Dottie Hickens and Jennifer Inckle. However today's sermon starter was Dottie and she'd slipped into the sister's office to get changed into ceremonial robes. She came walking out with a tall pole containing a lit candle on the tip. Walking around the church, the whole room plunged in deafening silence, she arrived at the front and placed the lit candle by the front of the virgin Mary.

The sermon was the same as always and it continued for an hour. In this time I was pondering about Phil. I wondered what he looked like, what he talked like and why his crime was not allowed to be disclosed to me. I was picturing a tall male with blonde, greasy shoulder length hair, pale and scarred milky skin, a yellowed smirk with black stained teeth and worn clothes with rips. I could just smell the blood and the dirt that would exude from his body. I could see a criminal. But it was so much worse.

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A/N
Holy crapu it's nearly Phil time
Phil time Phil time Phil time
Don't step on the phan
Okay well that's all well and good until the next part ciao \(￣< ￣)>