Phil Lester
I take my words back. Dan is a jerk.
Who does that? He just constantly tries to make me uncomfortable and flustered. Why did he have to wink at me? Or say "last night"? What the heck. Throughout literature, I try to keep my breathing controlled and convince myself that he is just messing around. Maybe it's my fault that I am letting a joke affect me that much? It is my fault, why would he do that deliberately? God I am such a drama queen.
PJ annoys me by constantly trying to crack jokes about Wuthering Heights. Is that even possible? To make fun of such a well written book with an amazing plot? PJ is just stupid. I ask him to shut up and tell him that he is lame to which he just pouts and nudges my sides with his fingers to make me laugh. Time flies by just like that and I turn in my assignment, noting down the homework for the day. It's just reading the first fifty pages of Pride and Prejudice and I have already finished the book so it won't really be a problem.
"Are you ready?" Dan hovers above me as I shove some papers in my bag and I look up at him and nod. I feel weird going to lunch alone with him, specially when I don't know him that well, well I do but it has been a long time since then, so I just casually ask PJ if he wants to accompany us.
"You want to join us?" I ask him and I swear from the corner of my eye I could see Dan rolling his eyes at me. What was that for?
"No I had the leftovers you had in your fridge." PJ says, and I almost gag.
"They were three days old. It will cause a chemical reaction inside your stomach." I sarcastically smile at him and he huffs.
"Well it's done now, see you in the hospital." He says and I lightly slap him on the head and walk out of the class with Dan.
"I think we have hot dogs in the canteen today," I begin a conversation.
"You want to go to the canteen?" Dan looks surprised as I shift my bag over to another shoulder.
"Well yeah, did you expect me to miss classes?" I furrow my eyebrows. Was that a bit rude? It wasn't my intention and just as I open my mouth to apologise he interrupts me.
"Mr. Kevin is on a holiday today remember? We have an hour and a half free." He reminds me, and realisation hits me.
"Oh," I drag out the words and Dan just shakes his head smiling slightly. He is so darn cute.
"So, where do you want to go?" Dan asks me, looking down at me to make eye contact. He doesn't have to tilt his head much, there is not much difference in our heights.
"I don't know, anywhere except Mcdonald's," I groan and remember the feeling of fat that comes along with it.
"Why? You don't want a happy meal?" He teases me, nudging me with his shoulder and I blush.
I feel much more comfortable around him than I did a few minutes back. Maybe this lunch won't go as bad as I had imagined.
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I love writing Phil's point of views
