Does This Make Us Pastel-Punk? {Smut with plot, kinda}

Phil's PoV:

I pull my shirt out of my clothing locker, tugging open the bottom of it, ready to pull it over my head when the locker next to mine is suddenly slammed shut, making me flinch away from the sound, not being too fond of loud sounds.

It startles me and I look over, eyes wide in shock, but I calm down and struggle to keep a smirk off my face as my eyes meet with beautiful hazel voids.

Daniel fucking Howell.

I can't hold back any longer and that smirk finally slips onto my lips, that signature smirk of mine.

"Hello, Howell boy." I purr to him and I see his eyebrows furrow, but not before I watch his eyes flicker over my naked upper body, before going back to this anger that I can't understand.

"Hello, Lester." He growls with venom in his voice. Then he pushes past me, shoving me up against my locker as he does, and walks into the gym, holding his head high as he lets the door close behind him. God, I love that boy.

I can't help but look at that cute little ass of his as the door closes. I smirk to myself as I continue getting dressed, finally pulling my shirt on and then quickly slipping my hoodie on over that. I close my locker and jog over to the door. As I open it I let my eyes traced around the gym hall, looking for that cute little ass again.

After 2 minutes of looking around the hall I give up, just walking over and sitting down on one of the benches by the storage room. Once seated I pull my feet up on the bench and tie my shoe laces, since I was in a bit of a rush to leave the locker room.

I finish tying my left shoe and then tie the right one as well. I stand up and stretch my arms above my head, groaning and looking around the hall. People are gathering around the teacher so I walk over to the small group.

I look around in a bored fashion, half listening to the teacher's presentation. I hear what I need to hear, that we are playing soft ball, and I turn back and walk over to the storage room again. I open up the door, planning to hide out in there for the rest of class, because fuck soft ball.

I take a step in but then I'm suddenly pushed the rest of the way. I stumble a bit and quickly regain my balance, turning around to face the one who pushed me. I can't see much before I'm pushed deeper into the room, sitting down on a pile of gym mattresses after I stumble again.

I hear a door slam shut as I finally regain control of my situation and look up at my attacker. I chuckle and smirk as I see who it was that was pushing me.

"Now, let's fucking talk about this."

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490 words, it's really short, so sorry, but I hope you're enjoying this story anyways, and I really hope you're ready for the coming chapter because...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)