Phil’s POV
Sometimes Theo makes me feel like I’m the crazy one.
Hood up, head down, I had my hands shoved in the front pocket of my hoodie as I sauntered down the street getting increasingly annoyed with the steady footsteps sounding behind me. It pissed me off for two reasons. First of all, I’d told him not to come not one but two times, even trying to shut the door on him, but here he is anyway and secondly, his gait is a lazy one and if I look back I’ll find him completely at ease, classically unbothered by the entire situation.
Chicken.
That bastard called me a chicken.
He f*****g boked at me. “Bok bok.” Clucked like a chicken.
I could kill him right now.
And all because he thinks I’m scared of my mom. Dumbass. Theo’s a really stupid prick sometim
