Staring Competition ~ Phan AU

III

Dan's PoV

When I arrived home, I wasted no time running to my room. My parents were still at work so I was alone. I burst through the oak door into my plain, bage room and threw my bag on the floor. The brown-green bag hit the floor with a thud from book weight. My phone and some pencils flew onto the floor, creating a small heap of writing utensils. I walked over to my bed and face planted into the fluffy, grey comforters.

Really? My first day at Carrier High and I am already lonely, hated, and humiliated. I tripped repeatedly, zoned out during class, and made some enemies with a guy, who's girlfriend thought I was cute. How is it my fault? I lost a potential friend because I was stupid. I let a small tear escape my eye. It hit the sheets and absorbed in.
I thought I was going to avoid being a screw up. I flipped face up and stared at the blank ceiling. Who cares? I don't need Tom. I don't need Colline. I don't need Jamie. I don't need Phil. I sat up and looked at my window, seeing the sun start to set. Tomorrow's a new day. I can start all over.

>.<

Phil's PoV

I walked into English and sat in my seat in the back. Plopping my blue, white, and gold school colored bag on the floor, I took out piece of paper and pencil and began to draw little cat faces all over the paper. My cat just died so I was still grieving. My cat was my best friend and she got hit by a car.

Tom walked in and I folded up my paper and stuck it in my bag. He smirked and whispered something to his friends. I quickly put my head down, attempting to protect it. "Hey Phil," he called. Luckily, Mr. Barnes walked in.

"Thomas!" My head shot up, relieved to be saved for now. Of course, Tom didn't get in trouble, but this helped prevent a couple more cuts and bruises. I sighed and rested my chin on my folded arms.

I looked up at the white board and studied it, focusing my mind away from the snickers coming from the jocks in the front of the room. I began to mentally trace the black dry erase marker scribbles on the big, write-on wall. Then traced some words in red. Then some black ones and blue ones and- red? We don't usually use red unless it means something important.

I perked my head up and moved my eyes back to the red writing. The words 'NEW STUDENT TODAY' were big on the corner of the board. My eyes widened. Could this be a chance to be friends with someone?

As soon as that thought came to mind, the door opened and all heads turned to face the boy that walked in looking confused. I lifted my head even higher, but not so high as to the point that everyone noticed.

He was tall, just about as tall as me. His dark brown hair had a fringe and he had brown eyes which, after a moment of scanning the room for predators, met my icy blue ones. They locked into a competition and for some reason this song began to play in my head. I don't remember the lyrics, just humming it mentally.

His name is Dan and he chose to sit next to me. Okay. A chance to become friends. Mr. Barnes said that he could go around and introduce himself to everyone. I instantly turned, hoping for someone to appreciate me, but he got up and walked to the other side of the room.

Shoot. Well, for the moment I decided to try and remember the lyrics and possibly title of the song.

After a while of thinking, I heard shuffling. I looked over and saw Dan sitting in his seat next to me. He studied the wood like it was a thing from another planet. "Uhh, hey," I said, snapping hi out of his studies. He flicked his eyes at the desk one more time to satisfy himself that it was definitely wood.

"Hi," he replied. We stared at each other a little longer. His brown eyes glowing in the light of the ceiling light above.

"Uhh," I began with my favorite word of the day. "So, what school did you come from?" Last minute question? I didn't know.

"Uhh... Miles Brook." He looked down at the floor. "Kinda crappy..." he added. I nodded in agreement.

"Yea..."

He surprised me with a question. "Can I sit with you at lunch?" My eyes widened and I tried to say something. Something like 'Yes! Yes of course!' Then I remembered that I leave for lunch, or hide I the library, or I am helping teachers in one of the many programs I am in.

"Umm, well... I... umm," I started to explain but Dan cut me off.

"Fine," he snapped. "It's fine! Ditch the new guy! I know I'm not cool!" I was taken aback by how rude yet hurt he sounded.

I began to protest. "No I-"

"Nope! I totally understand!"

And the bell rang. He got up and stormed off. The other kids laughed at me and called me names because I only talked to hi. For five minutes and he hates me because I stuttered on an answer.

I grabbed my bag and ran down the hall to my isolated locker at the end of the empty Corridor Nine.

Empty except for me.

And Dan.

(A/N: making up names of stuff: schools, stores, teachers, streets, ect.)