The End

3. First Day

Dan's POV:

Like always, the weekend flew by. Before I know it, I am walking out the font door in my signature black clothes and into my black Mercedes. My mum left a note on the fridge wishing me a good 'first day at a new school'. 

I put my backpack on the passenger seat and start to drive carefully through the fog to the hell called school.

Ugh. This is going to be a long day.

***

It only takes 10 minutes to get here. As soon as I get out of the car, people are turning their heads and whispering to their friends. It kind of makes me uncomfortable.

How the hell am I so noticeable? I thought wearing black would help me blend in!

This is one of those huge private schools wear everyone has designer clothes and shiny new cars. My parents thought I'd fit in better here. I can already tell I'm not.

Once I get my schedule, some rude office lady shows me where all my classes are on a map and then just leaves me standing in the hallway.

What do I do now?

I go to my locker and start to get the books I need for my first period. I'm just trying to get out of here before the hallways get packed.

I'm so caught up in trying to open the lock that I don't notice it's already too late.

I turn around and almost bump into some girl with a cake for a face.

"Watch it, loser!" she yells at me and then walks off.

Nice job, Dan.

I blush and carefully make my way to my first class. I notice some guy in a black and blue plaid shirt being followed by 3 other guys. His shirt goes well with his black hair and deep blue eyes. He wears an annoyed yet somewhat thoughtful expression. That is until one of the guys behind him pushes him and causes him to drop all of his papers.

"Move it, fag!" he says over his shoulder.

Some people laugh and step on his papers purposefully. The poor guy wears a scared expression.

"S-sorry," he whispers.

Being the the great person I am, I decide to help the guy.

"Hey, are you ok?" I ask, gathering the papers while glaring at the dude that pushed him.

He stares at me with his wide ocean like eyes. "I-uh-yeah. I'm fine," he stutters.

That voice...

I extend my hand to help him up. He looks at me like I'm crazy or something. Once this guy finally grabs my hand my face goes blank.

Boom. It's him. He's the One.

You've got to be kidding me! Bloody hell! I've only been here for 30 minutes and I've already found him! How is that even-

"Thanks," he interrupts my thoughts.

"Yeah... I mean you're welcome. Here are your papers. Um—you sure you're ok?"

"I'm use to it. But are you ok? You keep staring at me."

Oh shit.

Phil's POV:

First I burn my toast. Then my car won't start. Then I had to walk to school in the cold. And now this! Why can't they just leave me alone? I swear, life hates me.

But still, I can't believe this guy is helping me. He must be new. For some strange reason something tells me I can trust this guy. He looks... welcoming? Does that even make sense?