Scarves Made Of Silk [phan highschool au]

Im Not A Cool Kid

Phil-
I hit the horn of my car twice, ten seconds after Dan rushes out of his house, bag hanging off his shoulder and some papers being clutched tightly in his right hand.

"Ready to go?" I ask him as he slips in my car.

"I'm still not sure why I'm trusting you but yes."

"Alright." I smile as I press my foot down on the accelerator.

I park my car on the street and Dan and I both jump out, but not before I pick up my bag and throwing it on my shoulder.

We walk into the grounds together, getting a couple strange looks from other students. After all why would Phil Lester be hanging out with the new kid? Cause he's interesting, interesting people attract me.

"Oh um.. Hi Dan." A boy who's name is Peej smiles.

"Hey!" Dan giggles.

Peej tries talking to Dan normally but I can see his confused glances he shoots to me as I walk along with them.

"Where's the other one?" I ask, trying to include myself in the conversation.

"You mean Chris?" Dan asks.

"Yeah him, I apologise I didn't know his name."

"Chris normally comes in a bit late."

"Oh." I reply.

"So Phil, what brings you here?"

"I go to school here?"

"Yeah but why is a cool kid like you hanging out with a bunch of nerds like us?" He asks.

"I'm not what you would classify as a cool kid. I just happen to live in a big house with an amazing sense of style." I sass.

"Sure. I hope you don't mind me asking but someone said something about you owning a business?" Dan quizzes.

"Oh yes, I have a clothing line, I work on it with my dad."

"Wouldn't some posh rich kid like you say father?" Peej questions.

"I rather be imploded by a giant sledge hammer than call my dad father."

"But-"

"Stereotypes, they're horrid."

"Mate look I know that you say your not posh or whatever but your really living up to all the stereotypes with the way you speak."

"I know right." Dan agrees.

"Articulate, I'm not posh, I just know how to bloody talk."

"That's what I say!"

"Really Daniel?"

"Incase you haven't noticed I sound like Winnie the Pooh."

"Hey guys- woah why is mr rich here?" The boy by the name Chris interrupts.

"Well that makes me feel great doesn't it?" I speak up bitterly.

"Wait mate you're from the north?"

"What about it?" I ask, my voice dropping a little.

"Same!"

"Really? Wow."

"Yeah."

"Anyways Peej I need you for something."

"For what?"

"The art project." He says as he whisks him away so that it's just Dan and I.

"So who are your usual friends?" He asks.

"Well I wouldn't really call them friends."

"Just a bunch of twits then?"

"Just a bunch of twits." I repeat.