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11. New Friend

Dan's POV:

Spring break is right around the corner. Everyone is testing and stressed øut (me). Phil and I are working our butts off and studying as much as possible... surprisingly. As a result, we woke up late today.

Usually, we'd accompany each other and get our things from our lockers and then walk each other to our class. That was not the case today. We gave each other a quick hug and a peck and then practically ran to get our things.

I had to run up stairs to my first class. I was right around the corner when the bell rang. I prayed that the teacher wasn't there, but of course he was.

"Mr. Howell see me after class," he says in a monotone. I sigh.

Yay.

Phil's POV:

After Dan and I separated I ran to my locker and started to get my history textbook out. I was about to walk away when I notice a guy two lockers down struggling to unlock his locker. I check the time on my phone. If I help him I could probably make it to class if I run.

"Here, let me help," I say as I take the small peace of paper with the lock combination from him.

"T-thanks," he says once I open it.

"No problem. Have a good da-"

"-Wait!" I was about to walk away when he cuts me off. "Can you h-help me find my c-class?"

"I guess, but it'll have to be quick or I'll be late for my first class," I respond. He hands me his schedule and to my luck (or both of ours) we both have history next. "Hey, we have the same first period! Now let's go before we're late," I say as I pull him towards the right direction.

We get there a couple seconds after the bell rings. The teacher isn't there yet so we rush to an open desk and sit down.

"We got lucky," says the guy with a small smile.

"We did, didn't we. My name's Phil Lester by the way." He finally makes eye contact when he hears my name. I extend my arm to shake his hand.

"I-I'm Hunter, Hunter Reid," he says as he shakes my hand.

I can't help but be transfixed by his eyes. They're a beautiful shade of green with yellow specks and black around the edges.

"I like your eyes," I say without thinking.

He blushes a little. "Thanks. I like your eyes too."

The whole class we passed notes and got to know each other better. I'm surprised to find that he likes almost all of the same things as Dan. It was messing with my head. Speaking of Dan, he sent me a text.

From: Danny 💘
Sorry babe, I have to stay after class since I was late so I won't be able to pick you up. I'll see you in art 😘

I send him a quick response and put my phone way before I get caught. Hunter gives me a curious look.

"Sorry, that was my boyfriend," I whisper to him. For some strange reason his eyes light up when I say 'boyfriend'.

Please don't be homophobic!

"What's his name?" Hunter asks quickly.

"Dan Howell," I answer quietly.

"That's cool," he responds with a huge smile.

Thank goodness he's not homophobic.

***

Once the period is over, I walk Hunter to his next class and I walk to art. I'm one of the last to enter but I'm not late. I spot Dan sitting all the way in the back with his head down.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I take a seat next to him. He jumps when he hears my voice. "Sorry."

"It's alright." He turns his head and looks sideways at me. "Stupid Mr. Johnson gave me lunch detention for being late and not having a good excuse as to why I was late," he says glumly. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?" I ask him as I run my hand through his soft hair.

"Because I won't be able to protect you during lunch," he answers.

"Aww don't worry about me. I can take care of my self," I reassure him.

"But you shouldn't have to. That's what I'm here for," Dan says with a sigh.

Class starts so I am unable to respond. I just reach under the table and hold his hand. We stay like that until the class ends.

***

Lunch finally arrives. I'm not going to lie, I am a bit nervous. I don't let him know. The last time Dan left I almost got killed.

I am speed walking to the library when I remember about Hunter. He is probably so lost right now. I turn around and go to where I think his last class is. Sure enough, I find him standing in the middle of the hallway with his phone to his forehead and his eyes screwed shut. A few of the passing people give him weird looks.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

His eyes dart open. "I was about to text you since I got lost but then I remembered I don't have your number so I was trying not to panic," Hunter exhales quickly.

"Well then, I'll give you my number so that doesn't happen again," I chuckle.

"Thanks." He smiles at me.

After we exchange numbers we go to the cafeteria to get our lunch. I trie to persuade him to go to the library but I fail. We ended up sitting at one of the tables in the less crouded area of the cafeteria.

"Doesn't your boyfriend, what's his name... Devin, sit with you during lunch?" Hunter asks after he takes a bite of his apple.

"It's Dan. And he does but he got lunch detention today," I explain.
"Oh... He won't get jealous that I'm sitting with you?"

"He's not the jealous type."

Hunter chokes on his apple and starts to laugh loudly. Some of the people from near by tables stare at us. I just look at him with a blank expression. He finally speaks up when he stops laughing.

"Trust me he's the king of jealousy." He laughs a little more and then stops completely. Hunter stares at me with wide eyes. "Not that I know him or anything! It's just that all of the Daniels I know have problems with jealousy!"

I laugh a little at his response. "I get it. How'd you know his name is Daniel?"

"Just a lucky guess," he says with a shrug.

Dan's POV:

French finally finishes and I go to Phil's class so we can walk together. This is probably the first time I've seen him all day since the morning. I find him with a huge smile on his face.

"Why the smile?" I ask as I wrap him in my embrace and give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"I made a new friend today. He's the one in the grey jumper and curly hair." Phil points to a guy who is walking in the opposite direction from us. I can only see his back.

He looks familiar...

"Really? What's his name?" I ask casually.

"Hunter Reid."

I stiffen.

Phil notices. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong," I say with a forced smile.

That's a lie.

***

I wonder who Hunter is? 🌚🌚🌚

Does this count as a cliffhanger?

I literally only have 2 minutes of internet so I'm updating here and on my new book called Paranormal. Y'all should go read it. 🏃