Pretty Boy

1

"Daniel! Let's go! You're going to be late!" Mum yelled.
"I'm coming mum!" I yelled back. "Shit, what am I gonna wear?" I whispered.
"Daniel!"
"Hold on!"

I grabbed my galaxy sweatshirt and threw it on with my black jeans and galaxy vans.

"Daniel!"
"Hold on!"
"If you are not down here in three minutes, I will hide your straightener for a week!"
"Coming!" I freaked out. I quickly grabbed my backpack off my desk chair and ran downstairs.
"Eat," she said. She handed me a plate of toast and eggs along with a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"Adrian! You're next!"

As she stormed upstairs, I put the plate down and strolled out of the house with my coffee. I walked a few blocks down to catch the bus to school; I just awkwardly stood around and waited for it to pick me and a few other kids up.

"You," the bus driver stopped me. "What's your name?"
"I'm Dan," I mumbled.
"Speak up,"
"Dan," I enunciated.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Dan, I'm Jessica. I'll be your bus driver," she smiled. "Take a seat anywhere hun,"
"Thank you..."

I walked past her and took a seat near the back of the bus. I popped my ear buds in and hit shuffle on my Spotify playlist. The beat to Stressed Out began playing and I immediately smiled.

I relate Tyler, I thought.

The agonizing drive to school lagged on but eventually, we arrived. I was the last one off the bus; I was lost as I walked into the school. I immediately pulled out my phone and opened my notes.

Locker: 91
Combo: 10-19-09

"Okay...seems easy enough..." I mumbled.

I climbed the staircase to the year 12 hallway where, after a great deal of searching, I found my locker. I quickly dumped all my books in and began searching for my next class.

Chem. Room 87. Year 10 hallway.

As I walked to my first class, I heard someone yell.

"Please join! We only have nine-ow! It's not polite to push!"

I turned my head to see a black haired boy trying to hand out flyers for some club. I stared at him for a few more seconds before someone smacked all of the flyers out of his hand. My eyes widened as I rushed over to help him. I started picking up the flyers; to be honest, I don't even care what they say, I'm just trying to help the poor kid.

"Thanks," he smiled.
"You're welcome," I handed the pile to him. "So...what's this club?" I asked.

What do I have to loose? I need friends.

"Oh...you're the first person who actually asked," he blushed. "Well," he cleared his throat, "it's a club my friend Louise and I started. We, uh, we like to garden," he smiled.
"Were do you do it?"
"Have you ever seen High School Musical?"
"Who hasn't?"
"Well, like them, we have a garden on the roof,"
"That's really cool," I smiled.
"Sorry if I'm being rude but, I've never seen you before,"
"That's because I'm new,"
"That would explain it," he chuckled. "I'm Phil," he stuck his hand out.
I flashed him another smile and shook his hand. "Dan."