Scarves Made Of Silk [phan highschool au]

Castle

A/n: You may notice that my writing has improved drastically.

Dan-

"Good morning Daniel" Phil says coming up to me.

Daniel, again. Finally when I think he's stopped. We're walking to our Maths class, he has his phone out and is texting someone about something.

"Who you texting?"

"My photographer." He mumbles still looking at his phone.

When we finally reach the classroom he slips his phone into his back pocket and we take out seats. Everything was normal and going well until theres a small buzzing noise from the back of the class.

"Who's phone is that?" The teacher asks.

"Mine." Phil mumbles.

"Answer it, in front of the class."

"You're joking right?"

"No."

"Fine then." He mumbles angrily and takes out his phone and answers it.

"Lester we have an issue."

Phil sighs loudly "what?"

"They say they can't get the jackets done in time for the shoot."

"Why?" I can here something in his voice, something I don't think I've ever heard before, its the sound of importance. He knows he's important while talking to these people.

"Cause they have another-"

"Okay listen here Tom. You tell them, you call them up and tell them that I don't give a shït about who the fück they're with, I need these jackets done. Done no exceptions do you hear me?"

"Yes sir."

"Don't call me sir, you call my dad sir."

"Sorry."

He breathes out heavily. "Alright thanks tom call my dad and tell him the situation."

"Okay."

He hangs up the phone.

"Happy?" He spits, sitting down.

The entire class stares at him in silence. It's a cold silence.