To the top {phan}

First period

a/n
So this idea actually came to me why I was listening to music on a plane! Im not that good at writing so I apologise in advance! Also, this may as well be my first fan fic, I only wrote 2 (short) chapters before I had no idea where I was going with the story. Any way, enjoy!

Dan POV

'Beep! Beep! Beeeeep!' My alarm screams. I roll over and hit my alarm, making it stop. I need a new alarm clock before school starts again I think to myself. School. I let out a loud groan as I remember that today is the first day back for the year. I internally kick my self for going to bed at 3am this morning because I was too busy scrolling through Tumblr. Ugh, what a nerd I am.

I grudgingly roll out of bed, just missing my head on my bed side table. At the very thought of school, I want to gag. I'm not bullied or anything, in fact, no one is really noticed (aside from the very few friends some people have) or harmed at all. Everyone is so busy trying to become popular so in order to live a worry-free life full of luxuries and power, it's ridiculous. We don't even care for anyone, just ourselves. And maybe a few very close friends. My parents have told me that you don't feel anything until you touch your 'match' - your true love. They tell me such wonderful things about how once you meet and make contact with each other, something stirs inside if you. You care for this one person, you feel emotions and most importantly, you feel at home. I like to think that once upon a time humans weren't so selfish. I like to think that even if it were hundreds of years ago, we didn't care about where we sat on the social hierarchy and we all cared for each other. I like to think that we were capable of being wonderful to each other. I like to think that we were able to act as a human. But of course, I'm crazy. It's impossible to actually feel with out a match, right? I shake the thoughts out of my head and continue to get ready for school. Great, another day in the hell hole.

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My first class is Maths. Fantastic I think, the one subject I haven't done my homework for. Also the one I struggle with the most. I drag my self into the classroom and take my usual spot up the back just before the first bell sounds. Kids in my year level file in and take their seats; most of them with their heads down and some others chatting loudly among their close 'friends'. Not many people really like me. Well, aside from my parents and brother, but they don't exactly count. Of course I have some acquaintances. I mean, we smile at each other when we see each other in the halls and sometimes make small talk, but they always have to leave soon because they're busy trying to reach the top and become the 'social leader' . I understand though, they don't want to be seen with me. I'm not very popular, to say the least. I sit at the very bottom of the social ladder, but it doesn't worry me. I know why, though. It's because I don't really care where I stand. I don't care about being popular unlike literally everyone else in the school. I'm different, and I know that. Not in the 'I'm pretty weird, but you get used to it!' way. But I am different in the sense that something isn't the same in my brain. While everyone is trying to claim the ultimate social spot, I'm here thinking about why.  There is absolutely nothing that appeals to me about being popular. I guess something went wrong at birth.
That's when I hear the second bell ring.

'Good morning, class.' Mr Rodgers says. Geez, even he sounds very monotonous and bored. The class chorus' back a good morning before returning to what ever they were doing.  It's not very long before Mr Rodgers starts to speak again. I expect him to start the class I'm dreading, but he catches my off guard by introducing someone I've never met before. 'Everyone, I'd like you to meet Phillip Lester, he's new to the school this year.' Phil gives a small wave to everyone before finding my eyes. Damn, his eyes. Impossibly blue, you could swim in them. He lets his hand fall back down his side; not moving his gaze from me.  'Phil, why don't you sit up the back next to Dan here?' The teacher continues. Phil nods and makes his way towards the back, sliding into the seat next to me. He gives me a bright smile and I instantly feel my breath leave my lungs. I barely manage to give him a small smile in return. His smile, it could light up the world. I turn back to my work as I feel a small blush creep onto my cheeks.

As the class passes by, I'm barely concentrating on what the teacher is saying. My mind is simply filled with one thought.

Phil Lester.

a/n
So I hope you enjoyed that! Let me know what you think so far, even if this is only the first chapter ;) I'll try to update when I can! Bye <3