~ "Why won't you just show me already?" Phil asked.
"I can't," Dan said.
Phil pulled away, "Will you ever show me?"
Dan thought for a moment, then sighed, "Maybe." ~
Phil Lester is new at a secondary school. Here he finds a boy who intrigues him; Da...
"Attention!" an elderly man at the front of the room called. "May I please have your attention?"
The entirety of the cafeteria turned their heads to face him, listening intently as the talking died down. Straightening his tie, the man began again, "Welcome back to, yes, high school. Or, for you year nines, welcome to your destiny. Your careers are entirely based on how well you do here, whether it be on the exams, socially, or physically. So, I wish all of you luck on your placement tests today." With that, the old man wandered off the giant stage in the cafeteria and the endless sea of moving humans began to stand. They followed each other like cattle.
Phil tried to keep up with the others. He was just scared, a year thirteen transfer student.
Without paying attention, he bumped straight into a tall, brown-fringed boy. The boy tripped over his shoe and stopped in his tracks.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Phil stammered. The boy blushed and rushed off.
Once in his assigned test-taking room, Phil sat down and began the test. The questions made him sweat out of nerve and he scratched his head in confusion. It wasn't easy at all. When he finished, Phil looked for a way out.
Two boys stood near the exit of the classroom.
Phil piped up, "Excuse me, but where is the class on physics?"
One turned his head, "I think it's down that way. You've got Marsh, right?"
He nodded, looking down the hall where he'd pointed, then back at him. Phil smiled and shook their hands, then lifted his backpack back onto his shoulder, "Thanks, guys. I've got to run! See you around maybe?"
"Sure thing!" They called in unison as he rushed down the hall.
The door was open when he got there and nearly every seat was taken. The seats at the front were the only ones left, so he took the one closest to the door. Glancing around, he caught eye contact with the brown-haired boy from earlier. The boy blushed again, then ducked his head down to work on what looked like a drawing.
A blonde girl linked arms with another before walking off towards the back of the class. At the snap of her fingers, the awkward boy and a stranger moved to the last two desks in the front row.
The one who had tripped over Phil before sat next to him and mumbled, "Hi. Before you ask, I'm Dan."
His black shirt wrinkled slightly at the collar, and his skinny jeans tightened near his thighs, leaving his ankles baggy.
"I'm Phil," He replied, pushing his hair back to blend his fringe together again.
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"Don't mind me, I'm socially inept," Dan muttered, leaning over his drawing again.
"What are you drawing?" Phil asked.
Dan covered up his drawing with his arms and shook his head, refusing eye contact, "Nothing really."
Shoving it in his backpack, he blushed a deep red.
