The Cover Up (Phan)

Chapter 3

Later that day, I attended to almost all of my lessons. They were all boring considering all the teachers were doing was introducing themselves and talking about what they expected from us throughout the year, blah blah blah.

Nothing really interesting happened other than getting a lot of weird stares and everyone making room for me while I walked through the crowded hallways. I never really cared, I just ignored every motion. Assuming they have never seen a boy wearing all black with two full tatted arms and piercings all over its face, they probably thought I was a massive murderer.  To be honest it was kind of annoying how they seemed scared of me. It is stupid how people judge by the cover so much.

One class was left, Art. I was  excited about this class, it has always been my favourite subject. I like to think that I can express myself through my art work. It gives me freedom, even though no one has ever opened any of my many sketch books. There was one in particular that had over 1,000 pages with a black cover and a single pink stripe. This was my only sketch book that wasn't completely black. I never took it to school, even though no one would dare to touch any of my normal books I couldn't risk people looking through this one. Or to even find out it existed.

This notebook was special. I only drew things that I was either really intrigued about or scarring memories of my past. These will never stop haunting me.

Every painful event in my sketch book was expressed in dark colors. I don't mind the negative stereotypes the people place on me, this makes me feel bad for them. It's sad how they always judge one's appearance. I didn't know one person in the whole school who didn't see me as the 'emo bully'. My uncle is a retired professional boxer so I may have picked up a few strategies to defend myself, if needed. But I would never throw the first punch unless I had an actual reason. I used to beat up people to let out my emotions but  that stopped when I discovered I can let them out by moving a colour pencil around a blank canvas without hurting a soul.
Since I had a long train of thought I reached the classroom door without even realizing I was a few minutes late. Taking a deep breath, I entered the loud room. The walls were painted plain white, a little boring for an art class. All the seats were aligned in rows. There were a few empty seats but I fancied the one at the very back. As I first entered the room all of the eyes turned my direction and the room silenced. Most turning back because of how intimidating I apparently looked. But between the crowd, there was one head that stayed. I stared back at him but was cut off by my professor.

"Oh hello there," he said with a smile,  "you must be Mr. Daniel Howell."

"Just Dan," I said while moving to the back seat I spotted.

I took a seat and pulled out one of my black sketch books. My professor was talking but I couldn't concentrate with the pair of eyes burning into the side of my neck. When I turned my head I met eyes with the guy that kept looking at me. Why was he not afraid of me?

Not going to lie, he was pretty attractive. He had his hair parted to the right laying neatly on his head in the form of a black fringe, which looked like mine. He was wearing a plaid black and yellow shirt and black skinny jeans. His fringe covered one of his striking blue eyes. These were the most sparkly eyes anyone has ever seen. The moment he saw me looking straight into his eyes, he looked away quickly while lightly blushing  and turning back to his work. I half smiled noticing his embarrassment. I didn't look that direction for the rest of the lesson.

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I went back to my locker to put my sketch book in. When I enterned my combination and opened the door, a slip of paper fell to the floor. The small square had a number written on it and and note attached:

"Hi handsome, glad I got to see you in class today. You seem like an interesting person and would like to get to know you. If you are interested text me. This is my number on the top.
Ps. I have noticed you are quiet but when you talk your voice is beautiful ;)

-Secret admirer xx"

Secret admirer? Who was this guy? And why is he even trying to talk to me? I guess I have to text him to find out...

AN// HI GUYS [insert Philly's hand thing] omg guys thank you so much for 100 views!!! How did that even happen?? Hope you enjoyed next chapter will be Phils POV. It will start in the morning on his first day of school... Don't forget to vote and comment please^_^ also can we reach 120 views by the time this is uploaded??

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