"Okay, so wait... What?" Dan mumbled at the teacher. The teacher rolled his eyes, an annoyed expression on his face. It wasn't his fault -- okay maybe it was. Dan wasn't good math, and personally he found it retarded. He huffed, looking at the question.
"What does that even mean?" Dan mumbled.
"Dan, if you were paying any attention you'd see what it meant." The teacher spoke.
"Sorry, it won't happen again." Dan replied softly. He blushed at everyone staring at him and whispering things about him. He honestly had no clue, he wish he payed attention.
"Faggot." Chris giggled.
"Fuck off, Chris. No one wants to hear that I'm a 'bundle of sticks' okay?" Dan snapped, adjusting his flower crown. He smirked before turning back around and watching the teacher.
"Class, we are also having a new student. His names Phil, he's from the North." The teacher told them, everyone got intrigued. Usually new kids can mean different things. It can mean more bully victims, more bullies, or more cute boys or jocks, or cute girls.
A tall boy stepped out. He had tattoo invested arms and piercings everywhere. He had a spiked black leather jacket and a permanent smirk on his face. His hair was also a fringe like Dan's, but it wasn't curly and it was dyed blue. "So, Phil, want to say anything to the class?" The teacher asked.
"No." Phil simply said, confidence building up as he stood taller. He must have been slouching because he was literally 6'4 while Dan was only 5'8. The teacher gave him a evil glare before rolling his eyes.
"At least say hi." The teacher snapped.
"Fuck you all." Phil simply said, sitting in a desk behind Dan. Everyone gasped offended, except Dan. Dan honestly didn't care. He had heard worse, so he was probably going to get bullied by that new kid.
"Hey, cutie, mind leaning down so I can see the notes?" A slick voice said behind Dan. It was full of seductive vibes, and made Dan have goosebumps.
"Huh? Oh, uh -- I mean sure." Dan said, leaning down while being pure red.
"Thanks." Phil replied, before writing down the notes. The bell rang and Dan stood up, heading out the halls before being pinned to the locker.
"Hey, where are you going?" Dan looked up to see Phil, who had a smirk on his face. Dan raised an eyebrow, his face turning red. Phil leaned in closely, before pausing.
"Don't ignore me. Here's my thank you." Phil smiled, before pecking Dan on the cheek and walking off. Dan coughed, and began choking.
"What just happened!?" Dan's voice cracked.
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Want You Dead
Fanfiction(Punk Phil x Pastel Dan) Phil, the normal day bounty hunter might arrive at the wrong time. He may look like a normal punk, but he's far worse than expected. Dan may have a hug crush on him when he arrives at the school.
