Flawlessly Flawed

Chapter 1

Word Count: 634

"Daniel Howell?" The teacher, Mrs. Reed, called out.

"Um, it's just Dan... Present..." I answered, internally cringing at how painfully awkward I am. I despise school. I mean it's easy for me acedemically at least, not so much socially. I've always excelled in my grades, which is ironic seeing as I want to be a photographer when I'm older and use next to zero of my intelligence.

At least next year will be my last before graduating. I don't really know how I'm gonna become a photographer and survive on my own, that's so much responsibility! What if I'm not good enough at actually taking pictures to get anywhere with that career!

A tall boy walked in late pulling me out of my downhill mental spiral.

"What's your name, I don't think you're on my attendance list," the teacher squinted at the list saying that everyone was present despite this new kid standing there.

The boy had a black fringe that swept opposite of my lighter greyish one, my mum says it's brown along with my eyes. The new kid seemed to have very pale skin from what I can tell.

From the way he's looking at everything it looks like he can see color.

"Phillip Lester?" He said, sounding like he were asking the teacher if this were his name instead of telling her.

"I just go by Phil though, I got transferred into this class due to a mistake or something."

Mrs. Reed jotted down his name, "you can have a seat in that empty one by Daniel then."

"It's just, uh, Dan," I mumbled unsure of if she could even hear my quiet shy voice.

The attractive boy took the vacant chair beside me and grinned. No. Not attractive. I won't crush on the new kid, he me could possibly already have color. He's probably straight anyway.

"I'm Phil, you're Dan," he stated rather than asked.

I nodded, "Yeah... I'm aware of both those facts."

Phil simply smiled before turning to face the front. He seems a bit odd. Cute though. Cut it out, brain!

After awhile of staring straight ahead and trying to look like I'm paying attention while I'm really thinking about, well, practically anything else, Phil slid a paper in front of me.

In neat printing there was the question, 'What's your favorite animal?'

I furrow my brow at him, how random can you get. He nods at the paper urging me to answer.

In my messy scrawl I write, 'Alpaca.' Good luck reading that, Phil.

He squints for a moment before smiling, apparently able to decipher my chicken scratch.

'Mine's lions. Or red pandas. Favorite band?'

Easy one, 'Muse.'

Phil's grin grew wider, 'ME TOO'

I finally cracked a smile back at him, maybe we'll actually become friends.

Our question passing was interrupted by the bell and Phil took that as a cue to immediately begin talking.

"Do you like Mario Kart? I know it's kinda childish but I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna come over later? I know you don't really know me but I promise me family and I aren't murderers, not that that's really helpful though cause it's not like a murderer would just say 'hey I'm a murderer come to my house,'" he rambled, impressively without stopping for breath.

I smiled shyly, "sure, Mario Kart sounds fun," what I didn't tell him was that I'm talented at wrecking people in Mario Kart.

"Great!" His eyes lit up when he smiled, "can you meet me outside at that little pond and blossom tree a little ways away? We can walk to my house from there."

"Sure, see ya later Phil," I waved as I headed towards my next class.

He seems cool, really cute- wait no! No. He seem's cool.