Sticks and Stones {A Pastel!Dan & Punk!Phil Phanfiction}

Chapter 3: Dan

**Dan**

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I move my hand across my sheets, but I don't do anything more.

"Adrian..." I mumble, "Turn off your alarm. I'm trying to sleep."

I hear shuffling from the other side of the room.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Adrian!" I say louder, clearer. "Shut it off!"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep.

"Bloody hell!" I yell, throwing my covers towards the wall. Chestnut locks of my hair dangle in my face, blocking my view. I glare a the alarm clock at my side, which is set for 6 AM.

It's 6:13.

Light pours in from the cracked curtains, dust dancing sorrowfully between the gap.

I slid my other hand to my side and I push my limp body upright, looking at my dorm with strained eyes.

I blow air through my teeth, and the dangly hair shifts slightly. "Right. I'm at school."

I heave myself out of bed, sweeping my ungrateful hair to the sides of my face as I strip myself of my clothes from the previous night in the bathroom. My hand pulls on the handle of the shower, and ice cold water consumes me. But, because it was too early for me to be awake, I didn't mind. I just stood there, looking up into the spout, wondering what would be in store for me today.

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Walking into the cafeteria, I thought, would be total chaos. The whole area would be swarmed with delinquents, but honestly it was just a few nerds, a few troublemakers, and some forgettable faces. Only about fifty people sat around the tables of eight. I scan the room trying to find my friends, but I didn't see any.

Just me this year.

I sat down at a table near the back, by myself. I pull my phone from my pocket and play a few games of Nom Cat (I'm not sorry) before one of the teachers quieted down the crowd.

"Good morning, students, and welcome back. As you all know, the tutoring program here has been extremely successful over the course of recent years, student's improvements ranging widely from C's to A's." I sort of tuned out after that, and went back to playing Nom Cat. Soon enough, the teachers started calling pairs of tutors and students in need of tutoring. I put my phone away at this point, waiting for my name to be called.

"Jessica Jones will be tutoring Robin Stem.

"Steven Evans will be tutoring Shane Michaels.

"Daniel Howell will be tutoring Philip Lester."

My eyes widen and my blood chills. Philip. Another name for Philip is Phil.

No. it couldn't be. What are the odds that-

The boy I was tutoring stood up. He had blue hair, tattoos covering his arms, and a beanie covering most of his head.

I sigh. It was him.

I didn't think he realized that I was his tutoring partner, until he looked at who was the only person who was standing other than the teachers, me. He seemed shocked at first, but then his gaze hardened into anger. The teachers motion for us to walk to the library together, where all the partners were going to get to know one another, so, side by side, we walk out of the doors to the cafe and head for the library.

Outside, it was dead silent. Even the birds seem to be hiding. The wind nips at the sides of my face and my arms are wrapped around my body. I look up at Philip, who is slightly taller than me. He's staring dead ahead, with a stone cold expression. I watch the warm air release from his lips for a few seconds, then bring my attention back to the pavement.