Maybe it's enough - Phan (Completed)

Mr Howell and Mr Lester

IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN AGES GAH I KNOW DONT KILL ME

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(Dan's POV)

The bell goes, causing both me and the boy to jump and loose focus. By this time, he's already out the library door and off to lesson.

Fuck. Lesson.

I sigh, taking out my timetable and scanning over it, before taking out the useless map I have been given to see if I can navigate my way round this wretched school. I groan, history, my least favourite lesson out of all the fucking lessons, and I don't even know where the fucking room is.

Around ten minutes pass, and I come across my classroom, contemplating whether to walk in or just leave. My head wins my heart, and I end up stumbling into lesson, with every student staring at me. There is only one kid I notice. The boy from the library. Great.

I speak to the teacher for a moment or two, before she tells me to sit next to library boy. I groan, lolling my head back and huffing towards him.

"Do I have to sit next to him?" I say overly loud, my back already turned. Nevertheless I slump down next to him dramatically, causing an eruption of snickers and giggles being thrown my way, my adrenaline pumping. This is what I missed about going to a new school, the feeling of new people with different humours than the last, being the joker of the class.

Soon enough, I've straightened my posture, sitting up tall in my seat. My mother once told me if I was to slouch and sit half heartedly on my seat, I'd end up like the hunchback. To be perfectly honest, I don't want that, not ever. Our teacher starts rambling on about the Tudors, which in all honesty I couldn't care less, so I take a chance to look at the people in my class. Over on the other back hand side, there are the boys, tough kids I'm guessing, all on there phones and trying to chat up the blonde girls on the table in front of them. In front of the orange blondes, you have nerds, all engrossed in what their teacher is saying, constantly writing down notes, even if their eyes aren't on the page. Then there are the loud, the quiet, and the ones who really couldn't give a fuck. And then there is me, and library boy, who I still have yet to name. I turn to look at him, eyeing him over to see he's watching the teacher, his notepad out but nothing written in it yet, as he is playing with his long sleeves.

"Mr Howell" I hear the teacher call, resulting in me whipping my head round to glare at her, to which she is not amused. "If you wish to stare at Mr Lester all lesson I shall move you both to a separate classroom." She lectures, making the girls giggle and the boys stare at me weirdly.

"If you wish for me to punch his face in, go ahead and move us." I snap back, the other students suddenly shutting up as things got serious. I fold my arms, a smug look appearing on my face as I raise an eyebrow at her, cocking my head slightly.

"Daniel Howell. Out my class now. Wait around the corner." She naps back, as I push my chair back and I stand up, letting my arms hand loose beside me, walking slowly out the classroom to piss her off even more. Good start Dan, congratualtions.

The teacher comes out in just under five minutes, shouting at me and telling me that what I said was very inappropriate and she could easily just send me to the headmaster, although letting me off because it was my first day. I return into the classroom behind her, a few students clapping me as I walk in, as if I've achieved something great.

Library boy however, is sat in his seat, with his knees to his chest, staring straight ahead. I frown, suddenly feeling awful about what I said, scared as to if I've hurt his feelings. I sit down slowly in my seat, correcting my posture once again, before this time listening to the teacher, not bothered to get into even more trouble than I already was. Lesson preceded like this for another hour, mentally draining me to the point I thought I was going to just collapse and die. Although this occurred, in the back of my mind, I constantly had this urge to talk to library boy, wanting to see if I had upset him.

The bell rung, and everyone, including the teacher, left as soon as possible. Other than me. I grab a pen out my bag, moving over to library boy's side of the desk before writing down one, two letter word.

"Hi."