truth or dare // phan au

thirty-four

dans pov
i rush to my first period class, english with mr. jackson. i've already missed homeroom. phil and i arrived at the school only a few minutes ago. we got here late because we were making out in his car, but no one needed to know that.
i quickly rush to english class.
the whole class looks at me as i step into the classroom, completely out of breath.
"oh look who finally decided to show up. do you have a late pass mr. howell?"
"well-"
"just take a seat." he sighs.
i went to the back of the room and took out a notebook and pen. instead of taking notes i sketch a certain pale, ocean eyed boy.
"mr. howell would you care to answer the question?" mr. jackson raised his eyebrows.
"uh-um" i stare at the board trying to figure out what we were doing, when pj interrupts.
"i know the answer!" his hand shoots up.
"okay, pj, what is it?" he was obviously annoyed that he couldn't embarrass me.
peej looks at me, i whisper "thanks", and he winks in response.

a/n: i finally added some pj into this