In Geography they were learning about the sea. Dan never knew something could be as boring as learning about 'how hydraulic action erodes the land'. They were taking notes as well. Dan soon learned that the teacher was obsessed with note taking. Anytime he looked up at the board, he could feel Phils eyes on him. He didn't like it. He wasn't going to say anything though. He didn't like confrontation. Instead he just tried to ignore Phil and carry on with his work. When the bell finally rang, Dan leapt out of his seat, shoved his books in his back and raced out the classroom door. When he was outside of the classroom and halfway down a desolate corridor he took out his timetable. Dan found out that he had History in Room 63 next. He knew where this room was because he had heard a teacher saying that it was outside in the prefabs.
Dan walked outside and squinted. The sun was very bright today. He walked towards Room 63 with his head down. Hoping, that if Phil was here, he wouldn't notice him. Unfortunately, he ran into someone. An extremely short man with glasses, whiteish hair and a a moustache. "A bheith cúramach tú buachaill amaideach!!!!" The man shouted. Dan stared. He was quite taken aback. He didn't even know what language he was speaking, although he had the feeling it was Irish. "Oh I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." Dan muttered. "Alright, be careful next time!!!" The man replied. He had a thick Irish accent. The man walked away. Dan walked into Room 63 and looked around. Phil was sitting at the front of the class. Dan awkwardly walked over and took the only remaining seat next to Phil. There was no teacher there so he had a few minutes to kill. There was only a few people in the class. They were very loud. And annoying. Dan took out all his history books and his pencil case which he had drawn a load of band symbols on.
Phil was messing with his stuff next to Dan. It didn't bother him. He wasn't talking or trying to make contact with Dan, that made Dan happy. Suddenly Phil dropped his Pokémon pencil case. He got a fright and went to catch it, but has he was doing this, he fell over, and knocked all of Dan's things off the table. Dan had no idea what got into him but he blew. "You son of a bitch!!! Look what you did you useless piece of fucked up meat!!!" As he said this, the door to the classroom opened.
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FanficPhil is pastel. Or, at least that's how he's described. Flower crowns forever, bright converse, and pastel hoodies, he's a generally happy and optimistic person. He is at least acquaintances with most people who know him, and is well liked by all. H...
