Phan One Shots

~ Scholarship

Scholarship

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Summary: Dan has a scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the country. Phil Lester is the richest, most popular and intelligent person in the school ... until Dan comes along.

Have you seen the new kid?

Apparently he's a commoner.

A commoner?! He doesn't belong in this world.

He'll get eaten alive.

He's quite hot.

Are you sure he didn't get lost?

Apparently he's here on scholarship; he must be incredibly smart.

There's no one smarter than Phil Lester though.

He'd have to be a genius to beat Lester.

Phil's amazing he doesn't even have to try. 

Bet he just get's privileges for being the headmaster's son. 

Maybe the new kid will give him a run for his money.

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Phil Lester hated Dan Howell.

He'd hated him ever since he rocked up in his un-tucked sweater and black converse; with his messy hair and dimples that drove the girls wild. Yes, Phil hated him. He hated how he dressed, how he looked and how smart he was. Phil had been the smartest kid in the school ever since that guy had waltzed in with his lopsided grin and untidy uniform; he contrasted dramatically to every rich kid in the school dressed in crisp clothes. Phil's only act of rebellion was dying his hair black and even then he kept it in a neat fringe. 

Phil was probably one of the most popular guys in school - boosted a little by his social standing as headmaster's son; however it was his smarts that gained him further reputation. He was known to get immaculate test scores without even trying and it made Phil's ego flourish. However ever since Howell had shown up it had been dented. 

"Looking as trampy as ever Howell." Phil snapped with a smirk as the boy sauntered down the hallway. 

"Looking like a dick 'ead as always Lester." Dan grinned with those infuriating dimples. The spark in Dan's eyes made Phil angrier for some reason - he always felt like he needed to rise to the challenge.

"Shut your mouth commoner." Phil spat.

Dan didn't even bat an eyelash. He only laughed and continued to sweep down the hallway - this time with more spring in his step. Phil Lester absolutely hated Dan Howell's guts. He hated how at ease he was when confronted with Phil's degrading comments. Phil glared at Dan's unkempt sweater and tugged on his blazer, heading to class. He would not be upstaged by an overconfident brat.

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Phil glared at the score board. He grit his teeth as he read over the loathsome name taking up the number one spot.

Dan Howell

"Tough luck Lester. Seems your immaculate talent hasn't pulled through this round." Phil could almost hear the smirk in his voice. Phil spun round with his venomous glare now pointed at said individual. 

"T'was just dumb luck Howell. I wouldn't be so confident." Phil nearly snarled. 

"Ah ... I understand why you'd come to that conclusion. That's how you do isn't it? Phil Lester who get's his results without even trying - by sheer 'dumb luck'." Howell lifted an eyebrow condescendingly. Phil felt the fury boiling in his stomach.