noir ; phan

quatre

[dan]

"i heard from a little bird that you guys had a sleepover last night, so did y'all do the frickle frackle?" tessa chirped, raising her eyebrows at dan as she pushed back her pinkish hair.

"whats a 'frickle frackle'? also how did you know!" dan confronted her, tessa giggled and then showed her his phone.

"you have your snapchat person on, its not on ghost mode and i saw that you were with elliott." she shrugged, "also 'frickle frackle' means you guys had fun in bed." she added.

"also why weren't you at school yesterday? it was so boring since carrie had to tutor some guy all lunch. and elliott was probably jerking off in the bathroom as i couldn't find him all lunch hour!" tessa exclaimed.

dan laughed, tessa loved to talk. she was just a very talkative person. and dan loved that about her, she could spark a conversation even in her darkest days.

•

"hey em, still haven't gotten your seat back?" dan asked as he sat next to emma, sitting in the worn plastic chair.

"no, fucking bitch won't give it to me. he's an arse." emma spit, shifting her body weight and facing dan.

dan nodded, busy sketching out on the thick piece of paper that felt rough but soft at the same time. his pencil digging into it, the led breaking.

"frick." dan mumbled, emma raised an eyebrow at him. he grabbed a sharpener out of his pencil case beginning to sharpen it, watching the would get trimmed.

"wow thats really good, is this sketch for the new project?" emma questioned, her finger nails (which were painted black) tapping against the paper.

"yeah, its ok i guess. just a quick sketch, i can draw but not as well as most people who can draw galaxies and shit." he ranted, emma laughed shaking her head.

"better than i can do, all i can do is draw stick men and i get c minuses for 'em. should get a's though. a for effort at least." emma shrugged.

"you know, we always bond and have the same humour and stuff. why do you like hate me?" dan huffed, twiddling the orange pencil in his hands.

"hate is a strong word, daniel. i do not hate you, i just despise you with a passion. but i've began to lighten up to you since i have to sit next to you every day in class." she told him truthfully, beginning to rant.

"hate is too strong, the only person i hate is phil. honestly he is such a bitch and needs to learn some fucking manners-"

the slam of a hand on a desk cut emma off, the two flinched and looked up. phil lester, with a mischievous smirk on his face was gazing at emma. emma looked as if she puked in her mouth and swallowed it.

"am i really that popular?" phil snorted, his blue eyes full of sarcasm and hate. emma scoffed, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

"no you're not you fuckin' scumbag. you are an asshole and at least i have respect for teachers and for some people!" emma sneered.

dan hesitated, he knew that anything could annoy emma. just the littlest things, and dan could tell just by phils presence, she was about to explode.

"why don't you like my darling, am i not punk or cool enough for you?" phil bragged daringly, emmas face was turning red from anger.