Under The Stars

Dan's POV

As I walked into English class, early as usual, I took my regular seat, alone, at the back of the classroom so that I could effectively daydream out of the same window I often just lent my head on whilst deep in thought contemplating the small impact a single human life has and how I and everyone I love will die. I mean... what?

Not two minutes after my arrival the swarm of other 16 year old teens filled up the available seats, leaving the one next to me empty.

Just after everyone had taken a seat Mrs Fletcher walks in. She is the head of English and my all-time favorite teacher. Most students would think it weird to be buddies with the teacher but Mrs Fletcher is different. She is young to be a teacher but that does not mean she is disrespected, even the 'toughest' guys in school will do as she asks first time round because she demands respect and gets it.
I wish I was like that, instead I politely ask for silence and get constant noise from people who, after I leave the hell-hole they call the educational system, I fully intend to never have to see again.

I have never really been an outgoing person. I have two friends; Chris and PJ and they are all I need. I trust my friends with my life, all my deepest, darkest secrets, hopes and fears.
Apparently that is a silly thing to do, you can never trust people.
But I trust Chris and PJ and I know that they trust me. We have been friend since we were days old as we are all born on the same day, exactly one hour apart. It really does freak people out when we say that.
Our mums are all best friends and went in to labour simultaneously whilst having afternoon tea at a garden centre with all of their mums who are best friends too.
We all know we are weird, we have heard it a lot, it still is quite a freaky coincidence, you have to admit.

As the classes constant shouting to each other along with general unruly behaviour was swiftly silenced by the late bell, a raise of Mrs Fletchers hand and the tall, creaky English classroom door opening, an ebony-haired, tall, and drop-dead gorgeous boy was revealed, awkwardly shuffling through.

I have never seen this guy before.
I know this because...
1) although I am in no way popular, being down the pecking order allows you the time to actually see the individual personalities of your peers.
2) someone that good-looking would have caught my eye, in an instant.

I am open about my sexuality, I always have been.
I am bisexual.
Chris is Asexual.
PJ is gay.
We all came out to each other on the same day at lunch after having secretly panicked and worried about it for a few weeks.
There are many signs- this being one of them- that we have all been together for far too long!

Mrs Fletcher cleared her throat and asked the boy still stood in the doorway to introduce himself and share one interesting fact.
"H-hi, my name's Phil, I-I just moved here from up North and my fav-favorite animal is a l-lion."

He was nervous, who wouldn't be, he was stood up at the very front speaking to 30-something teenagers who didn't even care about their up and coming GCSE's, never mind the guy stuttering nervously- yet adorably- at the front of the long classroom.

"Okay then Phil" Mrs Fletcher scanned the room for an available seat before locking eyes with me and glancing at the vacant seat next to me. I took a deep breathe and nodded slightly.
I am an introvert. Social interaction...not my thing. Even speaking to people I knew made me nervous with a fear I would do or say something wrong.
Mrs Fletcher was the only teacher who fully understood that and she wouldn't dare put someone next to me if I didn't want them there, that's why she insisted the school put in a spare desk at the front of her classroom even though she insisted it was for poorly behaved children.
She finished off the sentence after I sent a slight nod back.
"You may go and sit at the back next to Dan"