School Boy

1 - That Fucking Smirk

☺ Chapter 1 ☺

Beep, beep, beep!

I groaned and rolled over to turn off my alarm. ‘Another Monday. Great.’ I thought. At least I could talk to Mrs. Dodds in first period.

I laid there with my head buried in the pillow for a few minutes before I reluctantly got up and went to my closet. I grabbed a faded black band shirt and some black jeans. I straightened my mess of hair and put in my earrings before going downstairs for breakfast.

“Good morning, sweetie!” my mom said as she handed me some toast.

“Morning, mom. Hey, I'm meeting the person that I'll be tutoring tomorrow so I'll be home late.”

“Ok Dan. You know I work late Mondays so there's some leftovers in the fridge when you get home.” She said as she took my plate and I got up to grab my backpack. I made a mental note to stay out as late as possible and hope my dad drinks enough to pass out before I get home. Sure, I'll have to deal with him when I get back from tutoring tomorrow, but mom should be home by then and she'll hopefully stop him some. She doesn't know how bad my dad is to me and he wants to keep it that way.

I went outside and started walking to school as I blared Muse in my earbuds. I took one out when I heard a motorcycle come up beside me. The person riding stopped and said something, “Hey, Danny. Need a ride?” I looked up to see none other than Philip Lester. Oh no.

“Fuck off,” I said and went to put my earbud back in. Phil drove closer.

“But you're about to be late, sweetie.”

“No I'm not, you . . .” I trailed off as I looked at the time on my phone. It read 8:48. Shit.

Phil smirked at my reaction. I can't be late! I wanted to talk to Mrs. Dodds about dinner with my family on Friday! My relationships with my teachers may be weird but my mom was a teacher who happened to know almost every teacher at my school so it wasn't weird that she wanted to catch up over dinner occasionally. “Still don't want that ride?” He asked.

I let out a heavy sigh. “Fine.”

Phil smirked again and took off his helmet, revealing his jet-black hair and striking blue eyes. “Here, we wouldn't want to risk your pretty face getting beat up, now would we?” I glared at him before grabbing the helmet and putting it on. It smelled like girl's shampoo and cologne, which was a surprisingly good combination. “Grab on,” he gestured to his waist with a devilish glint in his bright eyes. As much as I wanted to not cling to him for dear life, I didn't want to chance even more injuries on top of the ones I had leftover from Friday's beating. So, I reluctantly snaked my arms around his waist. Before long, we were in school and on our way to the math class we had together. As much as I hated Phil, I couldn't escape classes.

Two minutes later, I was talking to Mrs. Dodds about dinner with my mom on Friday. “Of course, honey. Now sit down before class starts. I'm assigning new seats today.”

“Oh dear,” I said jokingly, heading to my seat in front of the board.

“Okay, class. We've got new seats today. I'll read out your name and the person who you will be sitting next to. We're also starting a project, and the person next to you will be your partner.”

I mentally groaned. 'Not Phil. Please, God, not Phil. Please. Not. Phil.’ I repeated the phrase in my head until she got to my name.

“Dan Howell, honey, you're next to Phil Lester.”

Of course God hates me. Phil watched as I went to sit next to him, that damn smirk evident on his face the entire time. Oh boy, this was definitely going to be an experience.

*PS, ily if you got the Percy Jackson references!!!*