Fuck-boy Gone Soft//Phan

Chapter One

Daniel James Howell absolutely hated Philip Michael Lester, and Philip Michael Lester completely despised Daniel James Howell.

Dan walked into Home-room and rolled his eyes when he saw the pale boy sitting in the front of the room.   Phil glared at him as he walked to the back.

Chris came in a few moments later and sat next to Dan. "I don't get it Dan, why do you guys hate eachother so much?"

"Because Chris. Phil Lester, is an asshole."

Chris looked sideways at the scrawney boy who was laughing with Pj. "He's really not though."

"Are you seriously taking Phil's side now?! Well, if Phil is so great, why don't you go be his best friend, then!" Dan angrily turned away from Chris and pulled his class work, and sketch book out of his bag, flipping open to the first page and grabbing a pencil.  He started sketching what ended up being a really well detailed picture of the boy he hated.

"Howell!"

His head snapped up in the direction of Mr.Ketch. (A/N - I love you if you get that reference) "Y-Yes?"

The whole classroom had turned to Chris and him.  Everyone snickered at him, whispered about him, and stared him down.  Everyone, except for Phil and Chris. Mr.Ketch sighed. "I said, In the triangle ABC sides AB and CB have equal lengths and the measure of angle ABC is equal to 36 degrees. What is the measure of angle BOC where O is the center of the circle?"

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I stared at him blankly. I am the worst in Geometry. I suppose it didn't help that I spent the whole class drawing instead of listening either. "Uh... I-it's um..." He handed me the marker, glancing at my art which i quickly covered up with my worksheet.

I went up to the board and started slowley drawing, begging my brain to think properley as I worked out the problems, coming to a conclusion within 15 minutes, that I prayed to God was right. I slowly turned around, handing the marker back to Mr.Ketch.  "The um... measure of angle BAC = (180 - 36)/2 = 72 degrees... and it's...  um... isosceles triangle"

He nodded and motioned for me to go back to my seat.  "Part B, Anyone?" He noticed Phil staring intently at his desk, as if it were the most intresting thing in the world.  "Ah, Mr.Lester.  Please?"

Phil nodded slowey and stood up taking the marker.  He finished the second part of the problem in less than 3 minutes. He looked proudly to the teacher, and said in a loud, Postitive, un-wavering voice, "The measure of angle BOC equals 2.  The measure of angle BAC is 144 degrees. It's inscribed angle and central angle intercepting the same arc."

"Thank you Philip."

The bell let out it's glorious sound of freedom, and I quickly dodged out of the classrom before Mer.Ketch could call me to his desk. I would rather not speak to him today and cause myself explaining ridiculous things such as why I wasn't paying attention.  What was I even supposed to say?

'Oh... I wasn't paying any attention to the lesson because I was busy drawing a picture of Philip Michael Lester, the boy I hate more than anything.'

Mhmn. That would go well.

"HEY! HOWELL! WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE OFF TOO?!"

Shit.

I'm sorry for such a short shitty chapter, they WILL get longer.  I just felt like having a cliff hanger and that's as good as it gets...  Love you.  Don't forget too vote!