New School, New Me

*Phil's POV*

I drove up to my new school with the nervousness set in the pit of my stomach.  I had to move to London for a new start, but that doesn't mean I'm excited about a new school.  Its horrible and I feel like all of my nerves are heightened.

I take a deep breath, closed the car door, and went to the school's office.  The lady at the desk had at least two pounds of makeup on her face, but she was nice at least.  She handed me my schedule and said she liked my shirt before telling me where my first class was.  I decided the first day I would wear my cloud shirt with my black skinny jeans, because I thought it would look decent.  

Half way down the hall I heard the lady at the desk yell that class had started ten minutes ago.  Great.  Late on my first day of a new school.  This should be great.  I broke into a fast-paced stride to get to my class.  My first classes door as already open so I slowly walked in.  I felt everyone's eyes on me and it made my heart start pounding in my chest. The teacher in front of the class was the one who broke the silence that had come over the class.  "Are you the new student? Phil?"  I looked up at her. She had auburn hair and bright green eyes; she was wearing black dress pants with a dressy dark blue shirt, casual teacher wear.  

"Y-yes.  I'm Phil."  I looked around at all of the students eyes that were on me.  I stopped when i saw one pair that cought my eye.  This guy was staring at me with a weird look on his face.  He had dark brown hair to match his eyes, and he was wearing a regular black shirt with a leather jacket and black skinny jeans.  Why is he looking at me like that?

The teacher interrupted my thought process when she put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a warm smile.  "I'm Mrs.Hilton, Phil.  You can sit here."  She pointed at the desk right in front of the guy who was staring at me.  "This is Dan by the way.  He should be able to show you around if you need help."  I sat down in the desk and looked back at Dan.  He smiled at me, "Hello"  

I mumbled a hello before turning to face the front of the class.  Mrs. Hilton went on with her History lesson until the bell rang and the students scurried out of the class.  As I was walking out I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Dan smiling back at me.  His smile was dazzling.  It could light up anybodies day..especially mine.

Wait what?  Phil, you just met this guy.  I shook the thought out of my head.  "I haven't properly intruduced myself yet."  Dan holds out his hand and I shake it.  "I'm Dan Howell.  I am nothing special and i do nothing with my life but use tumblr and eat food."  We both laughed at his honesty.  

"I'm basically the same way."  I chuckled and looked up at him.  He was giving me that look again.  Like he was examining every square inch of my face.  "Why are you looking at me like that?" I smile while asking the question so it doesn't come off rude.  

"Oh. Uhm.  You have something in your hair."  He reaches over and picks something out of my hair that i didn't see.  "Oh wow thanks.  That would've been embarassing to walk around like that all day.."  He laughs and starts walking down the hall motioning for me to follow.  "So what class do you have next?"  

I pull out my schedule and examine it. "Uhm.. Chemistry."  Dan does a small smile.  "Yeah, I have that class now too.  Just follow me."  

We walked a short distance before we got to the next class.  Dan told me to sit by him, so I went to the back corner of the class where he sat and smiled at him before sitting.

Half way through the class i felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Dan holding a folded piece of paper out for me to take.  I took it and opened it reading what the note said.  So, what brought you to London? (Curiosity is my middle name. Sorry)