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Bad Boy?

A/N: This is a long one

Dan's POV
    I'm Dan Howell, or the "bad boy" as the kids at school call me. I don't mind, I guess I am a "bad boy." I wear all black or usually I wear my ripped black jeans, a white tee and top it off with a leather jacket most of the time.
Call me cocky, but I know all the girls drool over me even if some will deny. I know the girls want to fuck me, and the guys want to be me.

    
     It's finally Friday, I get up from bed after I turn off the alarm. I slip on some black jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket, the usual. I slip on my Convers, spray on some cologne, brush my teeth and I'm out. I say bye to my mom and head out the door and drove to school.

     I arrive school and park my car. Once I walked in the building I spot my friend PJ and head over to him. As I walk over to him a familiar face stops me in my tracks. Allison, she was the last girl I fucked, which was last weekend. See I do this thing where i fuck girls once, then never speak with them again. Look, if i ever feel something for the girl after we finish,which I never do, I would stay with her. That is another reason why I am called the "bad boy."

     "So Dan, last weekend was great. We should do it again some time." She says a little nervousness in her voice. I stood there completely uninterested. "Yeah...so what happened was a one time thing, I'm sorry." I really wasn't sorry. "So... no," I say as I walked past her. She just stood there, she should've known. I shrug it off and as I arrive to PJ the bell rang.

Ring

     I roll my eyes and head to my first class with PJ, which was English. We enter the class and I sit in a seat. I like to sit in the back of the class for obvious reasons. I kick my feet up the desk as i take out my phone, scrolling through twitter. The teacher doesn't  care anymore as she just gave up on telling me what to do cause i never listen.

Phil's POV
     I enter my English class after saying bye to my good friend Carrie. Then I see...him... Daniel Howell sitting in my seat on his phone without a care in the world. I hate Dan, how do girls drool over him, I mean he's attractive i guess but, he is such a dick. I roll my eyes and walk over to him. "Ahem," Dan looks up from his phone. "What?" He asks."You're in my seat," I say in annoyance, crossing my arms over my chest. "So?... sit there," He gestures to the empty seat next to him. I rolled my eyes and scoff. There was no seat left so i sat there as he looks down at his phone again.

    A couple minutes later, the teacher explains that we have a writing assignment. "You guys will be having partners, and i have assigned you guys partners. No switching partners and no working alone. You have to work with the partner you have or you'll fail." Everyone complained, knowing we won't be assigned with our friends. The teacher read out the list of partners, "Allison and PJ, Mark and Jax, Daniel and Phil..." WHAT, I'm working with Dan. I look at Dan as he does the same to me and i roll my eyes for what seems like the hundredth time.

     "This assignment is due on Tuesday next week so get going during the weekend." Everyone groaned, "You have 5 minutes left of class. Go talk with your partner." She says. I turn to look at Dan to no surprise who is on his phone...again. I pack up my stuff and wait for the bell. Finally the bell rang and I left the room.

     "HEY PHIL!" I heard someone shout from behind me. I turn to see Dan running toward me. "Hm?" I ask, ready to leave. "I need your address so we can work on this assignment," "ok, do you have paper?" I ask taking out my pen. He shakes his head no and i give the face  of 'really bitch' i grab his hand and push up his sleeve to his leather jacket. I write down my adress on his arm. "There, come over at 4," I walk away with a little smile on my face. "Wait...what...why am i smiling why do i feel butterflies in my stomach, i hate Dan i don't like him..do I?... NO" i thought to myself