We weren't meant to be //d.h & p.l

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Phil

Oh how much I loved waking up at 6 am to get on a bus and go to hell.
OK I'm over exaggerating.
But I mean, I moved schools because I'm a lost soul as they say.
I don't have a tattoo and I'm 16.
Everyone in my last school treated me like I had some really bad case of cancer. Most people would feel pity on me for being forever lonely.

But hey I'm not all that mad. Or sad. Or lonely. I like being alone. I have less problems too. But I've found love for other things instead. Like sunflowers. I love sunflowers.

The walk to see the school wasn't that bad since it was the start of the year, and nobody would stare at me.

But it was weird for them to see a random guy who they have never seen before appear in a class of kids who have been in the school district since kindergarten.

So I sat down in the back. Away from other kids.

"Welcome class, so the first couple weeks we are going to get to know each other. So well do whatever I guess"

The teacher seemed nice. He look like he was in his early 30s.

"Hey, so you're new? Right?" Spoke a random kid.
I turned around to see a guy who seemed to be a bit shorter than me. And he gave off a vibe that he was a total dick.

"Um yeah."
He looked annoyed as hell.
"So, what's you're tattoo?"

"So no "how are you?" Or "what's your name?". Ok then" I said with a laugh. I didn't even want to talk to him.

"Just let me see your wrist kid." He grabbed my wrist in an attempt to look, but right as he looked down someone pulled me away.

"William stop integrating the new kid. You dont even know his name for Christ sakes."
I turn around a see a boy, only slightly taller than me. With eyes as brown and deep like Cinnamon coffee. His hair was a nice fringe. The opposite of my quiff.

William turns annoyed and walks away. Rolling his eyes as he walks.
"Be careful kid, you need to stick with the right people or you might be beat the shit out of" he giggled. I just then noticed he was wearing a yellow long sleeved shirt. With black ripped jeans. Cute.

He broke my thoughts about him. "Hey sit with me. I don't think my friends will mind." He smiled.

I thought about it for a while. Why not.

"Yeah sure, oh and thanks for that.."
Jesus Christ i sound like a ten year old boy going through puberty.

We walked to the back of the room and sat with two other girls. One had long brown hair and eyes as bright as the sun. The other had blonde hair with bright pink tips. They looked at me in confusion and they looked at boy and back at me with a smile.

The first girl patted the seat she was currently sitting on and got up and sat opposite she was just before, next to the boy.

I sat down and realized I knew none of their names. Nor did they know mine. But some how the boy chirped in just in time to help me out.

"I'm Daniel, but please, just call me Dan. This is Louise." He said pointing to the girl next to me. She waved to me. "And this is Zoe." He sad as he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Oh well, I'm Phil. Well technically Phillip...but no one calls me that. Um anyway.. Thanks for letting me sit with you" I instantly regretted saying my full name as if they would have started laughing. But they didn't.

Dan started to talk to Zoe about some party and instantly thought I was in the wrong group.

"Well Phil. As Danny boy and Zoe are talking about a party that will probably end up with Joe drunk as hell. Why don't you tell me about your self. Like...what's your tattoo look like?" She asked as if it wouldn't make me go crazy. But she obviously didn't mean to make me feel this way.

"Oh um..well funny thing. I don't have a tattoo.." I said but as it went on I got quieter and quieter.

As if I yelled it to everyone els at the table Dan and Zoe turn to look at me as well.

Louise looked in shock and looked at the other two to see what they would say.

Zoe also looked shocked as well but kind of excited?

Then there was Dan. His face was pale as snow. Almost paler than me. If that's possible. He blinked as if it would help him process it more.

I quickly tried to think of something to say but as usual only stupidness came out.

"Uh..I get it if you don't want me to sit here. I'll leave right now-" as i stood up to leave Louise pulled me to sit back down.

"You little twat sit back down. You're our friends. Well at least my friend. And I don't care that you don't have one." She spoke like she would break me if she spoke any louder.

Zoe also nodded along.

As did Daniel.

"But even if I'm not like everyo-" she put a hand over my mouth as to shut me up and spoke again.

"As in fact I think you're cool. New kind of. I don't think anybody else doesn't have one" Louise let out a squeel of excitement.

I looked at Daniel and Zoe and they nodded.

"Anyway Phillip whats your next class?" Daniel asked. I look down at my class periods.

"Well Daniel, I have English Literature in room 102. And I honestly have no clue where that is."

He instantly smiled and spoke again.

"Oh me too. We can walk together, I'll show you the way." He smiled.

That damned smile.

That smile with..dimples?

Those dimples.

Those Deep dimples.

I didn't notice them before but now that I have. I'm glad I had. Because those dimples are to kill for.

We exchanged our classes and me and Daniel have almost every class together except for my fifth.

Oh how lucky I am to have met someone like daniel