Chapter One: Good Morning

                                        

                                                  
 I rolled over to hear my stupid phone screaming out to inform me that it was time to wake the hell up. The only thing that went through my mind was that today marked the first day back to school after holiday. Christmas had come and gone so fast this year unlike last year, but maybe it was because school wasn't as painful as it was this year.
                              
	I sauntered over to my wardrobe to pick out the school uniform, which consisted of  black shoes, black trousers, a white button up, a black dress coat, and a red tie. The emblem of the school, proudly called Saint John's rest upon my right breast and the right side of my upper arm. Looking into my mirror, I adjusted the ridiculous red tie three more times. I hated the color. It threw off the entire outfit altogether, but whatever. 
                              
	As I skipped down the stairs with my backpack in hand, I heard my mother arguing with my younger brother, Adrian. Something along the lines of homework and being tardy. I cautiously slid past the two, making my way through the parlor and front room. I slid through the front door, shutting it with a silent click.
                              
	On the porch, I looked at my IPhone to glance at the time. Perfect. I would be on time to school for once!
                              
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	The moment I made it to the front lawn of the school, I saw the entire student body standing in the courtyard. The popular girls, beautiful as always, sat around the large fountain whilst the jocks threw a football back and forth to each other. It only caused the ever so popular girl, Courtney Cadbury, to shout at the boys to knock it off before she kicked their ass. Her long black hair, curled just right, framed her pale skin, perfect and flawless. Her eyes looked to be a gentle shade of grey. She was beautiful to me.
                              
	Smack!
                              
	Instantly, I was knocked to the ground as a stinging sensation spread across the left side of my head. I rubbed at it, sitting up to see one of the jocks beside me. It took me a moment to even realize who it was; Steven Brown. 
                              
	"Should've moved out of the way, faggot!" Steven barked at me as if I were to blame for their misthrow of the damn ball!
                              
	I opened my mouth to speak but shut it. I was not good with confrontation. In my head, I yelled back at Steven. I just shook my head and began to gather up my books that had haphazardously fallen out of my bag. When I grabbed my calculator, Steven kicked my bag away from me, yelling and laughing at me.
                              
	"Peasant," I mumbled once he was far away enough from me. 
                              
	Even Courtney had walked away. It's great to know I'm a loser, and I'm invisible. That's right. No one knows me. I don't ever get dates with pretty girls. I never get invited to parties. Worst of all, I don't have any friends. That's pathetic for being a sixteen year old boy. I'm sixteen. I should have a best friend-
                              
	The bell rang.
                              
	Great, I thought. Late to my first class with my stupid, hard-to-understand mathematics teacher.
                              
	Right as I reached for my black composition book, a hand, freckled and pale, grabbed it, handing it to me. I looked up through my brown fringe to see a boy with black hair and ocean blue eyes staring down at me. He had a crooked smile, but something about it made my cheeks burn with blush.
                              
	"Here," he said. "Come on, or we'll both be late to class."
                              
	I stood upright, mouth wanting to drop open. Damn it. I wanted to say thank you, but, again, nothing came out except a, "Yeah, wouldn't want to be late."
                              
	"Phil Lester," he told me as we both rushed to the entrance of the school.
                              
	"Dan Howell," I mumbled to him. 
                              
	Once inside, he went left and I went right. 
                              
	Even though I was late, the only thing on my mind was how beautiful his eyes were.
                              
	Phil Lester, I repeated in my head as I stepped into the classroom to be greeted with Mr. Geysler's Irish accent. Even with Phil's name clouding my mind, I could not understand a God damn word from this man.