Disclaimer: I do not own Phan, only this story and I am not extremely good at English being as it isn't my first language and I picked it up later than I should have so sorry if this story sounds like it was written by a 5 year old, I try my best: P
Chapter 1 – The new guy
Phil's POV
My mum waved goodbye from our crappy house as I started down the road. Summer break was now over and the winter term had begun. I hated this term, I hated all terms, and I hated most things. At school I wasn't in a group, I was just the smart, depressed kid who was easy to pick on. I was unsure of my place in my dump of a school, society and most other aspects of my life, the one thing I was completely sure of was my sexuality (bisexual), but that just made me more of an outcast. That's why I was depressed, and because of the fact that my mum was my only friend, but I didn't mind, I'd rather have her as my accomplice than any of the 'people' in my class.
This morning I could sense the autumn in the atmosphere. The mornings were slowly getting progressively cooler and the summer nature was dying, although I loved the trees at this time of year. Yes, they may be failing but never have they looked more alive with the impressive range of extravagant colours that the branches beheld. Walking this route was one of the best parts of my day. Mum can't drive me because she needs the car for her job and I have no father. I could get the bus but that would just be a waste of the precious little money I have, and I was close enough to school to be able to walk, which was always a perk.
As soon as I arrived in my classroom, I headed straight for my desk and pulled out my latest novel. While a large amount of my time would be spent studying (to ensure that I can successfully graduate and help my mum with finances) before registration I would only skim read. Because I was not part of any social standard, the daily gossip never reached me, so I'd take this time to listen to pretentious talk and banter, scan the area to see if anything new had magically appeared and just read. Today was different. Diagonally left ahead of me somebody new was sitting. The weird thing was, that if anybody tried to talk to him, he would never fully engage in the conversation, or just be straight down uncooperative. If this was his way of making friends or giving the impression that he was cool, he obviously didn't know the ways of this school, but then again, who did.
My trail of thought was rudely breached by Mr Davison, my form tutor and music/drama teacher, stridden in and instructed us all to sit and listen. He was a young man, around 24; he had short, black hair, abs that any man would kill for and an impeccable sense of style. I found myself frequently wishing that more men in this school were like Mr Davison.
"Okay class, I would firstly like to start off with a warm welcome back to this hellhole and I hope you all enjoyed summer more than I did, secondly I would like to introduce our new pupil, Dan." From over the edges of my book, I peered at Dan making his way to the front. 'Nice body' I thought to myself, maybe he isn't so bad. Then he turned around. Forget Mr Davison, this man was beautiful. His features were all so symmetrical and just, perfect. His hazel eyes were round and curious, though slightly covered by his fringe, which he wore in the same way as me; only his hair was a stunning shade of hazel and was generally fluffier than my mop. And his smile, no words could describe the beauty of his smile. Dan was perfect; maybe this term wouldn't be so bad after all.