Chapter 1

Freshman Year

Dan's POV

I hate being here and not knowing anyone. I feel more alone than I normally do. At least at my old school people knew who I was, they may not have liked me, but at least they knew me. It is only the first day and I'm already worrying about my popularity status.

My brother, on the other hand, always has friends as soon as he walks in a room. I swear that kid knows everyone in the universe. Just last week, we walked into a shop and a kid walked right up to him and started talking to him like he'd known him his whole life. I had never seen this kid before, ever. Some people are like that, others just want to talk to them. I don't understand this, no one ever wants to talk to me, even when no one knows me.

I think my parents hate me or something, because first they take me to school on the first day of second grade dressed in pink. All the kids laughed at me, I laughed at me. Sixth grade, for some reason my mother and I wore the same size jeans. I get up, and put my jeans on like nothing is wrong. I get to school and realize they had period blood stained all over them. My teacher actually sent me to the nurse's office to make sure I wasn't bleeding out of my anise. From that point on everyone in the whole school called me Menstrual Man. I wouldn't be surprised if someone here know about it.

Lunch, always my favorite part of the day, not. When you don't have anyone to sit with you completely dread lunch. I mean, yes, I am completely, deeply in love with food. When all else fails, just remember there is someone out there that will always love you, food. On this day food doesn't even love me, though. My mum packed my lunch for me and for some reason she can't bring herself to know that I hate turkey. I would have just bought my lunch, but on the first day, they don't serve lunch at school, dumb.

Bag in hand, searching the cafeteria for an empty table and failing, when finally I stop a table with only one kid sitting at it. I walk over extremely nerves to even consider talking to someone who isn't related to me. What if he knows about Menstrual Man? What if everyone at the table is just getting their lunch? Help me God.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? There are no empty tables left." I say not even looking at the kid.

"Yeah, sure, no one's sitting here." He tells me with the most excited attitude.

I'm not so sure about this kid. Maybe he's part of some satanic cult and that's why no one wants to sit with him? What if he used to sexually harassed girls in between classes? What if last year all he talked about was tadpoles and now he's evolved into frogs? Maybe he's dating his adopted sister? He could easily be a murderer and I wouldn't even know it. Too many questions not enough time to think.

"I'm Phil by the way. If you wanted to know."

I finally look at him amazed that he actually talked to me. I hadn't actually looked at him until right now and he is extremely attractive. Don't get me wrong I'm straight, it's just he has extremely blue eyes like the sea. They weren't just blue, though, there was green and even a little hint of yellow. Weird we have the same hair styles, slightly emo, slightly anima swooped to one side. The only difference is his hair is black and mine is brown.

Slightly delayed I say shaking "I'm Dan." He smiles and nodes my way as a way of saying nice to meet you.

"So Dan do you know anyone here?"

"Um…no, not really."

"Neither do I. I moved from Liverpool."

"You're telling me that no one else moved from Liverpool to Manchester just to go to a shity high school. I can't believe it." I say with so much sarcasm in my voice it almost sounds genuine.

"Haha, I know, it wasn't my choice my dad got transferred jobs."

"I kind of figured it wasn't your fault that you moved. I didn't mean to sound like a jerk."

"It's fine, don't worry about it." He pauses for a moment and then finally gets the courage to ask, "Why don't you know anyone if you've always lived here?"

"Well I went to a private school, but we can't afford high school, so here I am." I explain shrugging my shoulders.

"I completely understand my parents couldn't afford a private school at all, so don't be ashamed."

"Thanks, that really means a lot." I say smiling.

The bell rings and I stand up to leave, but Phil holds me back.

"What class do you have next?" He says to me with a hand on my elbow.

"Algebra 1 with Mr. Amply."

"Same, we can walk their together."

Maybe he's not a murder, but it's too soon to tell. He might just be leading me in a dark alley to kill me. For once though I actually feel like I might have a friend. Hopefully he doesn't learn about the Menstrual Man story, but something tells me he wouldn't care anyway.

AN: I hope you like where this is going. I'll try to post weekly. Enjoy!