Wild Child (Phan AU)

Ch-2 Abbey Mount School

The flight to England was no where near as bad as the drive to the school. It was countryside after countryside after countryside. It was terrible.

We pulled up at the brick castle that is Abbey Mount and I hated it already. Boys wearing horrible uniforms, looking prestigious as fuck.

I zoned out as my dad began talking with someone.

"Mr Howell? I'm Mrs Lester." The woman spoke.

"Oh, please, call me Gerry. Thank you. I am so grateful." My dad replied, sounding happy. Psh, happy that I was leaving him. He must be overjoyed.

"I'm happy we could help out." The, I assume headmistress, said.

"He's going through rather a difficult stage."

"Just leave it to me, Mr Howell. I have a double first in difficult." She said moving towards my window.

"Hello, how are you?" She asked as through the open window. I took my headphones out and pressed pause on the song.

"Hi."

"Hello, Daniel. Welcome to Abbey Mount. I'm Mrs Lester, your headmistress."

"Look, I understand you're just..." I start,

"Uh-uh, uh-uh." Mrs Lester says cutting me off

"Lesson number one, Daniel. To me negotiation is like a nightclub. Not something I tend to enter into. Now come along." She says opening my door. Great analogy. I couldn't help but be impressed.

As I walked with Mrs Lester I heard some of the guys talking. Whispering things about me to each other. Like the fact I'm wearing all black, my fringe, my tan-ish skin etcetera.

"Daniel, do you mind if I call you Dan, this is Pj. He will be your big brother at Abbey Mount. You'll soon settle in."

"Hi, how do you do?" The boy with the curly brown hair, Pj said.

"I already have a brother." I reply.

"It's just school lingo. I'll be your friend, a helping hand, that's all." He says back

"Okay, but I choose my friends, and FYI, you don't make the cut." I say. He doesn't fit into the category of people that I choose to hang out with. Sure he looks nice enough, though I've learnt that nice doesn't get you anywhere.

"I'm sure that comment would sting a lot more if I knew what FYI meant." Pj replied smugly.
"But, for the moment, let's just pretend it's had the desired effect, shall we?"

I zoned out and at the corner of my eye I saw three guys walking up to Mrs Lester, one with two dead birds hanging off his shoulder. I shuddered, what the fuck England, you're home to crazy people who carry dead birds on their shoulders.

"Mrs Lester, a gift." The blonde haired one said. "One for you and one for Phil."

"Oh." Mrs Lester replied, hesitantly taking the birds. "Thank you."

"I shot them myself." The boy replied.

"Oh, I don't doubt that you did." Mrs Lester paused. "Well, perhaps you'd like to keep a hold of them while I welcome back the first years." She said giving the boy back the dead birds. "Nice thought, though."

The three boys turned around after Mrs Lester gave the birds back and before I knew it they were walking over to me.

"Felix. Head Boy." The one holding the birds said, stretching out his hand. I looked down at it then up at him. There was no way in hell that I was going to shake his hand, especially not after he touched the dead birds.