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You were absolutely disgusted by Daniel and his actions towards you. He's a cat-caller. A fuckboy. Worse than he was in middle school, and his self-esteem rose like a cake in the oven. "I can't believe he did that," you shook your head, talking to Phil, who was walking with you to the next class.
"The way Daniel smiled at you, yeah, so rude." Phil rolls his eyes, smiling. His sarcasm disturbed you. "Next time I catch him doing that—ooh—he's gonna get it."
You shove his arm, not able to hide your smile. "Well, fuck you too."
"Jesus, Y/N, you don't usually cuss like this."
"You're hilarious," I say back. Phil rolls his eyes and chuckles.
"I honestly don't know why you're so surprised." He nods toward the boy you speak of. You look to your side to see Dan and his friends laughing about. He caught your eye from the distance you two stood and he winked in your direction. "Lord, they're pigs."
"Tell me 'bout it," you agree. Passing the group, you look away and stop in front of your next class. "So, what is this," you ask, looking at the door.
"Uh..." Phil looks at his schedule and back up at the door. "It's biology."
You shrug, taking the door handle and pulling it to walk into the class. "It might be fun, trust me. We're in the same class, we can be partners," Phil gestures you to a seat as he sits in one next to you, listing the fun classroom activities. "Plus, the classes aren't long today, no assignments, first day of school just allows you to know your teachers, your classes, etcetera."
You shake your head, not wanting to believe the fact that this year will be boring and full of work— even if that's the exact opposite of what Phil was saying. "Mhm."
"And minimum days like these— forty minutes? Maybe thirty, I'm not sure."
"At least the short days have me not so stressed."
"So far." Phil cuts you off. "Then Dan is in some classes, no?"
"Oh, my god." You hear an unknown voice. You turn to the direction you heard it from and raise your eyebrows.
"You have classes with Daniel Howell?" The girl asks, lowering her voice when she mentions the name.
"You got all that from Dan?" Phil response. You hit his chest with the back of your hand and you grin at the girl.
"Sorry- yeah, Dan is a... friend of ours."
"Everyone's obsessed with him," the girl shrugs.
Phil and you look at each other, facial expressions in disgust and confusion. You actually wanted to laugh. This wasn't the Dan you knew.
You turn back at the girl.
"He's a jerk, honestly. He'll make out with girls till he gets bored, he'll sexually harass you 'til you cry. He's in my first class and he groped my ass before he left. He's a total pig, you won't like him."
"Tell that to the girls who drool over his dimples," she laughs.
The bell rings. As everyone stands up to go to their second period, Phil and yourself look at each other, then back at the girl. "We better head out," Phil smiled warmly at the person.
She stands up to get her bag, "well, I'll see you around." She holds out her hand for you to shake it. Confused, you hold up yours, taking her hand. She smiled and left, her long, ironed curls bouncing as she walks out.
You sigh, "that was odd."
"Yeah, who gives out hand shakes anymore?"
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"Don't worry, Y/N," your best friend unfolds his glasses and slides them over his eyes, walking into a new classroom beside you. "You'll be a great actor! You'll knock the socks off of 'em!" Philip encourages you, his smile hugging you with complements.
"I'm just anxious. What if I'm so bad I... get ignored? Go in like nothing and come out like nothing."
"That's what she said," Dan smirks as he walks by you and grabs your hand with his left and sandwiches it with his right. You ignore it, allowing him to do so. "Why, hello there, mates, how've we been, huh?"
Dan and Phil greet each other as they hug. You blink a few times, forgetting why you're so mad at him. "Hey, ass grabber." He turns toward you, a smirk plastered onto his face while you snatch your hand back. "The fuck was that all about?"
"Don't hate the player," He walks behind you and smacks his hand onto your bum once again, "hate the game."
As he walks towards the seats and chairs, he turns around and clicks his fingers and points them in your direction, using a finger-gun motion. You roll your eyes and sigh into your hands, "I'm done. I'm so done. He's the death of me and I'm done."
Phil unfolds his schedule, pushing up his glasses to read the small words, "math— why we've got class with this guy."
"Great."
As the late bell rings, you and Phil choose a seat next to each other, away from Daniel.
"Why can't he just be normal? Someone who isn't a total fuckboy, and who actually sits at the desk and not on it," you complain.
"I don't know. You talk about him a lot. Why is that, Y/N," Phil teases with a smile.
Your eyes widen after realizing what he means. "No!! Nooooo, no no no no no!"
He laughs at your reaction as the teacher runs into the class. "Sorry I'm late! Sorry I'm late," he stumbles.
"Mr. Dapper? What are you doing here?" Dan, from front row, asks aloud.
"Yeah, aren't you a Language Arts teacher?" Another student asks.
"Yeah. Well, she couldn't come this block. I was meant to substitute because this is my prep period. So, here I am." The man stumbled to put things down and not knock over knick knacks left from the original teachers' desk.
"Okay," Mr. Dapper clasped his hands together, finally ready to work. "This is your lucky day, isn't it? No real work anyways, it's the first day and the original teacher is out." The students shrug with neutral feelings about the situation. It didn't really matter, as the class no longer cared for work and teachers. You and Phil sat silently beside each other with nothing to say.
"Tough crowd?" The teacher continues his attempt to get the class excited and succeeded with the prize of a few smiles coming from different students. "Well, good news, no seating charts."
The class releases a breath that was unknown of holding.
"But-!" The substitute stopped the mini celebration with his index finger in the air. "That doesn't mean the teacher doesn't pay attention to her students." He leaned against the desk while picking up a clipboard of names and location. "When I say your name, please move to the seat you're assigned to."
Phil and yourself glanced at each other with worry in your eyes and back at the teacher.
"I know, I know, everyone up!" The teacher yells.
"Why?" Dan asks with attitude. No body wanted to move seats but didn't have the guts to complain about it.
"For dramatic effect," the teacher responds while staring at the paper in his hands. "Alrighty then," Mr. Dapper began to list names of students
"Shit," you mutter under your breath.
As the teacher puts out names here and there, he finally reaches the last row.
"Vanessa... Victoria... Daniel..."
"Fuck.." You whisper once more.
"Nancy... and Y/N." Mr. Dapper finishes.
"Thank god." I whisper as I sit down.
"But! Because I like to be a pain in the ass, there aren't really seating charts, she doesn't care where you sit, life isn't real, it's all an illusion, and I can move you around if I wanted to because I am actual god. Sorry you had to find out this way," he jokes. The students laugh and shout enthusiastically; some kids move, some stay.
As of yourself, Phil stays where he is, knowing you will come to him, though you are stopped.
"Miss Y/N. The teacher and I think it'd be best if you sit by a student other than Mr. Lester." Mr. Dapper commands.
"Uh, of course, sir. But out of all due respect, why?" You shrug.
"I'm sure you'll help with his social skills and the auditions this year. I over heard you like to act?"
Oh, Lord.
"Yes, sir, on Wednesday."
"I hope for the best. We, as your teachers, just think that Daniel would appreciate the boost in positivity you'll be radiating. It's a great influence on him."
Fuck.
As you're being escorted towards the boy, you turn your head to Phil and shrug at the same time, apologizing.
"Daniel? This is Y/N. She'll be sitting by you. Think of it as a... personal tutor. I hope you two learn from each other," the substitute introduces.
"Thanks, Mr. D. I'm sure we'll have a great time together," Dan smirked at you. "We're gonna be great friends," he smiles.
With your luck, you're stuck with him for a while.