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“What are you looking at, Mr. Lester?”
Phil’s head snapped back to reality at the sound of his Literature teacher’s voice. He sheepishly looked down at his desk, cheeks tinting red from embarrassment. This was the third time this month he’d been caught, and the teacher was seemingly ready to make a show of it.
“This is the third time this month you haven’t been paying attention! If you keep this up, you’ll get a detention.” The teacher reprimanded before returning to the lesson, satisfied.
From the back of the classroom a group of people snickered at Phil’s misfortune. He doesn’t have to look up from his desk to know exactly who.
At almost any high school, there’s a group of people who think they’re the second Jesus. At Phil’s high school, there is a second Jesus, in the form of Dan Howell.
‘Where to start on Dan Howell?’ Phil thinks, walking down the hallway. Literature ended a few minutes after the embarrassing incident, thank god. He wasn’t sure he could handle anymore painful minutes of Dan Howell looking at him like that - a little bit of pity, mixed with something else Phil couldn’t place. He walked into the library where he ate everyday for lunch, thoughts of Dan still circulating in his mind.
Dan Howell was certainly one of a kind. Not only did he manage to land a spot in a popular sitcom, but he ended up becoming a local legend and super famous. There were still lines of people that asked for his autograph and wanted to be his friend, years after the TV show ended. He was witty, according to his fangirls that Phil may or may not follow. Dan was also extremely charming and-
“Cute as fuck,” Phil thought, as he saw a glimpse of brown hair from the corner of his eyes. He did a double take, surprised to see the aforementioned second Jesus in the library.
Phil hid behind a bookshelf near the back, staying out of anyone’s line of sight before taking out his phone. Phones weren’t allowed in school, which Phil had once read on Tumblr was for the exact same reason prisons limit outside contact.
There was a notification from Twitter resting on the screen, tempting him. Phil quickly swiped, realizing it was from danisnotonfire.
Oh god, Dan’s twitter username was almost as cringey as his stupid crush.
“i couldn’t find Blue today :( the search continues"
“Oh yeah,” Phil thought, subconsciously relaxing onto his backpack as he scrolled through the replies. “The elusive ‘Blue’.”
Blue was Dan Howell’s crush, and possibly Phil’s polar opposite. Danisnotonfire would not shut up about Blue, and how pretty their smile was, how shy they were, and how gorgeous their eyes were - ugh. Blue, according to Dan, was perfect, and so unlike Phil that it made his heart heavy just thinking about it.
It made Phil a little sick to his stomach to see the guy that he fancied with someone else. He wearily closed the app and was about to scroll through Tumblr some more when the lunch bell rang, signaling another three hours of hell. Quickly, he shoved his phone into his pocket, catching one last flash of brown hair before leaving the library.