dan's pov

i walked into math today, immediately going to sit in the back, like i always do. it was nice back there, i got 4 desks all to myself, and the air conditioning. it was just what i liked.

i looked around, phil wasn't in class yet. weird. he's always early.

the teacher walked in, and after her was phil. he looked like he was rushing. well, he made it. the bell rang seconds after phil ran in. "you're lucky today, lester." she eyed him. he gave her a cheeky smile, and started walking down the aisles. suddenly, i felt a presence above me. i look up to see phil, standing there, with his books and a smile on his face. "mind if i sit?" he asks, eyeing the desk beside me.

"knock yourself out."

he sat down beside me, he smelt good. like coffee, and bedhead- whatever bedhead smells like. but all i know was he smelt like it, and i like it.

"why were you late?" i don't turn to him. he turns to me.

"i told you- i was up all night worried about you, thought i lied?" i felt a smile creep across my face. i shake it off and look up at the lesson. phil pulls out his phone. mine buzzes.

phill: you look cute today

dannyboy: you look tired today

phill: your fault

dannyboy: nope

dannyboy: pay attention to the lesson

phill: your flies undone

i look down to see that he is indeed right. i pull it up quickly, my face going flustered as i roll my eyes and type back.

dannyboy: why you looking there?

phill is typing...

phill is typing...

phill: idk

dannyboy: whatever ;)
read, 9:35am

// THIS WAS A LONGER ONE BUT I LIKED IT, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE LONGER ONES?