Phil POV 

"School! Get up!" My dad was yelling from the bottom of the stairs, whilst I had my covers over my head. Desperately wanting to go back to dream world and not go into school. I used to miss a lot of school, my mum knew I got anxiety and let me stay off whenever it got bad so I wouldn't have a panic attack. But as I learnt to "deal with it", my panic attacks got less and less so now I had to go to school. Plus I was at my dads house now so there was no way he'd let me ditch, he wasn't as lenient as mum.
I had to do a lot of catch up, study groups and stuff. It was all pretty boring and I knew most of the stuff, I used to have a friend that sent me all the work so I could do it at home, he got bored of me never being in though and made new friends. It was a sad time but I understood. Don't get me wrong, me and Chris still talk just not as much. Maybe it's for the best. Chris was hot and I sort of fancied him, I would've asked him out if he wasn't such a player, so keeping my distance and having him ditch me made my feelings go away. 

I am pansexual, no that doesn't mean I want to have sex with pans before you ask. It means I'm attracted to anyone. Not just the two genders but many others, its different to Bisexuality. 
Anyway, I'm single. Probably going to be forever alone but lets skip that part. 

I finally decided to wake up and got changed. I walked outside the door and had an urge to listen to 'Madness' by Muse. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and plugged my head phones in, just as droplets of rain began to pour down on me. I pressed play and.. nothing. My headphones  were broke! I took a deep intake of breath and exhaled loudly. Today was going to be a bad day.
I was proven right when I walked into school with soaking wet hair and clothes sticking to me, I knew I was going to be uncomfortable the entire day. 

Then English happened. As if my day couldn't get any worse I found out I had failed my mock exam. I got a D! I felt so stupid, I just wanted to cry. My guts were churning, my face was going red. I wanted to run out of the classroom, scrunch my work up and throw it in the trash. 

Study group was next, I felt sick the entire way down. Couldn't anything go right? I walked into lesson 5 minutes early to see that only one boy was here. He had brown hair that stuck up a little, but in an adorable way. His jumper was covering his hands and he kept messing with his sleeves whilst staring out the window. There was nothing exciting on the other side of the window, just a corridor. All students were downstairs having break time, I wondered why he was here already. But who was I to ask that? I had my own reasons for being here early and so did he. I respected that. 

I pulled up a chair next to him and looked toward the front of the room waiting for lesson to start. I turned my head to truly look at him. He had tan skin and a perfect little nose. He had an almost model like face, gorgeous! and probably not gay! my mind reminded me.

I analysed him, his straight posture, his shallow breathing. I couldn't keep my eyes off him and only realised this when he turned his head to me and raised a perfect eyebrow. Did I just think his eyebrows perfect? I looked down straight away when I realised he was looking at me. I felt my face heat up and suddenly my mind was filled full of images of his chocolate brown eyes that I managed to catch for the second he looked at me.