Dan POV: 

Back at school, finally! Usually I hate school, but at least here I only have to hang out with PJ at her house once a week rather than multiple times. I swear I panic every time she invites me over, that's only because she's so sexual! I would love to just spend time with her without all the sexual things you know? Not a platonic relationship because I do enjoy kissing, but nothing over the top. Nothing that makes me feel uncomfortable.

I shook my head and made my way into the school building, I didn't have any lessons with PJ today as it was mainly options and study sessions. I had a new study group today for Science, chemistry I think.  I hated science but I suppose that's why I have to do this stupid study session, I've never been smart really. Only in English and Psychology, but apparently that's not good enough. Its not like I'm failing the other subjects or anything it's just my "grade is lower than it should be" and I could "do so much better" if I "focused more in lessons". Oops sorry if I'm having a sexual crisis school!

I took my jacket off as I entered the library. There were desks set up in the small space and I suddenly felt claustrophobic, enclosed spaces with lots of people freaked me out a little. I hate feeling trapped. I opted to sitting in the far corner at the very back, away from almost anyone. There was a window there too, unfortunately not overlooking the outside world but more the corridors. Still better than staring at the teacher for two hours. I heard a chair move next to me which was weird as it was still 5 minutes before the bell. I turned to see a very attractive- wait I mean not a bad looking - guy was there. His hair black like the raven on the front of Edgar Allan Poe books - it was dark lets leave it at that. I felt his eyes bore into the side of my head, I expected him to look away but he didn't. He just kept staring at me, I began feeling uncomfortable. Thinking I had something on me or I looked uglier than usual and he was noticing these imperfections. I waited for him to turn away but it soon become clear to me that he wasn't going to any time soon and so I turned to look at him. I almost gasped when I looked into his sea like eyes, they were really pretty. what? can't I appreciate nice eyes? His lips were ruby red and so were his cheeks when he saw me looking. I raised on eyebrow at him, questioning his actions. His face heated up more and he looked down, covering his face with his jet black hair. I turned back to my window, I wanted to talk to him but I didn't know what to say. 

The bell went soon after so the awkward silence didn't stay for too long. People began piling into the room. The usual, nerds at the front. Populars near the back, one row infront of me to be exact. A cloud of perfume was inhaled as they took their seats. Everyone else went into little groups with their friends, I knew most of the groups by now. Many had different groups for each class and chose one for dinner, its not like I stalked every student. Far from it, I just took a lot of information in. I was sure I hadn't seen the raven boy much though. His face looked a bit familiar but I hadn't seen much of it before he turned away. I was intrigued by him, and his cool hair made me think he liked alternative bands like me... but then again I've been wrong about that before. 

The teacher had begun the boring lecture. I felt like a college student right now because of the way the study groups are set up, and it just made me dread college more. I got the booklet that everyone had been given and was about to write some information down when I realised I had forgotten a pen. The most important necessity for school and I had left it in last lesson!

I nudged the boy next to me and he jumped more than I had expected he would.

"Sorry" I whispered "I was just... wondering if you um... had a pen?" I managed to get out finally. 

"Yeah, yeah" He said going into his blazer pocket. He produced a black pen and handed it me "here"

"thanks" I told him kindly, we held a gaze for a second before I turned back to the teacher. I wanted to look out the window again but I realised if I did that I'd get no where with this subject. So I wrote simple notes and listened to the teacher for once. 

The lesson ended slowly and when the bell rung we were dismissed. I packed up my things and was about to return the pen to the raven haired boy, only to discover he'd already left. I felt guilt rise up as I still had his property. Sure it was just a pen but I still felt bad for keeping it. I decided I would give it back next time I saw him, and maybe ask for his name at the same time.