When we got to school I thought Phil would run along and try to be popular, but no.

He walked with me the entire time.

"These are my classes!" Phil beamed, handing me his timetable.

"Okay," I took his timetable and read it carefully, "We have half of our classes together." I stopped for a second, letting my curiosity take over, "Why aren't you running off to go get better friends?"

Phil snorted, "Popular people you mean? They'd tear me apart."

I nodded slightly, taking in this information.

"Plus none of them look nearly as cute as you." He quickly added, interrupting my thoughts.

I glanced at him, "One, I am not cute."

The blushing boy next to me scoffed.

After shooting him a light-hearted glare I continued, "And two, are you hitting on me?"

Phil took his tongue between his teeth, thinking over a response. "Do you want me to be?" He looked over, gauging my reaction.

A slight smile made its way onto my lips, "Maybe."

He smiled at that, too, "Then maybe."