The bell rang. Too loudly for my liking. I got up and began walking to my 3rd period class. Art. Of course I naturally got lost and walked in late. Its worth mentioning its only my fourth day here.

I wasn't that late though as the teacher had just put up a paper with the words  ASSIGNED SEATS.

I groaned and dragged my feet across the floor on my way to the back of the room.

I looked up and saw a small boy in a over sized pink sweater he looked about 16. He had light brown coffee hair that was curling at the end and was framed with a white flower crown.

He had his head in a book. A sketchbook to be exact.

He looked extremely concentrated in whatever he was doing.

But then he looked up.

He had coffee brown eyes and slightly chubby cheeks with birthmarks and freckles all over his face he was pale. But not as pale as me. He had a small nose that looked like you could boop it at any time his shirt was hanging loosely on his shoulders showing off his prominent collar bones.

He was staring at me.

"Hi my names Phil." I smirked

He just stared at me

"Whats yours pretty boy?" I smirked even more at him

He blushed and hid his face with his hand in a sweatshirt balled around his hand giving him sweater paws.
He just stared back with no answer.

"You know when people tell you their name your supposed to respond back. Especially with me as I only talk to people who I wouldn't beat the living shit out of."

His eyes widened and face became frightened. He opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it.

He raised his hands and started moving them really fast i almsot didnt catch the fact that he was signing.

Dan Howell

That was his name.

It suit him to be honest.

"Well Howell whats your favorite band"

Realization dawned in his face as he noticed what Phil did and the biggest smile broke out onto his face.

He had dimples.

Its cute.

We talked for a few minutes before someone else came and sat down next to us.

One next to me and one next to Howell.

The guy next to me was the definition of a meat head

He had on a black muscle shirt and his face looked like he was always angry.

By the look Howell gave me it looked like he had too many confrontations with this guy.

The girl next to Howell was showing off as much cleavage  as possible.

However Howell wasnt falling for any of it in fact he kept his head in his book looking completely lost in the mysterious colors of his drawings.

This was gonna be fun....