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As students enter the English room, I wait for Dan. I expect to see To see the pastel boy enter the classroom. I know he likes to sit at the back of the class, probably because then he can do nothing without the teacher knowing, so I sat down on a double desk at the back. 

The last people the enter the class are a group of four obnoxious jocks, whispering to each other and chuckling. For a second I swear I hear them say Dan's name. After all, I did see one of them punching him last week, so maybe. Surely that doesn't happen often, how could someone hate Dan? I lov- like him a lot.

 I decide to text him, receiving a positive response. He's just tired, it's fine. You don't have to see him every day. He's your friend. Just your friend. I guess we're best friends cause we kind of have to be as we are each others only friends. Yes, we're best friends. Dan Howell, the pretty pastel boy, is my best friend.

The day is boring without him, which I shouldn't mind, being that this is exactly how I've lived my entire life before this week, but I miss him. 

Then I walk home. The school day has ended. 

"Oi, punky boy!" Someone shouts. Nobody speaks to me, apart from Dan. What the fuck?

"What?"

"Is big edgy boy going home so soon?" He asks after I turn around. I don't even bat an eye. I seriously just think he's a sad dickhead if he's going to try to insult me by calling me punk and edgy. As far as I'm aware, that's a compliment.

As he gets closer to me, I burst out laughing. I'm 6'2 and he can't be any more than 5'10, so his head is tilted up ever so slightly. 

"Wow, for someone with such a massive ego, you sure are short."

"Oh piss off!" He shouts, swinging his fists at me to try to hit me in the jaw, but I simply use my good reaction times to grab his fist and twist his arm, causing him to cradle it as I walk off.

"Going to Danny's house?" He jeers as I walk towards my flat. I don't answer, but maybe that means Dan lives nearby. Wait, how does he know where Dan lives? Maybe he's just seen him walking home. 





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