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Clutching his stomach still, he gazed out the window, tapping his pencil against his open book, not bothering to pay attention to the lesson as the teacher droned on about something mathematical, complicated equations that they would never use again after leaving school. Instead, he contemplated what had had happened earlier that morning.
Why had he punched him? Did he not like Dan? But why? They had only just met, what could he have done wrong?
Thoughts spiralled in his mind but he could not fathom an answer, his brow furrowing at his incapability to work out the new kid's strange behaviour.
"Dan," he heard his name called and looked up, noticing the teacher's eyes were on him, as were most of the other pupils gazes, some giggling at him as his teacher continued, "Please refrain from staring out the window and try and pay attention."
Dan simply stared at his teacher, seeing the sweat appear on his forehead as he stared, not saying a word. The ageing man gulped, nodding to Dan as if he had come out triumph in that staring contest but obviously failing, turning his back and beginning to talk again, writing on the whiteboard quickly.
The sound of girls giggling and Dan glanced their way, noticing a blonde and brunette were peering at him and upon seeing him watching them, giggled again and smiled, one giving a small wave and receiving a charming grin from him, making them blush.
He shrugged off the day's earlier antics and carried on with the rest of the lesson.

The bell rung and Dan collected his things, moving swiftly out of the classroom and avoiding his maths teacher who would surely try and talk to him, give him a stern word but to no avail.
He blended in with the rest of the students, almost being carried to his next lesson by the flow of teenagers but managing to stop himself as he reached the door, grabbing for it and pushing it open, reliving himself of the pressure of other students. He walked to his seat and sat down, instantly looking out the window and waiting for the lesson to begin.
The door swung open occasionally as more students milled into the room and Dan did not bother looking up until he felt a presence beside him, making him turn around to see the boy from earlier sitting beside him, his head in his hand as he stared forward, not paying attention to Dan at all.
Dan felt unsure of what to do; the last time he had tried talking to him, he had punched him. He did not really want a repeat of that situation.
Instead he bit his lip and turned his attention back to the window, his brow furrowing as he waited for the teacher to come in and start the lesson, wishing it would end now so he did not have to put up with the person next to him.
Eventually their teacher arrived, bursting through the door with flushed cheeks, glasses almost knocked of her freckle covered face as she smiled to her class and tried to organize herself, walking briskly to her desk and placing down her papers, books and other things.
She repositioned her glasses, her ginger curls falling past her shoulders as she tried to arrange her work, beginning to speak to the class.
"Sorry I'm late students, traffic was horrible and no parking and-" she cut herself off, clearing her throat before looking up with a smile, "Yeah, never mind though."
She turned, picked up a whiteboard marker and began scribbling on the board, drawing test tubes and bunsen burners and labelling them, writing down instructions by the diagram.
Spinning on her heels, she said cheerily, "Ok, this is the experiment we're doing today! You know where the equipment is, just follow the instructions and all should go well!"
She sat at her desk, sorting through the paper work on her desk as her students got up and collected the things needed for the work. Dan peered out of the corner of his eyes, seeing that the other had not moved and sighing to himself, pushing himself up from his desk and making his way past the other, brushing lightly against his back and feeling him flinch.
Walking briskly to the back of the room, he collected what he needed before hearing her say, "Oh, by the way, it's in pairs. Although you should already know."
He groaned to himself, collecting another pair of safety goggles and made his way back to the desk where the older boy sat, not paying attention but simply staring at the desk now, a scrap piece of paper on the wooden surface as he doodled random things onto the crisp white paper, black ink from the biro blotting in places.
Setting up the equipment, he felt awkward as he put on his safety goggles and hesitantly handed the other the spare pair. He slid it over to him so he could see them, making him look up and pierce Dan with his crystal blue eyes, a blank expression on his face as Dan stuttered.
"Um, so, you know, you don't, um, hurt your eyes..." he said lamely, feeling his cheeks flush slightly, mentally kicking himself for sounding so stupid.
The blue eyes continued to bore into him before a milky white hand reached out and took the goggles, cold fingers lightly brushing Dan's tanned skin and sending sparks through his blood. He put them on silently and went back to his doodling.
Dan gave a small sigh, beginning the experiment before his teacher's voice was heard.
"Phil," she said, peering at the dark haired boy beside Dan over the rim of her glasses. He looked up at her, trying to stare her down but she would not have it, "Phil, you need to do the experiment too."
Dan watched as Phil's brow furrowed but he nodded to the teacher, putting down his biro and turning in his seat, picking up a chemical and following the instructions. Their teacher looked down, continuing her work, leaving them to it.
Dan continued with the experiment, pouring a liquid chemical from one test tube into the boiling tube, mixing it with a compound and clamping it in place above the bunsen burner. Phil watched with a blank stare.
He felt uneasy with the others eyes watching him as he picked up the second test tube, about to add a different compound to the liquid chemical when Phil spoke suddenly, surprising Dan.
"Let me do it," he said, snatching the test tube and box containing the powder, pouring the white substance into the tube as Dan exclaimed, "That's too much!"
Phil discarded the mostly empty container on the desk, taking the bunsen burner and holding the test tube above it.
"Jesus Christ Phil!" Dan cried, trying to pry his fingers away from the equipment but failing as Phil shoved him off, the flame of the burner licking his pale fingers and burning his skin. He hissed in pain and dropped the tube, the glass smashing on the table and the contents spilling.
"What are you doing!?" Their teacher cried, rage laced in her voice as she stormed over to them, a stern look upon her face.
Dan winced as her trembling voice hissed, "Go to the restrooms and clean yourselves up, NOW! You can clean this mess up when you return!"
She glared at them as Dan took Phil by his arm, leading him out of the room and led him towards the boys' bathroom.
"Oh my gosh Phil, what were you thinking?" Dan said, dragging the older boy into the white tiled room and taking his injured hand to run it under the tap.
Phil brought his hand away from Dan's grasp, growling as the brunette tried to reach for him again.
"Phil-" Dan began, stepping forward and reaching out again before feeling an impact to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him as another fist went for his side.
"Don't touch me freak!" He snarled as Dan spluttered, clutching his aching body as Phil drew his hands away.
"I was just trying to help," he said lamely, wishing he had not said anything as pale hands grabbed his shirt, turning him round and slamming him against the cold tiled wall, a whimper leaving him as pain shot through his body.
"I don't want your help freak," he hissed, his face close to Dan's as he snarled at him, making the tanned boy squirm beneath him as he pressed close. He smirked as Dan whimpered again.
"Faggot," he sneered and dropped Dan, allowing him to crumble, his shaking frame leaning against the wall for support as he looked up into the raging blue eyes of his dominator.
He smirked with a cold glare before walking out of the boys restrooms, leaving Dan in complete shock of what had happened.

Description
Clutching his stomach still, he gazed out the window, tapping his pencil against his open book, not bothering to pay attention to the lesson as the teacher droned on about something mathematical, complicated equations that they would never use again after leaving school. Instead, he contemplated what had had happened earlier that morning.
Why had he punched him? Did he not like Dan? But why? They had only just met, what could he have done wrong?
Thoughts spiralled in his mind but he could not fathom an answer, his brow furrowing at his incapability to work out the new kid's strange behaviour.
"Dan," he heard his name called and looked up, noticing the teacher's eyes were on him, as were most of the other pupils gazes, some giggling at him as his teacher continued, "Please refrain from staring out the window and try and pay attention."
Dan simply stared at his teacher, seeing the sweat appear on his forehead as he stared, not saying a word. The ageing man gulped, nodding to Dan as if he had come out triumph in that staring contest but obviously failing, turning his back and beginning to talk again, writing on the whiteboard quickly.
The sound of girls giggling and Dan glanced their way, noticing a blonde and brunette were peering at him and upon seeing him watching them, giggled again and smiled, one giving a small wave and receiving a charming grin from him, making them blush.
He shrugged off the day's earlier antics and carried on with the rest of the lesson.

The bell rung and Dan collected his things, moving swiftly out of the classroom and avoiding his maths teacher who would surely try and talk to him, give him a stern word but to no avail.
He blended in with the rest of the students, almost being carried to his next lesson by the flow of teenagers but managing to stop himself as he reached the door, grabbing for it and pushing it open, reliving himself of the pressure of other students. He walked to his seat and sat down, instantly looking out the window and waiting for the lesson to begin.
The door swung open occasionally as more students milled into the room and Dan did not bother looking up until he felt a presence beside him, making him turn around to see the boy from earlier sitting beside him, his head in his hand as he stared forward, not paying attention to Dan at all.
Dan felt unsure of what to do; the last time he had tried talking to him, he had punched him. He did not really want a repeat of that situation.
Instead he bit his lip and turned his attention back to the window, his brow furrowing as he waited for the teacher to come in and start the lesson, wishing it would end now so he did not have to put up with the person next to him.
Eventually their teacher arrived, bursting through the door with flushed cheeks, glasses almost knocked of her freckle covered face as she smiled to her class and tried to organize herself, walking briskly to her desk and placing down her papers, books and other things.
She repositioned her glasses, her ginger curls falling past her shoulders as she tried to arrange her work, beginning to speak to the class.
"Sorry I'm late students, traffic was horrible and no parking and-" she cut herself off, clearing her throat before looking up with a smile, "Yeah, never mind though."
She turned, picked up a whiteboard marker and began scribbling on the board, drawing test tubes and bunsen burners and labelling them, writing down instructions by the diagram.
Spinning on her heels, she said cheerily, "Ok, this is the experiment we're doing today! You know where the equipment is, just follow the instructions and all should go well!"
She sat at her desk, sorting through the paper work on her desk as her students got up and collected the things needed for the work. Dan peered out of the corner of his eyes, seeing that the other had not moved and sighing to himself, pushing himself up from his desk and making his way past the other, brushing lightly against his back and feeling him flinch.
Walking briskly to the back of the room, he collected what he needed before hearing her say, "Oh, by the way, it's in pairs. Although you should already know."
He groaned to himself, collecting another pair of safety goggles and made his way back to the desk where the older boy sat, not paying attention but simply staring at the desk now, a scrap piece of paper on the wooden surface as he doodled random things onto the crisp white paper, black ink from the biro blotting in places.
Setting up the equipment, he felt awkward as he put on his safety goggles and hesitantly handed the other the spare pair. He slid it over to him so he could see them, making him look up and pierce Dan with his crystal blue eyes, a blank expression on his face as Dan stuttered.
"Um, so, you know, you don't, um, hurt your eyes..." he said lamely, feeling his cheeks flush slightly, mentally kicking himself for sounding so stupid.
The blue eyes continued to bore into him before a milky white hand reached out and took the goggles, cold fingers lightly brushing Dan's tanned skin and sending sparks through his blood. He put them on silently and went back to his doodling.
Dan gave a small sigh, beginning the experiment before his teacher's voice was heard.
"Phil," she said, peering at the dark haired boy beside Dan over the rim of her glasses. He looked up at her, trying to stare her down but she would not have it, "Phil, you need to do the experiment too."
Dan watched as Phil's brow furrowed but he nodded to the teacher, putting down his biro and turning in his seat, picking up a chemical and following the instructions. Their teacher looked down, continuing her work, leaving them to it.
Dan continued with the experiment, pouring a liquid chemical from one test tube into the boiling tube, mixing it with a compound and clamping it in place above the bunsen burner. Phil watched with a blank stare.
He felt uneasy with the others eyes watching him as he picked up the second test tube, about to add a different compound to the liquid chemical when Phil spoke suddenly, surprising Dan.
"Let me do it," he said, snatching the test tube and box containing the powder, pouring the white substance into the tube as Dan exclaimed, "That's too much!"
Phil discarded the mostly empty container on the desk, taking the bunsen burner and holding the test tube above it.
"Jesus Christ Phil!" Dan cried, trying to pry his fingers away from the equipment but failing as Phil shoved him off, the flame of the burner licking his pale fingers and burning his skin. He hissed in pain and dropped the tube, the glass smashing on the table and the contents spilling.
"What are you doing!?" Their teacher cried, rage laced in her voice as she stormed over to them, a stern look upon her face.
Dan winced as her trembling voice hissed, "Go to the restrooms and clean yourselves up, NOW! You can clean this mess up when you return!"
She glared at them as Dan took Phil by his arm, leading him out of the room and led him towards the boys' bathroom.
"Oh my gosh Phil, what were you thinking?" Dan said, dragging the older boy into the white tiled room and taking his injured hand to run it under the tap.
Phil brought his hand away from Dan's grasp, growling as the brunette tried to reach for him again.
"Phil-" Dan began, stepping forward and reaching out again before feeling an impact to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him as another fist went for his side.
"Don't touch me freak!" He snarled as Dan spluttered, clutching his aching body as Phil drew his hands away.
"I was just trying to help," he said lamely, wishing he had not said anything as pale hands grabbed his shirt, turning him round and slamming him against the cold tiled wall, a whimper leaving him as pain shot through his body.
"I don't want your help freak," he hissed, his face close to Dan's as he snarled at him, making the tanned boy squirm beneath him as he pressed close. He smirked as Dan whimpered again.
"Faggot," he sneered and dropped Dan, allowing him to crumble, his shaking frame leaning against the wall for support as he looked up into the raging blue eyes of his dominator.
He smirked with a cold glare before walking out of the boys restrooms, leaving Dan in complete shock of what had happened.