Bonnie's POV
Annoying little piece of crap. I felt this kids eyes pouring right into my soul. "What's your name?" He asked me out of the blue. "Bonnie. Yours?" "Foxy." I finally looked over to him. I looked him in his glowing hazel eyes. "They don't call you Foxy for nothing." He chuckled. "You speak your mind," He came up to my ear. "I like that." He said seductively, his warm breath heating up my face. "Screw off, kid." "I'm pretty sure I'm older than yo-" "I said fuck off." Foxy started making hand gestures while being confused. "No, you said screw off." I sighed heavily. "Shouldn't you be studying?" "Should you?" That's it. I smacked the kid with faggot name extremely hard with all my power. He rubbed his now red cheek. Foxy frowned anf raised his hand. "Don't snitch!" "I'm not." I heard the pain in his voice. "Yes, Fl-" "FOXY!" What? "Okay, 'Foxy', what is it?" "Can I use the bathroom?" She hesitated. "Yes, you may be excused." Foxy got up in almost an instant and left. I saw someones leg poke out to trip him. He fell on his face. Everybody laughed at him as he left the room. Now I feel bad.
Foxy's POV
My nose hurt and so did my cheek.
Bitch. Fag.
'Stop, you were fucking with her.'
I wish I was, and that STILL doesn't explain the dick who tripped me.
'Heh, aren't you little helpless child?'
Go fuck yourself with a glass dildo.
I just made my way to the door to leave this Hell. There were still 5 minutes to dismissal, but I don't care.
I'm cutting tonight.
'No, you're not.'
It's not for me. It's for Chica.
'That makes no sense.'
Nothing does.
'But this REALLY doesn't.'
Screw off.
'You sound retarded doing this, but you do you.'
I started to make my way home. I may have been rich, but these kids aren't stuck in the 90's.
Brrr!
Brrr!
Texts...
Unknown Number: Nigga, damn, you must be a real fag, huh?
Foxy: Nah, nigga, watch me track yo white ass down and blast on you.
Unknown Number: Punk ass bitch.
Foxy: My name is Foxy.
Unknown Number: Oh FLYNN stop lying to yourself.
Foxy: Who the cunt are you and how do you know my name? Y'know what, fuck it. I know it's you FREDDY watch me kick your fuhkin ass dick bitch.
Unknown Number: Watch me fuck your brains out and suck your fine ass dick.
Foxy: Faggot ass.
Unknown Number: Fine ass.
I blocked his number. How does he even have my number?
Chica: Hey Foxy wanna cme over to my house? Me Fred and Bon are play Truth or Dare.
Foxy: Sure.... but I think Freddy has my number. He texted me shit.
Chica: What did he say? I'll snoop through his phone.
Foxy: Ooh, sneaky. Just a bunch of gay shit.
Chica: kk
Foxy: But Chica. Look I don't want to be anywhere near anybody but you. Dont ask just do.
Chica: Okayyy demanding but sure.
Foxy: thx a ton.
She texted me the directions to her house. I obviously made it there later, cuz I was walking.
'I'm leaving.'
No, don't, Garret!
Fuck! No response. I rang the doorbell. I just waited for someone to answer. I just started daydreaming of nothing in particular. What would I do if Gar wasn't here to help me? Suddenly, snapping out of my thoughts, the door opened. "Hey, Foxy!" Chica said, happily. "Hey." I said in a monotone. "Just come in!" I shook my head. She pulled me in by my hand. "Hey, faggot fucker." I groaned as Freddy said that. I sat down away from him. "Hey, um, I'm sorry about smacking you back there...." I heard Bonnie's soft voice apologize. I just ignored her. "Okay, let's get this started, Bonnie, Truth or Dare." "Truth." "Alright, is it true that you were the one who started last year Food Fight Flight Massacre?" Bonnie bit her lip. "Yeah."
Part 1 down, Part 2 later maybe.
