THE FREAKS ~ Eddie Munson

Chapter Two: The Curly Headed Freak

Eddie POV

"No Dustin, I'm telling you. The cult of Vecna is the biggest event for us this year. I can already feel Vecna's blood coursing through my veins." I explained, balling up my fists and throwing back my head dramatically. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, looking at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at Dustin and Gareth, who were both obviously hyped up for the cult of Vecna campaign.

Gareth opened his mouth to speak. My heart was palpitating at the thought of another question I could proudly answer about the Cult of Vecna, but the palpating quickly came to a halt as no words even close to the topic of D&D came out of Gareth's mouth.

"Woah, who's that girl walking with Tiffany Frasier?" Gareth asked, looking into the distance behind me.

I mentally slapped him across the face.

"Who could be so important that they have to interrupt our extremely necessary conversation about the Cult of Vecna, Gareth?!" I began, turning around to see who this element of importance could be. "The Cult of- woah."

I was stunned, mesmerized, moved even. For a split second I had forgotten about the Cult of Vecna. All I could think about was this black haired girl...this black haired girl walking with- walking with Tiffany Frasier?! What could a girl like that be doing with a girl like Tiffany Frasier?!

I was drawn out of my trace by snapping in front of my face. "Eddie? Edddieee?" Snap. Snap. Snap.

I gave Dustin a glare, making him move his hand away from my face. I leaned myself up against the lockers and sighed, looking at this girl once more before she turned the corner on hallway B.

"Boys." I said, still starring at the last place I had seen her. "I think i'm in love."

I turned and put my back against the lockers, sighing again in the blissful feeling of romance.

"You haven't even talked to her, Eddie." Dustin laughed, Gareth shaking his head.

I gave him a glare. "Are you invalidating my feelings, Henderson? Just because I don't know this girls name or haven't spoken to her automatically means I can't be in love with her?!" I said to him playfully, raising an eyebrow at him.

He was silent for a moment, almost staring at me in disbelief.

"Yes."

Dustin and Gareth both broke into a fit of laughter, laughing so hard they could hardly keep their balance.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, leaning against the lockers again. "Whatever, y'all will see. I'll get her somehow." I declared.

"Yeah, okay. Eddie she runs with Tiffany Frasier, I don't think she will even breathe our air let alone speak to us." Gareth explained, Dustin finally calming down.

I shook my head, looking back into the corner of Hallway A and B. I replayed her turning the corner in my head once again, remembering her pretty wavy hair and how awesome it looked against her smooth, pale skin.

"Nah, that's not a Tiffany Frasier girl," I began, looking back at Gareth and Dustin. "That's a lost sheep...and we're gonna help find her."

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Veronica POV
"Annnd here we are. Chem class. It's boring, but as long as you sit next to me, I'll help you get through the rest of this year." Tiffany said, walking me into the classroom.

Tiffany was a tall, lengthy, skinny girl with pretty blue eyes and short dirty blonde hair. She wore her hair in a half up half down style, polished off with a pink scrunchie. She had a small beauty mark above the right side of her lip and she had a tan complexion. Her voice was pretty bitchy sounding and she was very pushy with her choice of words.