munson & mackey → e. munson

chapter three

The Hellfire Club

After the impromtu trip to the woods, Freya reluctantly decides that she's going to drag herself to her final class for the day. She makes sure to tell Eddie to do the same before the duo go their seperate ways, but she knows he won't. He never listens to her.

"Hey!" The girl calls, stopping Eddie just as he turns to go down the hall.

"What?" Eddie shouts back, mocking the girl's urgency.

Instead of responding, the blonde jogs over to him and pushes his head down so he's staring at the floor.

"Wow, Reya, yeah- I really love your shoes." The boy deadpans, earning a hard smack on the arm. "Ow!"

"Stay still!" Freya hisses, picking tiny pieces of dried up leaves out of his messy hair. "Were you rolling around on the ground out there?"

"I don't have to answer that."

Freya rolls her eyes at this. His reluctance to answer is an answer in itself.

"That explains the thud." The girl mutters to herself, pulling another piece out.

"Thud? I did not thud!" Eddie argues, trying to pick his head up, but the blonde smacks him again to get him to stay still.

"You did!" Freya laughs, "You thudded and then Chrissy was all like "oh no!" and then- and then... I stopped listening after that."

"So you was spying!" The boy shouts, pointing at the girl. In his position though he just ends up poking her knee.

"I wasn't spying!" The blonde insists, pulling the last leaf out of his curls. She pushes his head up by placing her palm on his forehead and shoving him back. Eddie groans, pushing her hands away. "You know I wasn't! Just- shut up!"

He smirks at her, shaking his head to fix his hair, "sure, darling."

He's unconvinced, but he doesn't care. He has nothing to hide, especially not from Freya. So even if she was spying, it was okay with him.

"I'm leaving." Freya says, pointing over her shoulder. "I'm going to class."

"Are you sure you don't want to wait until I disappear around the corner and then follow me to my class?" The curly headed boy can't help but continue to tease her. He likes the way her nose crinkles when she gets frustrated. Kind of like how it is right now.

"Shut up, you bitch." She shoots out the first thing she can think of. "You don't even go to class, that's why you failed senior year twice."

She begins walking backwards away from her bestfriend before he has the oppurtunity to think of a come back. The wheels turn in his head, but he's left speechless for the first time in a very long time.

Freya smiles triumphantly, reaching the end of the hall, "Goodbye, Edwin! I'll see you at Hellfire!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Edwin?" Eddie shouts, but the blonde is already turning down the hall laughing to herself.

"And that is why you should never mix bleach and aluminum."

Freya groans loudly at the stupidity of the student presenting, but quickly shrinks into her seat when the teacher shoots her a warning glare. She couldn't help it. The girl was sure that she was born without a filter. Whatever thought was on her mind she somehow expressed that thought openly. Whether it was by speaking or her body language or her facial expressions, it always just slipped out. Her and Robin were alike in that way.

The boy beside her chuckles, smirking at her and tapping his pencil against his desk. He leans over, whispering to the girl, "what a dumbass."

"I know, right?" Freya giggles, glancing up to make sure Mrs. Cook wasn't still death glaring her. When she sees that the coast is clear she leans over in her seat toward the boy, "I'm Freya, but, uh, I go by Mack."