Francesca "Frankie" Sullivan. Cousin to Clay Moss, side fling sometimes to Skip Hoffman and known arch enemy of Hunter Sylvester. Frankie and Hunter have been at each other's necks since the second grade. Constantly trying to publicly embarrass or o...
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-One Year later-
Junior Year-A month into the school year
Hunter Sylvester stood putting books away into his locker. Trying to drown out the mindless school chatter surrounding him. An endless battle of fighting through another school day with idiotic humans, he thought.
He was finally able to zone out the other students words around him. Until he heard a voice about 20 lockers to the right of his. The same voice that haunted his school life day to day for the last 10 years.
He peaked around the door of his locker to see Frankie Sullivan placing books into her own locker. Laughing with her dumb friends. What the hell could they find so amusing? He wondered. Surely nothing they talked about could be anything of interest.
He took notice of the way her nose would crinkle while she was laughing. It was different from the way she crinkled it in annoyance or anger at him.
He didn't even realize her friends had walked away. Focusing on the lone girl's movements. The way her tattooed hands gripped the books she was exchanging in her locker. How her dark hair somehow looked longer against her light colored shirt. The weird fucking tight shorts she was wearing.
His trail of thoughts were squashed when a certain dickhead jock stepped up to Frankie from behind. Seeing Skip wrap his arms around her waist. Another thing she did that pissed Hunter off.
"What kind of person would let someone like that touch her? No self respect no doubt." Hunter asked as Kevin approached his locker. Kevin looking around to see who he was referring to.
"Are you bothered by who she hangs out with?" Kevin now curious to his friends sudden attitude.
"Slutty Sullivan? Fuck no. I think it just really shows her character. It's sad honestly, ya know? I almost feel sorry for her. If she wasn't such a heinous bitch."
"Why do you have to call her that?" Kevin groaned. He and Emily had seen Frankie a few times over summer. The three becoming closer to having a friendship of their own. She basically reminded them of a female Hunter. Just more liked at school.
She had only slept with 3 different people so far in life. Skip being one of the only repeat offenders. So calling her a slut wasn't very fair. She just liked to flaunt what assets she was born with sometimes. Not ashamed of how people perceived her outfits or personality.
