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...
"I can not believe she paired you both together. That is truly hysterical." Emily laughed after hearing Frankie explain what just happened in Speech. She quickly turned and shot Emily an evil glare while they walked to class.
"This is NOT funny. I would rather be smite down than have to work with Sylvester. What kind of cruel joke from the universe is this? Is it because I like metal? I swear I'll throw away every CD I have and listen to pop music if that's what it takes to reverse this curse."
"Wow you really are distraught over this. I know you guys have had bad blood for a long time but why on earth do you both hate each other this much? There has to be a bigger reason." Emily asked in her British accent as they stopped at their classrooms doors.
There was never really a major event to cause such a rift between the two. Just years and years of their stubborn asses fighting over petty things. Growing into a strong hatred of each other. Neither willing to back down from a fight.
"I don't understand how you're even friends with him." Frankie responded. Ignoring whatever questions Emily asked.
"Exactly I attacked him and now look at us. Thick as thieves. If we can do it so can you."
"1, He apologized to you. 2, He needed you to complete his band. 3, You haven't had to put up with his miserable ass and shitty pranks since grade school. No coming back from our burned bridges. Shit, burned down towns at this point." The bell rang as Frankie spoke. She went into the choir room as Emily went to band. Dropping the conversation for another time.
Frankie hopeful to get her mind off of her nemesis in her favorite class.
Hunter POV
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Hunter sat in the bleachers, patiently waiting for PE to be over. It was beyond any doubt his least favorite subject. He often found himself sitting out of any activity he could. Unless the teacher forced him otherwise. Thankfully today was Friday and a free day. So he was allowed to not participate in one of the many physical choices in the gym.
He sat there still seething over what just happened in Speech. There's no way he was going to be forced to work with someone so horrid. It was utterly ludicrous. He had to find a way out of the assignment or a way to get a different partner.
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