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...
Frankie slowly peeled her eyes open after hearing her text tone go off. It took her a few tries to fully open her eyes. Trying to blink away the sleepiness and confusion. Forgetting for a moment where she was. But feeling a man's arm around her torso woke her the fuck up.
Snapping her head down to her stomach and then over her shoulder to try and see who it belonged to. Scooting away and falling off the bed in a loud yelp as she saw Hunter Sylvester peacefully sleeping beside her. She remembered everything now with being awake. Being used to drinking that much or more at weekend parties, she is able to hold her liquor well without it affecting her too bad the next day.
"What the hell?" Hunter groggily asked. Clearly waking up from her sudden movement and noise. He picked his head up and rubbed his eyes to see Frankie on the floor, hanging on to the edge of his bed. Hunter's eyes going wide and falling off the other side of his bed onto the floor.
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"How? What? You. You!" Hunter pointed at Frankie from across the bed.
"Me you? You, you!" She pointed back.
"What're you doing here? Ugh my head." Hunter grabbed his forehead. No doubt waking with a horrible hungover. The memory of the night before fuzzy in his mind.
"What the hell do you mean? You brought me here!" She pointed out. Getting annoyed at him.
"Would you stop yelling?!" Hunter still gripped his head.
"NO!"
Last night's events now entering Hunter's mind like frames of a slideshow. Remembering going to Clay's party to 'rescue' Frankie after seeing her on video, her kissing him at midnight in his car, bringing her back here so she wouldn't get in trouble, drinking a bottle of whiskey together, them making out, her sucking his dick and then getting whiskey dick after. OH FUCK.
The room started to spin way worse than before. Hunter jumped up from his floor and ran as fast as he could to his bathroom while holding a hand over his mouth. Slamming the door shut behind himself as he emptied all contents from his stomach into the toilet.
"Teenagers." Frankie scoffed. Looking for her cell phone. Plopping back down on the bed when finding it. It was 9:32 in the morning. Seeing texts from Clay, Kevin, Emily, Kendall and Skip.
C: Ok long as you make it home safe. I make sure your trucks fine. Thnx for tonight! Love u
