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 and Hunter had continued their entire school week the same way as they did on Monday. Hunter flirting or making annoying comments to Frankie. As she tried to ignore him or keep the same irritated tone in all of her responses.
They had been practicing their reading from Romeo and Juliet during speech class. Having to learn the balcony scene for next weeks assignment. Frankie still cursed Miss Johnson in her mind any chance she got for placing them together for this. Only relieved to be able to work on it in class and not at their houses this time.
Hunter felt like he was going mad with how Frankie was acting towards him. He's always been use to her attitude, that was nothing new. But he wasn't used to her acting friendly and pleasant to him, then back to hateful and angry the next day like nothing happened between them. She's gone the entire week with keeping her distance from him. Unless being forced to talk during Speech.
Hunter knew it was stupid but once he got home on Friday after school, he found himself sitting in his basement with one of his dads liquor bottles. He didn't know what else to do to try and get Frankie out of his head. She haunted every thought that brewed. He was unable to listen to any music that wouldn't bring some memory of her up. Whether it was picturing her in one of the band's shirts he's seen her own, hearing her voice in his head sing along or envisioning when he's overheard her play one of the songs before. It felt hopeless to ignore her presence.
Something else started to overcome him once Vermillion by Slipknot came on. Whether it was bravery or just plain stupidity on his part. He sat up in his leather chair having a small chat with himself. Taking the song coming on as a sign.
"Fuck this. I'm marching over there and giving her a piece of my damn mind! I'm not letting some girl have this type of hold over me and not even acknowledge that I'm alive. Since when is Frankie Sullivan too good for me? I'm Hunter Sylvester, a future metal god! No girl will be my down fall." Hunter jumped up from his chair, his legs feeling a tad woozy as he did.
"Cocks." He mumbled out as he regained balance. Shaking it off and headed up his stairs, two steps at a time.
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