Caught In A Mosh-Anthrax
Frankie composed herself after the chat with Hunter. Putting on her best poker face to rejoin the three boys in the living room after her small breakdown, alone in the bedroom.
"Frankie girl!"
"Brody baby!" She called back upon entering the room.
Hunter caught on that it was just a playful nickname for the younger Elliot brother but it made him twitch every time he heard her say it. A flash of unwarranted jealously he tried to move past.
"Where did you run off to? My lap is getting cold." Brody pretended to pout as he puffed out his bottom lip.
"So buy a fucking cat?" Frankie joked as she took a spot on the couch between Hunter and Chester.
She was going to pretend like everything was fine. Starting with ignoring the boy currently to her left, the best that she could.
"What'd you do, sneak off and raid my stash or something?" Chester poked at her.
"What makes you say that?" She questioned.
"Your pissy mood seems to be gone."
"That's a trick. My pissy mood is never gone." She flashed a playful smirk. Even if it was fake. They all bought it besides Hunter.
"That's the fucking truth." Chester laughed out. Loving her sassy attitude.
"I know one way to turn your bitching into screaming at least." He leaned over and tried to whisper into her ear but was too wasted for it to be quiet enough for Hunter not to hear.
Frankie felt him physically tense up to her left. 100% knowing that he was now fully aware of her currently sleeping with Chester. One more reason for him to hate her, she thought. Hoping he wasn't too disgusted with her by that.
She and Hunter both reached for their drinks and slammed them. Each feeling uncomfortable at that comment for different reasons.
Hunter wasn't stupid. He figured all the condom wrappers in Chester's room were obviously there was a reason. But when actually hearing it confirmed out loud that it was from Frankie made him feel like shit.
Of course Frankie and Chester had a past. He was well aware of that. He just never expected them to rekindle anything of that sort. Maybe she had been waiting for him to return this whole time and just using Hunter to pass the time by. The only thing he was certain of was that he needed a hell of a lot more drinks to finish getting through the night with the three of them.
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"Remember when Molly Levine pushed you off the monkey bars?"
"That bitch broke my arm, of course I do!" Brody yelled out as the three others roared with laughter.
They were all cross faded at this point and going down memory lane as they let music blare in the background. Reminiscing over school memories. Good and bad.
"Okay okay, I have a better one. Remember when Sylvester pranked Sullivan by cutting holes in her gym clothes?"
"That wasn't funny, I got in trouble for 'being inappropriately dressed'. I got sent home over it." She was annoyed when remembering it. Thinking about how pissed off she was back then for it.
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Metal Kingdom
Teen FictionFrancesca "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...
