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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Sunday
Frankie and Hunter spent the rest of the weekend together. Recapping their summers more and catching up with the other. Playing video games, singing together and playing guitars. Bonding again as they made up for their lost time.
Also ignoring their various phone calls, texts and app notifications once changing their online dating statuses. Laughing together as everyone lost their absolute shit over reading the new update.
"You think Clay's calling my dad too?" Frankie laughed out. Setting her phone back on to Hunter's table.
"Oh one hundred percent. We're lucky Kevin's not busting down my front door right now." Hunter added in.
"School should be interesting tomorrow, that's for sure." She sighed out. Not caring to deal with all the dumbasses at school.
"Do you want me to pick you up beforehand?" He asked as he placed a guitar back on it's stand.
"You know I have my own truck, right?" Frankie asked back with a raise of her brow.
"Yeah but I thought that it might be nice to ride together in the morning." He shrugged while suggesting. Trying not to sound nervous about how bad he wanted her to say yes.
A shit eating grin appeared on her face. Seeing the usual cocky, arrogant metalhead now nervously asking to give her a simple ride.
"Hunter Sylvester, are you trying to be a cutesy boyfriend already? And they say chivalry is dead." She snickered. Poking some fun at the boy.
"Don't patronize me." Hunter snarled his lip and rolled eyes at her.
Walking over to the shorter girl standing in the middle of his basement. He placed his hands upon her waist as he towered over. All nervousness apparently leaving his body as he felt a strong urge of desire spread throughout his veins.
Frankie looked up to see the sudden hunger in his eyes. Feeling her breath hitch as the warmth of his hands gripped her hips tighter. She was the one now feeling skittish.
"What do you think you're doing?" She questioned as Hunter's face inched down closer to her own.
"I think I'm trying to kiss my girlfriend." He let out in a low voice. Sending chills down Frankie's spin that were very welcomed from her.
