The Record Breaker

Chapter 1: What the fu-

Thea started joining Fawn on his 'frisky' doings, and a year after they had become friends, Thea started being off and busier most days. So he was confused and asked her himself, "Hey Thea how come we haven't done anything else these past few days?" Fawn had found out that Thea had another friend group to join, months passed, and Thea nagged Fawn about 'joining' the new friend group and was trying to convince Fawn to join the friend group.

"C'mon Fawn it'll be fun—" Thea drags out and shakes Fawns arm like a ragdoll, "Jesus Christ, fine if I did, will you stop?" Fawn with an annoyed manner responds to Thea, in which she nods repeatedly.

So, he sighs and reluctantly agrees to join the said 'friend group', as he walks toward the cafeteria to join them, he notices some sort of familiarity from someone in the friend group.

It was Forrest Connor Zakharov, his alleged 'Enemy'.

A wave of anxiety washed over me as I made a move to sit down, 'he probably won't remember me, right? Shit I mean he's occupied on his phone so I thi-' nope, I was completely wrong, as soon as Forrest lifted his head up, I was immediately greeted by the most deadliest glare I've had in my entire life, if looks could kill— man I would be already 6 ft underground.

"Fawn Jackson, right?" the girl on the left of Forrest asked me.

"I– Yea that's me." As I answered them when a guy sat down beside me, "Oh hey it's the record breaker—" He spoke out and caught Thea's Attention along with Forrest's, "What?" he asked as he bit into his sandwich, "Don't call him that." Surprisingly THE Forrest Conor spoke out startling me, "And why is that Conor? Got a crush on this handsome fella?" The guy spoke out, patting my back emphasizing what he said.

A light blush tinted my cheeks as I looked down on my lunch tray as I began to start eating.

"Oh shut up Pierson, we all know he's out of Conor's league, like look at this guy— He's brunette, he has amber eyes, and a perfect nose—" The guy beside 'Pierson' spoke out.

"Damn Herb you say that as if Forrest isn't model material too." The girl beside Forrest spoke out laughing.

"Guys shush— I'm about to introduce you guys to Fawn." Thea dismisses the whole thing, and everyone was staring at Fawn.

"So, this is Zehra Ann Ali—" She pointed at the middle eastern girl, who had shoulder-length curly hair who waved at me, and so I waved back.

"This is Forrest Conor Zakharov—" She pointed at my old friend, who now had dirty blond hair, green eyes, and a sharp jawline.

"That one over there is Ferris Pierson Barker who makes his white chihuahua his whole personality—" She pointed at the guy who had dark hair and blue eyes, who also looks like he just got straight out of Twilight.

"HEY! I do not?!" Ferris snaps back at Thea's light-hearted insult with a Scottish accent, "Uh— yes you do, don't even deny it." Connor laughs at Ferris. "You literally make Precy gourmet food, while your friends get cup noodles." Zehra laughs audibly.

Ferris gasped dramatically while his mouth hung open, "Child! How dare you judge the food I give?!"

At that point the whole table was laughing, and don't get me wrong I was too, it reminded me of my old friends back in my old school, although I was still anxious about Forrest being in the same friend group as I am. If he's willing to start over, then I'm down for it.

"You guys wanna come by my house after school? I mean Herbert can drive us there, right?" Pierson nudges Herb's side, "Damn, why can't Connor be the one to drive us?" Herb disappointedly points out, "Because— his car is really expensive, and we don't want to ruin it." Zehra resonates with Herb.

"Alright everybody, we're straying away from the topic, lastly we have Herbert Faun Sandoval." She points over to a somewhat Asian/Hispanic looking guy.

"Yup, That's me." Herbert waves right at me. "And fine, I'll drive you guys there." Herb just defeatedly shakes his head at everyone cheering.

Alas, the bell ran throughout the cafeteria signaling it was time for the next period.

We all abruptly stood up and respectively collected our trays and left them at the disposal counter for the staff to clean. I started walking with them to class, which eventually made us split up due to having their class periods at different buildings, whereas I got building BA and they got buildings CA and BE.

Unfortunately, I had class with none other than Forrest which resulted in us walking side by side to class, all I can say is that it was awkward as shit.

Then at last we finally made it to our classroom, I quickly rushed in before Forrest could, which made him roll his eyes at me. Mrs. Robinson ushered us to get inside quickly before the lesson, in which was a slight inconvenience, yellow paint was all over Forrest's Desk and chair.

"Apologies Connor, the class before this one accidentally spilled paint all over that place, I would be contacting the head teacher about replacing it, but in the meantime why don't you take a seat beside Jackson?" Mrs. Robinson Calmly asks Connor in hopes he would actually agree.

"Yes Mrs. Robinson." He answered as he pulled a chair to sit beside me. I've actually noticed a lot of stuff about Forrest, how he places his school items carefully on his desk individually, how he doodles on most of his works but actually being able to take mental notes during the lessons. I would often see him chilling in the library at a secluded corner, I would always walk past to see what he was doing, spoiler alert he's always writing notes about the lectures.

Suddenly a loud snapping was heard and seen in front of me, "Hey? Fawn? Are you still there? Is there something on my face?" Forrest started listing things that had nothing to do with what I was thinking.

"I— well, huh?" My mess of a self, stuttered to the point where I wanted to just jump out of the window and off a 500 ft cliff, at that moment I wanted my life gone, wiped from existence.

"What do you mean 'huh'? I'm asking you about the project." Forrest scoffed.

"Well, I didn't—" A pathetic reason tries to slip out of my mouth only to be countered by Forrest, "Don't tell me you didn't listen." Forrest looked into my eyes with desperation, I just shook my head, "Well Mrs. Robinson listed off pairs for a project the class would do within a two-week notice. She actually just gave us the whole period to talk about it." Forrest deliberately explained the whole thing to me.

"Ah— before you say anything else, I'm gonna explain the project, so basically, you'd have to work on a painting with your partner, let's say a landscape? Or a portrait? I don't know yet, but we'd have to do that, the painting could either be an abstract or an illustration— and it's about friendship I think." He continued.

God let's just hope I don't do anything wrong this time.

Maybe? I guess we'd just have to see.

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Oh my fucking god it's been a while, hasn't it? anyways would be posting per month! stay tuned, a lot of shit have happened in my life, so it was delayed for 2 years. I finally got into a relationship????

Enjoy!