cigarettes and chlorine [fruk]

Chapter 3

After long two sessions of algebra and humans cells it was finally break time. It was a pure coincidence that Francis and Arthur were in the same classes, but did not sit together. The bell rang and students almost ran out of class as if there was an apocalypse of zombies. The cold weather had drifted off and some sunshine showed itself outside on the playground. Students went outside to walk and talk to their friends, the ones who didn't eat at school. Francis made his way out of the class going over to his locker to put his books in and take his breakfast food, he didn't trust school cafeteria. Licking his dry lips he tried to find the way to the cafeteria but stumbled upon a crowded directly in front of the school teacher's room. Curiously he made his way to the crowd a little excitement growing in him. Just a few steps away from the crowd, someone placed an arm around his shoulder pulling Francis to the side of him. A little startled he looked to the side, it was one of the boys from the swimming trials.

"Welcome to the team, Francis Bonnefoy." The boy cheered he had a big grin settled on his face. Francis face lit up (like a Christmas tree) and huge smile formed on his lips and the excitement grew in him.

"Oh dieu really?!" Francis laughed happily along with the boy. A group of other students came along and cheered, probably Francis new team mates. Well Francis hoped that they were his new teammates... Francis stretched out his hand towards the boy's hand to shake the other outstretched hand. Taking in the firm grip of the other, compared to his own the others hand was rough and not well taken care of. Shaking his head mentally not wanting to think of how the others male hand was not well taken care of, it was a bad habit of Francis. It was obvious that Francis hand was much softer and gentle, even though he was a male. He smiled instead it was a charming smile.

"My name is Francis Bonnefoy."

"Yeah dude, I already know that but you probably don't know mine. I'm Roy Brown." He cheered and Francis kept smiling, he felt lucky to make something as a friend from just his second day. He considered himself a lucky person. A few other males introduced themselves to Francis and others, these were now his new teammates. Francis was glad that they seemed as passionate about swimming like himself. This was really great for Francis.

Francis was thrilled to say the least, not only to get into his desired swimming team but that he'd made some rather enjoyable friends afterwards as well. It was nice for him to have found friends and Francis had felt included in things he found joy in.

"Hey Francis, come on over here we're gonna go to the dining room coke with us." The first male offered with a grin which Francis was echoed by the followers. Francis being new thought it was his lucky break to actually become involved on the second day in his new school already. Well not just luck, Francis did have his charm.

He confidently walked away from the announcement board with his new teammates and into the dining hall which held many different groups of teens seemingly in a categorical system. However Francis was soon snapped out of that train of thought when he was brought over to the largest table consisting of about 5 girls and 3 other guys who had stood out to him as highly fashionable considering their clothing choices meaning obviously Francis was more than happy to make snob awkward conversation with these people.

While the other swimmers introduced the blond Frenchman, he himself had occupied himself with another girl with a lovely face and rather attractive figure who was sitting on the right hand side of the table who had been giving him a rather interested and flirtatious look. Which Francis acknowledged with a wink of the eye as well as a freshly alluring smirk on his unnaturally perfect lips.

At that moment Arthur had actually gotten out of class after a long winded completely pointless lecture about the potential the other had and how if only he'd actually apply himself more his grades would he impeccable. The British punk turned his head only to become agitated with a repulsive sight of that new transfer guy...Francis if he had recalled correctly, indulging in a conversation with the group of conformist gits and the 5 slut bags as there little crowd of social approval. The very thought of it made Arthur in raged but why the fuck did he care to such an extend!? He thought to himself over and over letting out a low growl before making a swift move to go smoke a couple cigarettes outside and to cool off in the all groggy grey weather of the British morning.

Francis was clearly enjoying himself with the girl whose name was Lori. Francis enjoyed flirting too much for his own good, he just liked the way people would react and his body liked it as well. And Francis was easily attracted to people, even if it was sometimes for the same sex but he would just push it away. Francis didn't think that being gay was any wrong, oh no he thought it was beautiful like any other love the world had to offer, Francis didn't count abusive relationships he found it disgusting and sad. Francis didn't count himself as gay or bi. Just straight as girls were the only once he had dated.

The girls on the table were the usual "popular" girls, short skirts and shorts, cleavage, blonde hair streaks, or dip dye, and tons of makeup. The cliché movie popular girls, not that Francis noticed the cliché. Lori from the table had brunette hair with blonde dip dye. She had her hand on Francis chest stroking it seductively.

"Oh my Francis, such a ravishing name." The other girls agreed with Lori and also were particularly throwing themselves on Francis.

"So you're like from France?" One of the blonde girls asked. Francis nodded his head a little too fast. Lori wasn't liking the attention Francis was getting so she leaned more against him pressing her lips

Francis hears.

"Meet me outside." Lori purred into Francis ear. Francis bit his lips holding back a grin, he grew excited but not as much as he expected. He watched as Lori stood up from the table giving Francis a glance biting her lip before moving out. When she left outside the school Francis excused himself upsetting the other girls, following Lori out.

Francis was out behind the school near the swimming pool, he looked around curiously almost seeing the blonde boy, better known as Arthur. A hand grabbed his arm turning him around. Lori leaned closer into his chest and pressed her lips against Francis, who hummed happily pressing his lips back against her. This wasn't something new to Francis, the girls would throw themselves at him and he would catch them till they slip out of his grip. Pushing Lori against the wall his tongue slipped into her mouth as she wished. Francis body pushed itself against the smaller feminine body, heavy breathing left his lips pulling away from the plump lips of the girl.

Francis had the French charm in him, indeed.

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