Chapter 10
Ok it was official! Miss Cuttar is a slag.
Like the biggest slag I've ever met! Her blouse was revealing way too much cleavage than is legal and her skirt kept riding up every time she bent over. Which was a lot! I think the only reason there were guys in this class what because of her.
Once we got out of there I said goodbye to everyone and started to walk home. When I passed the cafe again, I found a hammer on the ground and picked it up. That's when I saw a man wearing a black hoodie had another man holding a bag of groceries backed up against a brick wall.
"Listen here ya gay punk..." The male wearing the hoodie said.
"HEY!" I yell.
The hooded man started to back away as I was pointing the newly found hammer at him.
"Thanks for that." The other man said. He had a slight Italian twist to his British accent.
"It's alright. Who was that horrible man?" I ask.
"Just a rude little twat trying to make some cheep money." He replied.
He said it so casually. Like it happened all the time.
"This is my cafe here, would you like to come in. You can have anything on the menu, my treat." He said.
"Oh no it's alright." I say.
"No really. It's the least I can do." He pleaded.
I reluctantly agreed and went in.
"I'm Carlos, by the way. And this is Stephano." He gestured to the man behind the counter.
"I'm Frankie." I say.
"Short for Francesca?" He asked.
"Yep." I reply.
"Beautiful name!" Stephano complimented.
"Thank you." I say with a smile.
I spent about two hours talking to Carlos and Stephano. They were lovely company. Typical gays...you know the ones with great fashion sense, gossiping all the time, love Lyza Manelie.
"I better get going or my Gran will think I've been murdered." I say laughing.
"Okay precious. Hey before you leave we wanted to ask you something..." Stephano started, then looked to Carlos.
"Do you have a job Frankie?" Carlos asked.
"No I don't?..." I replied. It almost sounded like a question.
"Would you like to work here? For us? It would only be part time of course! We don't need you to be missing out on and education of fun time but like maybe two or three days a week. After school or on the weekend?" He asked.
"I would love too! That would be great!" I say excitedly, giving them a hug.
I left the cafe with a massive smile on my face. They said I could start working next week. Their even making me a name tag and everything! Wow this is awsome!
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"FRANKIE WALE UP!!!"
"Eghhh! Go away!!"
"You don't want to be late again." It was Flynn. Great! I never should have asked him to wake me! Bad plan!
"Eh whatever!" I grone, flopping of my bed onto the ground and Flynn laughed and walked out. Thanks for the help!
I told Gran and Flynn about me getting a job last night. They seemed happy.
I got off the floor and hopped in the shower. I dresses in to a black, knee length dress that had lace over the top. I wore some black stockings and a pair of black and gold flats. It was relatively cool outside so I trugged on a red trench coat made of cashmere. I let my hair dry and left it out.
Flynn gave me a lift today and we got to school with plenty of time.
I saw Jess, who was sitting with the same two girls from our art class.
I walked over and Jess smiled and gave me a hug. She was wearing maroon skinny jeans and black combat boots that went almost to her knees. She has a Sherlock Holmes t-shirt on with a black scarf. Jess didn't really have a particular style. She dresses however she feels like and I admire her for that.
She introduced me to the two other girls, Brooke and Megan.
Brooke was about the same height as me and could give Kate a run for her money in the breast department but she was still slim. She had brown curly hair that was let out and was wearing a red flannel t-shirt with washed out jeans and brown boots.
Megan on the other hand was VERY tall and slim. She had a dark purple pixie cut and bright blue eyes. She wore a white blouse with a black sleeveless blazer and a black skirt.
Today up first we had a double period in the study hall. Jess, Alicia, Grace, Megan, Kate and I made our way to the hall.
Once inside we say down in the same spots as last time and pulled out our books.
"Hey can I borrow a pencil?" I turn to look at the person next to me and I see who it is.
It's Tom!
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Beautiful On Your Own
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