They Call Her Old Fashion

#1 New Girl

Sauntering out of my dorm room to get to math. My best friend Ryder comes running up behind me.

"Hey Arch!" He says far to enthusiasticly. I nod my head in a greeting manner. "So I heard that there is a new girl." Now this is sparking my interest. I glance over at him. "She's apparently super cute and a photographer." I nod my head again.

Reaching the hall I see a circle formed around the bad boy of the school, Damon, and what looks like the new girl.

"Give me the picture back little girl." He growls through clenched teeth.

"Nope," she says popping the p. Only then do I notice the old fashioned camera hanging around her neck.

"Come on give it back." He basically yells getting angrier by the minute.

Looking at the girl next to me I ask her what happened.

"The new girl caught a picture of Damon flexing in the mirror of his locker and took a picture with her old fashioned camera. He heard the noise and started yelling at her to give it back." She explains.

"Thanks," I say and walk into the middle of the two. "Stop it."

Damon looks at me,"whatcha gonna do pretty boy."

"He's not going to do anything because the picture is already in my satchel and I'm walking away. By ladies." She muses while walking away.

I stand there gobsmacked by what just happened. Mumbling profanities under my breathe I walk to math. Not late but just on time.

"Good morning class! Today we have a new student! Francesca please stand up!" Mrs.Buger (pronounced boog-air) says while looking around.

All of a sudden the door opens. Our heads all snap to the door. There stands the new girl. She pulls her old fashioned camera to her face and snaps a picture of the class. A picture slides out of a slot on the bottom and she shakes it a little bit. She then opens her satchel and slides the photo in a book.

Clearing her throat Mrs.Buger announces,"this is Francesca and she is new here please treat her with respect and kindness. Francesca would you like to say anything about yourself?"

She straightens herself out," well um, my name is Francesca but you can call me Frankie if I give you the privilege to. As you can see I'm a photographer. I moved here from London, which would explain my accent. And I hate stuck up people so yeah."

She walks forward to take the seat right next to me. Taking out her math book she takes out a bunch of photos as well and binder like book. It's old and smells of leather. It has four corner spaces randomly placed. She starts organizing the photos. She gets through two pages. Putting all her stuff back she walks out of the room. We all look at her confused but the bell rings the second the door closes behind her.

So far I have her in most of my classes. It's sixth period which is PE. I don't mind PE. We are one of the many schools where boys and girls do gym together.

The girls where black booty shorts and white t-shirt crop tops. When Francesca walks out we all turn and look. She has a belly ring with a little camera on it. Killer long tan legs, abs, and her hair is in a high ponytail. Her bull nose ring standing out against her tan skin. Light green eyes with a lean body. She is beautiful.

"Ok maggots and Frankie. You either have the choice to dance or box. Your choice."   Coach Frenzy yells.

The girls all walk over to the dance mats while all us guys walk to the punching bags. We all sit in the ground and chatting until we hear the banging of chains. Glancing over we see Francesca unwrapped hands beating up a punching bag.

Her headphones are in. Repeatedly punching and kicking the poor bag. I walked up behind her cautiously. I tapped her shoulder. She spun around and jabbed me in the side.

Falling from the impact. I not only hurt my side but my shoulder to. An arm reaches out to help me up.

"Sorry about that." She apologized with a sincere smile.

"Eh it's allright but we might want to get you wrapped up." I respond.

"Oh I'm good! I only didn't wrap my hands to get a picture. Wait can you take it please?" She answers back with no hesitation.

"Yeah sure." I shrug.

"Okay follow me." She leads me out to a willow tree. "Okay I'm going to sit against the tree with my hands covering my face. You're going to take the picture when you think it'll look good." Francesca instructed.

I nodded my head and took the picture when she was ready. While she was getting up a said pears in a funny way and she started to laugh. I took the pictures and shook them.

I handed her the one that she wanted and kept the one of her laughing in my hand.

"You did a super good job for your first time using an older camera. But may I ask what's in your hand?" She comments.

Showing her the picture I say,"you told me to take the picture when it would look good. And it does." She laughs. Her laugh isn't high pitch it's more of a heavier chuckle.

"Thanks for the laugh pretty boy but we all know I'm not good looking." She notes. "You can keep it if you want." She adds quietly after.

"It would be an honor to keep it m'lady." I say in a fake posh English accent. She laughs.

"Thanks. It's been awhile since I laughed." She adds then walks away.

A/N I love them both. What do you think about the jerk wad Damon. And what about the camera. I love the name Francesca and I could have called her Frannie but I think Frankie suits her better.

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