Scary Love// Steve Harrington //

"Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats"

Frankie hopped out of Steve's car and into Conor's arms. He kissed her and she smiled. Steve gagged in the back and she rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I gotta go but I'll see you after third," Conor told Frankie before walking off.

"I hate that guy," Steve said once Conor was gone.

"Why now?" Frankie asked not really wanting an answer, already tired of people telling her how shitty her shitty boyfriend was.

"You have a couple hours? Where do I even start?" He sighed. "You were so into him last year and he acted like you didn't even matter. Then, when he got bored of being alone and you started dating it didn't even take two months for him to cheat on you, with fucking Lea Carmichael and he's not even sorry about it! He came crawling back to you because he got bored again, and I saw him flirting with someone yesterday, he's a piece of garbage Frankie."

Frankie stood there in fury. She didn't know whether she was mad at Conor, or Steve or herself. Was she really that naïve? Should she believe Steve? How could he do this to her again?

"Thank you." She said before walking off to find him.

Steve was confused and worried about what she was going to go do. He tried to push his worry down and walked to find Nancy.

Frankie was looking for Conor. She wanted to call him out on his bullshit in public, she wanted to embarrass him. She walked around and looked everywhere for him. She passed what she thought was an empty classroom but stopped when she heard a giggle, a girls giggle. Frankie shook her head and pushed the door open.

Sure enough, there was Conor, standing between some girls legs. Their heads shot up and the girl smirked while Conor looked for somewhere to run and hide. Frankie grabbed his jacket and pulled him outside.

"Frankie, please. I can explain." Conor tried to stop her from whatever she was doing, putting his hands up in defense.

"Shut up. You are by far the biggest asshole I have ever met. I'm not some fucking toy for you to just use when you're bored. I'm not gonna stand around and look like some kind of fucking idiot because everyone knows you're cheating on me except me. I can't believe I actually had feelings for you or that we could try and fix this shitty relationship. I am not going to let you waste my time anymore, fuck you Conor." She jabbed her index finger in his chest. "One more thing."

She slapped him across his face. He covered his cheek and looked at her shocked. He moved it and you could see her hand mark.

"Ms. Wheeler!" The principal walked over to the two. "What is the meaning of this?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Frankie crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, you two follow me. Into my office, now." He said in a stern voice and they followed.

Once they were in his office Frankie pulled her chair far from Conor. Conor sighed and rolled his eyes. The principal sat down and looked at the two.

"Anyone want to tell me what happened?"

"No." They said in unison.

"Well, I'm going to have to send you home, Francesca. You assaulted a student and we don't tolerate that kind of behavior here. You can come back tomorrow with a fresh attitude. I'll call your mother to pick you up. Mr. Smirtheran you can hurry up and get to class." Conor walked off and Frankie crossed her arms over her chest.