Duveteux (Frazel Fluff Highschool au) [On Hiatus]

Chapter 1

Hazel p.o.v

"TOUCHDOWN!" The loudspeaker blared, I cheered as our team celebrated, and the cheerleaders did their dance thing.

I wasn't really sure how the scoring system worked, but it looked like we were winning. I wasn't particularly a fan of football, more I was a fan of our football team. Specifically the quarterback Frank Zhang.

The game finished and everyone cheered. They lifted Frank up on their shoulders parading him around the field. I'll admit I may have been staring, but can you really blame me?

As I looked on wistfully something unexpected happened, Frank raised his eyes, and they met mine. He looked right into my eyes and smiled.

My face was on fire. I ran out of the stadium, I hoped he hadn't noticed my blushing. I ran to my locker and slid down it.

This can't be happening I thought, He looked right at me. He smiled at me. This boy I've been crushing on for over a year smiled at me, just like that.

Then I thought, Everyone saw him smiling at me! Ooooh this is embarrassing, basically the whole school saw him smiling at me.

What am I gonna do, OH GOD, WHAT AM I GONNA DO! I started hyperventilating, my knees to my chin. Oh God, the school football star smiled at me, in front of the whole school. Me, a nobody.

"Hey," Someone above me said, "Are you alright?" I looked up, to see the one and only, Frank Zhang looking down at me. "Sorry I embarrassed you." I tried to say something, but nothing came out of my mouth.

I tried to stand, but I was shaking too much. He saw this and held out his hand, I took it and he helped me up. I tried to speak again and I was able to make sound, unfortunately the sound took the form of "Um, uh, I uh," or something along those lines.

I decided this was failing, so I did the only rational thing, I ran away. I ran down the hall as fast as I could. I could hear him shouting after me, but I didn't stop.

I ran until I got off school property, I stopped in a little park. I sat down on a swing, Not only did he smile at me, but he came to talk to me. He asked if I was alright for peats sake, why does this guy have to be so amazing?

"Hey," I looked up, Oh my God there he was again, standing in front of me, slightly out of breath. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you before." He looked like he meant it. "I just wanted to talk to you. What's your name?"

I took a deep breath controlling my urge to cry with joy, and anxiety.

"I-I'm Hazel," I stammered.

"I'm Frank,"

I laughed a little, "I know who you are, everyone knows you."

"Oh," He looked embarrassed, "Well, I was wondering if you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch tomorrow," He said, blushing a little, but that was probably just my imagination. "B-Because you always sit alone," He added quickly.

I smiled a little, then realised what he had asked, He, wants to sit with me, with me. This can't be happening.

"U-Um, s-sure," I stammered. He looked relieved.

"Awesome. Umm, do you want me to walk you home?" My heart danced a merry jig, metaphorically of course.

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks."

I stood up off the swing and we started walking in the direction of my house. We walked in silence, it was just a bit awkward, ok it was very awkward. I was just wearing a t-shirt and I was shivering in the November cold. Frank must have noticed because he took off his letter jacket and put it over my shoulders.

I blushed like crazy, "T-Thanks," I stammered, I was doing a lot of stammering today. I slid my arms into the sleeves, and it almost swallowed me it was so big.

Frank laughed when he saw it. "Oh hush," I said flustered.

"You look adorable," That got me even more flustered. Then I realised he was just wearing a white tank top.

"Frank! You must be freezing!" He looked down and I couldn't help but stare at his biceps. Can you blame me?

"Nah, I'm fine."

"But, it's November" I protested.

"I'm Canadian, I'll be fine." Frank was Canadian? That certainly explained how nice he was.

"I never knew you were Canadian. Also that's still not how it works!" He just laughed so I gave up, and I was very warm now, and this jacket smelled like Frank, definitely a plus. Woah, pretty creepy Hazel.

After that we walked in silence, but it wasn't as awkward now.

After an unfortunately short walk we arrived at my house. "Well," I said sadly, "This is my place. Thanks for walking me home."

"No problem," He said as he started backing up.

"See you tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah," he replied with a shy smile, "Well, gotta go" He turned and started away bumping into a flower pot by accident.

"Don't you want your coat?" I asked as he got farther away.

"Keep it," He called over his shoulder while crossing the road.

It was dim out, but I could swear he was blushing. Oh well, must have been my imagination. I turned and walked inside.

"Hello dear!" My mother called from the kitchen.

"Hi mom!" I called back walking into the living room.

"How was your day sweetie?" She asked sitting on the couch.

"My day was good," I replied.

"Oh yeah? How was the game?"

"Good, the game was good."

"Mmhm." She smirked and gestured to Frank's letter jacket, I had forgot I was wearing it. "Looks to me like it was more than just good." My face flushed.

"MOM!" She just laughed.

"So, who's the lucky boy?" She trying to act innocent, and failing I might add,

"I don't know what you're implying there. We talked after, the game. He's the quarterback." She smiled,

"Quarterback eh? He cute?"

"MOM!"

"Do you like him?" She asked grinning.

"That's it, I'm leaving."

"Awww. Well dinner will be ready in about an hour." I walked up the stairs and into my room.

She's not going to let this go any time soon. Ah shoot.

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AN This is my second story, (I'm still updating my other one, fret not children.) I hope you like it, I would appreciate critism, and you can be as harsh as you want.

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