His Little French Boy • Fack

9

The impact of Jack Grazer's punch to Finn Wolfhard's stomach was huge and painful. Finn clutched his stomach as he cried out in pain. He mumbled curse words whilst wincing which made Jack roll his eyes.

"Fuck Jack" Finn winced "I didn't know you could p-punch like that"

"Take that as a warning Wolfhard" Finn gave Jack a thumbs up while he was still clutching his stomach with his head down. Jack turned around and walked away not daring to look back.

Yes, he felt horrible but Finn was getting on his nerves. He had to do something. Maybe that punch will finally make Finn stay away. It didn't. Right behind Jack was Finn, still clutching his stomach as he tried to catch up.

Jack grumbled but decided to let Finn walk beside him. They walked silently, sooner Finn recovered. Jack lightly chewed on his bottom lip as he looked to the ground absolutely horrified at what was going to come out of his mouth.

"Sorry" he whispered. Finn raised his eyebrows with a playful smile. He slightly moved closer. "What? I didn't catch what you were going to say"

Jack bit his lip harder trying his best not to give Finn another stupid punch. "Sorry" Jack said it a little louder. Finn chuckled as he ruffled Jack's soft hair "It's fine Jackie"

Jack slapped Finn's hand away "Get your hands off me"

This was going to be a long walk.

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Jack finally arrived home after he parted ways with Finn. Jack hated coming back home. It was quiet, empty and huge. His parents were pretty wealthy but they were never around. They were always taking business trips so it was mostly Jack and the houseworkers who were around.

He liked the houseworkers. They were actually quite nice and made Jack feel less lonely.

"Welcome back Jack" Jack was greeted by their maid Crystal. Jack smiled back greeting her with a hi. "Long day huh?" Crystal patted Jack on the back.

Crystal was quite young to be a maid but she had to take this job to support her mothers hospital bills. She didn't hate the job.

"Yeah.." Jack nodded in response.

"Would you like me to run you a bath?"

"No it's fine Crystal. You really don't have to do that" Jack politely declined.

Crystal smiled as she leaned down to kiss Jack's forehead. "Are mère and pére coming back anytime soon?" Jack looked up at Crystal hopeful. Crystal shook her head.

"I'm afraid not. Maybe after 4 weeks"

Jack sighed. He really did miss his parents. "Okay.Well, I'm going upstairs to do some homework"

Jack left with a frown of his face as he trudged along with Crystal sadly watching the younger boy. She really did feel sorry for him. Jack reached his room. He closed his door and fell on to his ready made bed.

He stayed still for a while. Just staring at the ceiling to clear his mind a little then pulled out his phone to see texts from the group.