¤ CB's POV¤
"That's all for today class! You may now go and have your lunch," Mr. Fritzgerald said with a small nod, as everyone stood up almost simultaneously and went out of the room to go to the Canteen...
Which apparently I have no idea where it is.
So I stood up my seat slowly, while slinging my bag on my shoulder with all my books on my arms and walked towards Mr. Fritzgerald. He's currently in his seat on the Teacher's Table, probably doing some paperwork.
I cleared my throat carefully to not sound rude, as he looked up to my direction. He smiled lightly at me while placing his ball pen on the table. "Hello Ms. Afton. Why aren't you going to the Canteen at the moment?" He asked lightly, slightly raising his eyebrow.
I shrugged lightly while hugging my books tighter. "I'm actually going to ask you about that sir. May I ask you where the Canteen is...?" I asked him shyly, looking down at my feet.
He gave me a skeptic look with a raised eyebrow, as my eyes landed on the door, only to see students walking around to where they wanted to go.
After my Arts class, it was my vacant time and well, I didn't know the school that much so I only hung out outside the MA Hall for the whole period while thinking about ideas for our Arts project until the bell rang.
Good thing Math is also in the MA Hall or else I'll get lost inside this huge campus in less than a minute-
"The Canteen is only beside this building Ms. Afton," Mr. Fritzgerald said in a not-so serious tone, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded, muttering a small "Thank you," before making my way outside his classroom.
Pheww, I really need a map of this whole place so I can go around and explore freely without bothering anyone for questions...
THUD!
Suddenly, I bumped into someone that made me fall against the floor. All my books from my arms met with my face in a great amount of force, making me flinch because of the sudden impact.
"HEY!" I shouted at that person, as I stood up on my butt while getting my books that fell from the ground.
I'm sure my face is red because first my books slammed right into my face and second I'm probably ready to punch this person right into his or her face. Dipshit.
"I'm so sorry, are you hurt?" The voice was from a guy, as I saw a glimpse of him reaching out a hand for me.
When I finally gathered my books, I shot my head up to the owner of that voice, looking at him with an angry expression.
When I looked up, I saw Kellen looking down at me with a worried look all over his face.
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Sweeter Than Fiction (Freddy x Baby) || DISCONTINUED ||
FanfictionNOTE: Better read this book in "Paging Mode" ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ Freddy rolls his eyes annoyingly at Baby, as she shook her head with a disapproving look on her face. Chica looked at the...