Queen of Hearts (GIRLXGIRL)

Chapter One

Frankie's POV:

I wake up to my alarm ringing. I reach to click the snooze button, but I remember that I can't be late for school due to the fact that we have our first football practice of the season.

I turn my alarm clock off and sit up, turning to get out of bed. I walk over to the mirror and look at myself in boxers and a black bra, hair up in a bun.

I kiss my finger, pressing it against the photo of my mother, wiping away a tear. "C'mon, Franks. Grow up," I think to myself.

Walking to my closet, I grab my jersey, pants, guards, etc. I walk across the hallway into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I drop my clothes on the ground and seat myself on the toilet, and then lift my armpit up to smell. I shrug. I do smell sweaty, but it's not that bad. I wipe and stand up, pulling up my checkered boxers.

I slide on my pants, jersey, etc, letting my hair down. I brush it and begin to french braid it. "Frankie, are you up yet?" My dad yells down the hallway. "Yes, Harold." I yell back using an annoyed tone.

I mumble under my breath, "no fucking shit."

I finish french braiding my hair on both sides, and then I hold my toothbrush under the sink. Applying toothpaste to it, I bring it up to my mouth with my right hand, and my left, I spray cologne on myself.

I spit my toothpaste out in the sink and wipe my mouth off with my hand. I check my apple watch. Fuck, I gotta be there in 13 minutes.

I open the door to the bathroom, grab my mouthguard and helmet, slide them into my backpack and slide it over my shoulders. My dad passes me a piece of bread and I hold it in between my teeth.

"Thanks daddy-o. I got practice tonight so I won't be home til seven or some shi-"

"Frankie... what'd we talk about."

I roll my eyes, and leave the house, walking to my car. I pump up the music in my Jeep wrangler, and drive to the high school.

I pull up, straight girls staring at me. Some guys as well. I spot the cheer team, and see a new girl. Shes blonde, tall, blue eyed, and she has a model body. Hot.

I hop out of the car and lock it, walking to the courtyard where everyone is. Doors haven't opened yet. Great.

I slide my earbuds in and sit down at a picnic table by myself.

The other school asshole, Trevor Starks makes his way over to me and sits across from where I'm seated.

"What do we have here? A dyke. A lesbian! Gross," He says. His friends chuckle with him.

"Great one, dickface," I say, turning up the volume on my phone. He reaches for my earbuds. I grab his wrist and twist it.

"Ouch!" He yells. Everyone laughs. I even let out a slight chuckle.

"See? At least I have more balls than you," I say.
Layla's POV:

The cheer team and I gather around. We have our first practice after school. We're talking about off subject things- like boys, gossip, youtube, etc.

Suddenly, a girl, looks about 5'7, hair french braided, wearing a football uniform pulls up. Shes pumping loud music. Everyone looks over. I'd never seen her around.

"Oh look, the dick has just arrived," Millie says. Shes one of the other cheerleaders.

"Who is that?" I ask.

"Frankie Hathaway. Shes the toughest, bitchiest, bitch on school premises," Kayla answers.

I watch Frankie sit down at a picnic table and put earbuds in. I wonder what she could be listening to. I look back to the group, and listen to them talk about Frankie.