Sweeter Than Fiction (Freddy x Baby) || DISCONTINUED ||

Chapter 16: Note Reading

¤ Freddy's POV ¤

Ah, it feels good to finally find someone to annoy all day and every day for the whole school year. Now that is how you make high school memorable.

After the school bell rang, it was time for our dismissal. And from what I recall from earlier, Me and that cutie matchstick have some 'unfinished business' to go to. By that, I originally meant detention. But who ever said that detention ain't that fun?

"Ugh, this is gonna be so boring," A girl's voice said from beside me, as I hear her sigh heavily while messing her own red head in frustration. I stifle a laugh because I thought that her doing that was strangely cute for some reason.

"Are you so sure about that?" I joked sassily with a small chuckle, as she punched me in the shoulder that almost made me grunt in pain again, but I've grown immune from them because of how frequent she actually punch me in a daily basis.

And by a daily basis, I mean a minimum of 5 punches in either the shoulder, the gut, or in rare cases, in my Junior again per hour. It looks like she fancies my Junior, eh? Kidding. Luckily I didn't say that out loud, otherwise I'll get another punishment from her. That sounded kinky- never mind.

She huffed, turning her head somewhere away from my direction. Aw, she looks like a lost school girl finding her way home. Adorable.

Actually, me and Baby were walking towards the "Office Hall" (since she doesn't really want to get lost inside this school just yet even though she's been here yesterday), where we get the detention as our ass head teacher said a while ago.

And knowing that it's gonna be at Mr. Schdmit's office, it's gonna look like a snowstorm just hit that office. In other words, that place is really messy. Like really legit, its an effing nightmare.

"How many times have you been in detention before?" Now that wasn't a question that I'd expect to hear from her, but I guess she's just lighting up the mood since she probably doesn't want to embrace the silence around us. Or have us walk silently. Makes things less awkward, I guess.

"Hmm, maybe about a couple of times," I reply bluntly with a light shrug, while sliding my hands on the pockets of my jeans. She nodded her head slightly, still not looking in my direction. I decided to continue on what I actually mean before she assumes again.

I ran a hand through my brown hair before continuing. "Usually I'd just get involved in this and that, but there's nothing more to it," I chuckle a little, and to my surprise I heard her slightly chuckle as well. Aw, so the matchstick does have a heart after all. What a cutie.