¤ Freddy's POV ¤
"Alright guys, be sure to submit your project by next week! I'll see you all tomorrow. Class dismissed," Mrs. Flowers announced, while me and Bonnie got up from our seats as we walked out of the classroom casually, without even acknowledging the teacher who is constantly bombarded by questions from other students about the project.
This is why I hate Arts. You just draw, so what? No offense though, just not my thing.
"How do you even survive Arts class if you have 4 classes in it per week? And even with an upcoming project?" I asked Bonnie while bumping him slightly on his shoulder, while he replied with a small chuckle. "Mangle and I made a deal that if she does our Arts project, then I'll do her Math home works. It's an absolute win!"
"Jealous. Wish I had a partner like you, unlike that Jackson guy I'm paired with. He does nothing but sleep!" I ranted with my arms flailing in the air, while Bonnie laughed at me while shaking his head. "Seriously, how does he even pass all his subjects?"
"Well, money can make you have everything," Bonnie shrugged, as we both enter as we both enter the restrooms so that we can change into our PE uniforms. After we did, we made our way to the Gym for PE class. Other than Robotics, this is a subject that I have no struggle passing. Don't ask why; Fazbears have their own magic.
When we entered the Gym, people were sitting on the bleachers, with no signs of Coach anywhere. That's odd. Me and Bonnie exchanged looks, before walking towards the bleachers, specifically near the baseline since that's where our friends at. Except of course for the matchstick. And where the hell is Ennard?
"Yo guys, where's Coach at?" Bonnie spoke up, as he sat down beside his girlfriend while I sat awkwardly behind them, just near Kellen and a dreaded redhead that is actually a human. As if on cue, that human looked towards me, then to Bonnie before rolling her eyes. "He's with Ennard at the Supplies Room."
"What would they be doing in the Supplies Room?" I asked, absentmindedly looking at her with a confused face.
"Have sex," She replied boldly with a scoff, without even caring how many people eyed her after that comment. Including Kellen. That's a first. So this girl really has attitude eh? Or is it because of her so-called 'mood swings'? "Dickhead, they went there to get the ball carts idiot."
"But why would they get the ball carts?" I could've sworn Coach said that he'll do a lesson today instead of a practical test. Just as Baby would open her mouth to explain her shit, Coach and Ennard entered the Gym while pushing the ball carts. And they looked sweaty, oh God that girl made me think dirty. Wait, that didn't sound right-
"Sorry guys to keep y'all waiting, but apparently the Supplies Room has been moved at the back part of our Canteen due to some mishaps," he paused, instructing Ennard to place the ball carts somewhere near the center of the Gym.
"But today will be your lucky free time, since I moved our lesson tomorrow," He announced as the whole class cheered. I rolled my eyes while shaking my head. This is going to be so boring.
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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...