Foxy's POV
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Let's see my 1st hour is Math with Mr. Fitzgerald, room 202. Good that's right down the hallway.
Bang! Bang!
What was that.
"HELP! Someone get me outta here!" I hear a feminine voice call out.
I look around to hear the voice from the closet. I turned the knob to see it was locked. Luckily I had a paper clip and my family are locksmiths. I turn the knob and it clicks.
"Thanks" I hear the girl say to me.
" No problem , I'm Foxy." I reply.
" Chica"
" Do you know where Mr. Fitzgerald class is"
"Ya that's where I'm headed."
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A/N
Sorry for the wait of this chapter , I've been having writers block for a while and also THANK YOU FOR 121 READS!!!!!!!
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Our Story (FoxyxChica) *DISCOUNTINED*
Fanfiction(A/U foxy and Chica are human) I always liked Chica but I knew she only likes me as a friend. I mean almost all jocks liked her, her long blonde hair, bright brilliant eyes, her perfect body, and I wanted her.
