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

Chapter 28: Second

¤ CB's POV ¤

"That's all for today! Class dismissed," Mr. Fritzgerald announced to the class, as everyone started to exit the room. I made my way towards Mr. Fritzgerald, holding a folder on my arms.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fritz," I greeted, handing over the folder to him.

"Is this your form for the club?" Mr. Fritz asked, as I nodded my head with a small smile. "I'm aiming for heavy duties for the school, so might as well start here."

"Ah, I see where you're going with this," Mr. Fritz said, opening the folder and skimming through the papers I have prepared. "You seem to be very consistent, Ms. Afton."

"Trying to practice early," I said with a shy chuckle, as he raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "For what? Your course?"

"Hopefully," I trailed off, as he closed the folder and placed it on top of his table.

"Well, I must say you'll have to work your way through the political system here Ms. Afton. You're going to be head to head with veteran students that has been chasing down the very thing you want to achieve for years, since you're a transferee."

"I think I'd manage, Mr. Fritz." Yeah, didn't you know how much of a challenge running for a position in school? Mom wants it for me, as well as Dad, so hopefully that helps.

"Don't expect that being the daughter of a teacher would pull your chances higher." Well, not that I didn't want to point it out, but that stung a little bit.

"I don't think that would even be necessary sir."

"Make sure it isn't."

And with that, I nodded my head obediently to him before heading to my seat, fixing my things. One of the things I hate is when my parents decide what's best for me and what's not. This whole "running for president" thing was their idea.

I exited the classroom silently, giving me a glimpse of Mr. Fritzgerald validating my folder.

I walked towards the exit of the MA Hall, hopefully getting this shit out of my system with my friends. Honestly, I need a-

"He didn't give you a hard time, did he?" A voice had asked beside me, and when I looked to the side, Freddy was walking beside me with his hands inside the pockets of his varsity jacket.

I raised an eyebrow. "Were you stalking me?" I asked with a small smirk, as he whipped his head towards me with wide eyes. It's not that obvious, but I think I caught him off guard.

"I wasn't," he tried, but the faint flush on his cheeks made me smile a bit. Looks like Mr. Popular Basketball Guy isn't so tough after all. Aww, now he looks adorable.

But his first question piqued my interest though. "He did though, but only for a little bit," I admitted.