Almost like you. Frank Morrison x reader (dbd)

Chapter 12

Frank's POV

"Wake up you lazy bastard!" I hear Clive yell at me. His voice was little muffled so he didn't come in my room. I sit up and look around the room with a sigh. "Fuck..." I whisper and flop back on the bed. Maybe I should just skip today and sleep the whole day? "Frank!" I hear Clive yell at me but this time he starts banging on the door. "I'm awake!" I yell back at him which makes him stop. "Then get your ass out of there or you're going to be late and make me look bad!"

I get up with a huff and put some clothes on. I needed to freshen up before I get out to school. I was already pissed because of the rude awakening and the fact that I had to go to the principal because of my behavior. Thankfully (Y/n) was going to be there but that Clive had to come with me pissed me off. I could go there without him too but that asshole of a principal needed to call him too. I look in the mirror after brushing my teeth and hair. I looked tired.

"Frank! Get your ass over here or else I'm going to drag you here!" I hear Clive yell and with a huff I exit my bedroom. He was waiting at the front door. He had this angry look in his eyes. "Finally, took you long enough." He says as I walk past him. I walk towards his car as I hear him huff and puff behind me. "I can't believe that I have to go too. Can't you behave even one fucking day or is that too much to ask?" He says which makes me roll my eyes. "No." I answer to him and sit down on the front seat. He seems to be even more pissed than before but I didn't care.

He walks over to the driver's seat and sits down with a huff. "You're going to make me look bad." He says but I shake my head. "You do that to yourself." He almost growls at me. What a joke. "Luckily for you, I can still fix this. But next time you get in trouble, you are on your own." I just roll my eyes. Next time there won't be anyone that will tell anything to anyone. What a boring conversation it will be.

I get out of the car once we reach the school. I had a lesson before going to that meeting but I was going to skip it so I can hang out with Julie, Joey and Susie. "And remember! Dont be late or you are going to regret it." Clive yells after me but I just ignore him. There were too many people here. I hated it. All the stares and glares but what caught my eyes, was (Y/n). She seems to be lost in her thoughts. I walk over to her before anything could happen to her and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay Ms. (L/n)?" She looks at me without saying anything. Was something going on? "Y-yeah, I'm okay." She says with a little forced smile as I let go of her. "Good, you seemed to be little lost there." She giggles little at my words and I feel little proud that I made her smile. "Well I got something to think about. I'll see you later." She says as she walks away from me. I look after her but I was even more confused. What the hell?

Did I do something wrong? Was she angry at me? But I didn't know what I did. I turn my head away when she goes into her office. "Shit..." I whisper and turn back to find those three. I was getting angry because I don't know if she was angry at me. What if I fucked up something with her? I was going to see her at that talk and in our appointment. What if I should just apologize even if I didn't know what I did. I didn't want her to be angry at me.

I turn to the other hallway and already see that Joey was bitching about something. It was probably about school. Julie and Susie were listening to him silently but when they saw me they pointed me to him. Joey turned to look at me and gives me a shit eating grin. "Frank! How are you?" He yells at me loudly which makes some of the other students turn towards him and me. "Shut up, it's too early." I say to him which makes his jaw drop open. "What? Not a morning person?" He says to me but I only give him the middle finger.

"Frank, Joey. Shut up already." I hear that old hag of our English teacher Mrs. Mitchell say. She is always so happy to see us! She also hates (Y/n) with burning passion. She always sends her hateful glares if they cross paths. I guess she was her teacher when she was younger. Mrs. Mitchell always talks about some students from a couple of years ago who were even worse than us. She sends us a hateful glare as she walks off. "What a bitch." Julie says as I sit next to her and lean on the wall.