Chapter 5: Lunch

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Beep… Beep… Beep…

The sound from her phone nudges her awake, the morning sun brightening the room.

Reaching towards the vibration on her bedside table she swipes off the noise, rubbing her eyes as she checks what time it is.

7:15

I guess I had such a good sleep to wake up a few minutes late.

She stretches up and makes her bed then headed straight to the bathroom. One quick shower and she's ready to start the day. Slipping on a clean set of her uniform.

She made toasts and a hot chocolate drink for her breakfast. Glancing at the morning news, as she prepares the lunches securely in her bag making sure it won't tilt and make a mess like the last time. Swiftly turning off the television and walking outside to her doorstep.

She locks the door, struts towards her bicycle, places her bag in the basket before she hoisted herself on the seat, she put on some tunes in her phone and popped in her earphones.

[Now playing: If I could ride a bike by Chevy] The screen writes as she rides a bike to school; the irony.

Humming along with the song, she cycles through the streets, cherry blossom trees paints the town pink with clusters of petals showered about. Her house was quite far from school, but she enjoyed the relaxation she feels when the wind caresses her face as she drove with ease.

She slightly hoped that she would stumble upon Sans on her way to school, but as she grows closer to the campus her wishes are unmet.
The chattering of students dulls the music, she parked near a bicycle rack and secured her ride with a lock. Tucking her skirt down, she put her earphones and phone neatly on the front ziper of her bag.

As she walks towards her building she hears faint high pitch screaming of girls.

"Kyah! You look so handsome today!" A student squeals with a whole hoard of girls trailing behind a boy.

"Thank you, but I always look handsome." The boy says with a smile of arrogance. He was met with more ear bleeding screams.

Frisk wasn't gonna lie, she's also curious, she thought why not take a slight peak on this arrogant jerk and check if he really is handso—

Indeed he is, pure chocolate colored hair that shines everytime he turns his head, drowning black eyes, light skin that compliments his bright clear smiles and the streaming praises just makes it seem that he is the most gorgeous being anyone had laid eyes on.

Frisk was undoubtedly also in awe, as much as she didn't like the guy's atitude he was very attractive.

The most sought out guy in the campus, whenever he's around you would always know with the crowds of student that would practically worship his name.

"Chara, I brought you chocolates."

"Chara, I wrote you a letter."

"Chara, hang out with us."

Chara here, Chara there, His name is just everywhere. How can such a mean person be popular? At the end of the day it's all because of his looks.

She shook off her thoughts and stepped away from the commotion, it isn't good to be overtaken by jealousy.

Reaching to her shoe locker at the building entrance, tapping the point of her shoe to take it off and wear the white indoor shoes. She places her black shoes inside the locker's bottom shelf and takes out notes she'll need for the first few subjects from the top compartment then shutting it close.

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