The bell rang and everybody entered in the classroom. When our history teacher, Mr. Vogoit was comming in I saw Frank and a guy that I never saw before entering in the class. The boy with Frank was really cute. A little bit weird, but cute. He has short straight brown hair and brown eyes, he was extremly thin, was with a white stripped shirt and a black all star. He looks like very insecure. But I had wanted to talk to him.
Me: Hey Frank. Who's your friend?
Frank: Oh, he is my neighbor and was from the other class, but he had some problems with a girl on that class, so he decided to change.
Me: Oh, how nice!... - the boy smiled for me and went to sit with Frank on the back of the classroom. Uhm, but what that girl done for him? Bullying maybe. He's kinda weird, maybe she mocked him.
Mr. Vogoit: Is everybody here?
Gigi: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WAIT!! - Gigi entered in the class running. - I'm so sorry for it, teacher. The traffic was TERRIBLE!!
Mr. Vogoit: No problems, Ms. - Gigi sighed with relief - Oh, I can see that Mr. Chance is now on this classroom. Welcome!
~ At the recess ~
We grabbed our snacks and we sat together at a table: Gigi, Frank, the new boy and I.
Gigi: Why are you so sad today, hon?
Me: I'm not sad... I'm just not so happy.
Frank: But what's wrong?
Me: Nothing, I just woke up kinda cheerless.
The new boy: Yeah? - I think he wanted to socialize with me.
Me: Seriously. - I can see that he was really interested about know what was happening with me, that was very nice of him. - Well... french fries?
Gigi: YEAAAH!! - Gigi reached out to pick the fries but Frank got it first. The new boy was just looking for the fries. He didn't picked it up.
Me: Don't you like french fries?
He: Yes, but I would like to eat something more sweet today.
Me: Oh... ok. But feel free to get anything that you want here, please. - I said while I was checking out my cellphone to see if Greyson had said something. But no. I was really desappointed.
He: Waiting some text?
Me: Yeah...
He: Me too. Well, I'm not actually waiting, I just can't answer the texts that my friends are sending to me.
Me: Why not?
He: I have no credit.
Me: Oh, how sad.
He: Yes. And I really would like to answer these texts...
Me: Would you like to use my cellphone for it?
He: No, thank you. I think that the person who will recive my texts will find it a little weird.
Me: Uhm... okay.
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Wrong Numbers
FanfictionFrank's mom have suffer an accident. Steph is worried and tries to text Frank on his new cellphone number. But because of the 2 last numbers of his phone wrongs, she start talking to other boy (Greyson Chance) by accident. Things progress from there.
