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Summary: You can feel someone's eyes on you. No one believes you until the messages start coming. They are obviously from someone who knows you well...a You/Freddy fic.
Helped by the Point Horror series.
BIG thanks to Haunted by tmrwspromise, also to Hardest Thing To Do, by Larien-Numenesse.
Now, on with the story!
You wake up in your room, as normal. You yawn, stretch, and check your clock. It's Monday, and the time is seven am. Wait a minute – seven am? You need to be at school in half an hour! As you're in high school, apparently at this school you can wear your own clothes.
You leap out of bed, and run over to your closet. You grab some clothes, then look at them. A mini skirt? A crop top? You growl, and crash into your sister's room.
"Lisha! You've taken my clothes again! What is it this time?!" Your blonde sister looks up in surprise from where she's been carefully applying her makeup.
"Chill, (You). It's not like I didn't give you something to wear instead."
"Lisha! I don't wear your clothes!"
"But your clothes suit me so well! Look!" She stands up and turns around, modeling your favorite outfit.
"Lisha! Give me it now!"
"No! The white leather mini skirt and hot pink crop top will look so much better on you! Besides, this is a tacky outfit, but the guy I'm meeting is a punk, so he'll like it." Right, you think. This is it. She can't get away with this anymore! I will go to school in my own clothes!
A few minutes later you set off to school, skipping breakfast so you'll have time to buy a new outfit to wear.
You get to Discovery, your favorite store, pretty quickly, and you pick out a black velvety top, with a v-neck and long sleeves, a black belt with red cobwebs on, and black jeans with red bits on. You wear the outfit out of the store, pausing to shove the skirt and crop top in a bin on the way.
When you get to Horace Green High, you realize you are fifteen minutes late, and that you are really hungry. You rummage through your bag, and find a Pop Tart. It's cold, not warm, but you eat it anyway. When you've had that, you're thirsty, so you get some Apple Tango out of your bag and start to drink that.
You sit down outside your homeroom, still sipping your drink. You don't really want to go in, so you try and make your drink last as long as possible. You've nearly finished it, when someone trips over you. You both land in a heap on the floor.
"Why, thank you." You say, bitterly. "Not only am I now covered with Apple Tango on my first day of school, I now have some random person on top of me. Just what I wanted(!)"
"Hey," says a voice, unmistakably male. "A lot of girls in this school would kill to have me on top of them."
"Yeah? Well, unluckily for you I'm not one of them. Now get off me!"
"Fine, fine. Just try not to mess up my hair, ok?" Wonderful, you think. The first guy I meet and he seems either gay, or vain. You laugh to yourself, and decide to say that out loud.
"Wonderful. The first guy I meet and he's either incredibly vain or gay."
"Whatever." comes the reply, and you stay sat down as whoever it was hurries towards the door, then stops. "Dude, aren't you coming?"
"Yeah, I guess so." You mumble, before taking the hand that's offered and pulling yourself up. Finally you get the chance to take a good look at this guy.
He's actually quite hot. He has blonde spiky hair, (aha, so that's why he didn't want it messed up!) chocolate brown eyes and a cute smile. You start to move towards the door, then nearly trip up again. You both look down to the floor.
"My drumsticks!" you both say at the same time, then stop and look at each other.
"Mine are the ones with the charred ends." You say, bending down and picking them up quickly.
"Charred ends?" He says, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
"Yes," you growl, not in the mood to have an argument today. "Charred ends. Now, are you going to move out of the way, or do I have to stand here all day?"
He quickly steps away from you, and you roughly push past him and enter homeroom.
You stand there for a while, unsure of what to do. The guy you met outside walks past you, and slips into his seat.
"Freddy Jones, late again I see." says the teacher. "And on the first day of school, too. I hope you aren't going to make this a habit." You hear someone snigger, and see a dark-haired boy, sat next to Freddy. He looks up at you for a minute, and then turns to Freddy, obviously asking him something. You shoot them both a dark look, and turn back to the teacher.
"Hi. I'm completely new here."
"Okay then, dear," smiles the teacher, an elderly woman. "Would you like to take the spare seat next to Alicia?"
A dark-skinned girl raises her hand, and you walk over to her. You drop your bag on the ground, and fall into your seat. Someone taps you on your back, and you turn around. Oh joy of joys, it's Freddy and his friend. You groan. Just my luck, I get to sit in front of them. Oh, brilliant. A few minutes later a note lands on your desk.
"Hey, Alicia." You say. "You know Freddy and that guy next to him, right?"
"Yeah, you mean Zack." She says. "What about him?"
"They've sent me a note. Wanna see?"
"Sure!" she says, and you open the note together.
Hey, what's your name? I'm Freddy Jones, and my friend is Zack. Wanna eat with us at lunch? We'd love to get to know you! Well, I think I should get to know the name of the girl that was on top of me earlier, don't you?
Alicia looks up at you in shock, and you sigh.
"I was outside and he tripped over me. That's all!" She smiles.
"Hey, don't worry. Only Freddy is such a stupid-ass that he could make something as dumb as falling over into embarrassment for the other person." You smile at her.
"So," she continues. "Are you going to reply to the damn note?"
"Yeah, I guess." You start to scribble a reply.
"You gonna say yes?"
"I might as well. I don't have anyone else to sit with."
"Sit with us! It'll do the Mighty Freddy good to be turned down for the first time in his life."
"Ok!" you say, still smiling. You decide you like Alicia, she seems quite sassy. A few minutes later the note arrives back on Freddy's desk. You hear them opening it, and you giggle quietly.
Hey, what's your name? I'm Freddy Jones, and my friend is Zack. Wanna eat with us at lunch? We'd love to get to know you! Well, I think I should get to know the name of the girl that was on top of me earlier, don't you?
I'm called (You) and I won't be eating with you at lunch.
You get a reply.
Why not? You can't get better company than me and my buddy Zack, here.
Hate to break it to you, Jones, but I already have.
Who?
It's none of your business, unless you want to become my stalker.
I can think of worse things to be. ;)
And I can think of better people than you to be one. Now, stop replying. I've got way better people to talk to than you.
Alicia stifles a laugh as you show her your reply.
"I'm impressed with you, girl!" she says. "You must be the first girl ever that Freddy's gone after but hasn't got. You're resisting the Jones charm. Are you sure you're human?"
"I'm sure I am," You say, smiling at her.
I know, I know, it's not too good right now! I'm just putting a few chapters in about how you meet, etc. before I start in on the real spooky stuff! oooo0000OOO000oooo flutters fingers in an attempt to scare people
SO read and review!