Author's note: I plan to turn this story into rated M eventually. But that probably won't be until chapter 7-or 8.
Frankie walked into English class on Monday morning and sat in her usual spot in front of Chris.
Chris chuckled softly to himself as he stared at the back of her ponytail.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I'll have you know, I was a complete gentleman on Saturday."
"You still slept with her, pervert!" Frankie sneered as she turned around and frowned.
"Yes, but I was gentle." Chris stated.
"She's fifteen, you know!" Frankie said. She was livid.
"Yeah, we cleared that up in the getting to know you phase." Chris let out sarcastically.
"Oh, I didn't know you were a pedophile, little girls beware!" Frankie teased.
"Shut up, Francesca!" Chris snapped.
"Bite me, Chambers!" Frankie announced as she turned back around.
Mrs. Winterland walked into the classroom and set her materials on her desk. She was a young teacher with fresh views, but, always gave a pop quiz.
"How much do you want to bet she is going to give us a pop quiz?" Frankie asked quietly to Chris.
"Ten bucks says she forgets." Chris stated.
"Hello class, get out a piece of paper, and a pencil, we're having a pop quiz." Mrs. Winterland announced.
"Son of a Bitch!" Chris mumbled to himself as he pulled out a ten dollar bill.
"Pay up, Chambers." Frankie stated with her palm facing upwards.
"You're the devil, you know that, right?" Chris fumed as he handed her the money.
"Yep, but, who's ten bucks richer?" Frankie let out as she smirked at him.
Chris couldn't help but smile back.
English class seemed to drag on after their pop quiz. Frankie found herself bored to tears as she stared at the broad.
Chris amused himself by staring at the back of Frankie's head. Frankie and Melanie both had beautiful hair.
Frankie had naturally light caramel streaks throughout hers where Melanie's hair was plain brown. Frankie's hair looked much thicker and soft with a slight wave. Melanie's was straight as a broad and always smelled of hairspray.
Even though Frankie always had her hair in a ponytail, little pieces of hair would fall in her face. Frankie would constantly tuck the strands behind her ear.
Melanie never had a piece of hair out of place. On Saturday night she had to stop during sex to check in the mirror if her hair was ok.
Chris couldn't believe he was comparing his girlfriend with her sister. He shouldn't be having these thought. His girlfriend was beautiful.
"Wasn't she?" He thought.
Frankie walked out to school over to her car when Melanie ran over to her.
"Hey, Frankie, I 'm getting a ride home with Chris." Melanie announced.
"Ok!" Frankie said as she started to walk back to her car.
"Can you tell dad I went to Stacy's?" Melanie asked.
"No, I'm done covering for you!" Frankie let out as she rolled her eyes.
"Frankie, please!!!" Melanie begged.
"No, absolutely not!" Frankie stated fuming.
"Please, I'll do dishes every night, and serve you breakfast in bed." Melanie pleaded.
"Mel, why do you do this to me? Fine, but no more asking me." Frankie gave in.
"I promise, thank you."
"Mel, tell Chris, you know what never mind." Frankie had a million things she wanted to tell Chris but she couldn't tell her sister.
When Frankie got home she went straight up stairs to work on homework. She must have fell asleep because the next thing she knew she was being jostled awake.
"Francesca, wake up!" Her father announced.
"What's going on?" She said softly as she squinted to see who was waking her up.
"Where's your sister, Francesca?" Her dad asked sternly.
"Over at Stacy's to work on their science project." Frankie let out calmly.
"Well then why didn't she bring her science stuff with her?"
"I don't know maybe she forgot about it?" Frankie announced inwardly cursing Melanie.
"Well, she needs to learn a thing or two from you. Anyway I need you to do me a favor. You remember Carl Stevenson, my right hand man?" Her dad asked.
"Yes, daddy!"
"Well, his son Eric would like to take you on a date. I told him you would be delighted." Her father announced. Frankie knew her father wasn't asking her to go out with the biggest slime ball at her school he was demanding.
"Daddy!!!" Frankie whined.
"Now, Francesca, don't make me look stupid!"
"Fine, I'll go out with him. But, dad, Eric Stevenson is a pervert!"
"Francesca Sophia Covington, you watch your mouth, young lady!" Frankie shut her mouth and glared at her father. She knew not to mess with him and his Irish/Italian temper.
"You will go out with him! There will be no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Understand me, Francesca!" Her father demanded
"Yes, sir." Frankie stated softly. Her blood was boiling on the inside. The one other thing that she inherited from her dad besides her chocolate brown eyes was that temper.
Frankie was so mad when her father left her room she thought she could have spit and fire would come out.
Melanie bounded up the stairs an hour later and saw Frankie pacing back and forth wearing the carpet out.
"What's wrong, Frankie?"
"Oh, I'm pissed off!" Frankie stated
"Why?" Melanie asked
"You know, Eric Stevenson?" Frankie questioned back.
"Yeah, he's a sleaze bag." Melanie announced.
"Well guess who daddy set him up on a date with?" Frankie asked as she pointed to herself.
"Oh, shit… Ewww, Frankie you have got to get out of that one!" Melanie let out.
"Dad, called me by my full name and you know his temper, I inherited it!" Frankie announced.
"Frankie, if you value your virginity like I know you do. You will get out of that date." Melanie said as she sat down next to Frankie.
"Mel, what am I going to do?" Frankie asked with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, I'll tell you… Here's what will do…." Melanie started…
Author's Note: Cliffhanger, here is chapter two… Sorry about the wait!
