-Cynthia writes-
The next lesson Freddie had was Math. He really didn't like Math, and he sucked at it. Saturday Callan would tutor him, so why would he go now? Thinking of Callan, maybe I should visit him? That would be funny! Maybe I can stick around there for a while, don't think dad and daddy would appreciate it when I don't go to Math... Okay. Plan made. I'm going to visit Callan at his school, and then I'm just gonna stick around for a while. It's a great plan.
I had to freaking walk to that school, because I'm still too young to drive. I mean I'm an lazy ass when it comes to things like this. Normally my daddy would be bring me to anything, and if not then dad would do it. But now, yeah... I can't tell them I'm skipping school. Daddy is the headmaster of our school, so I can't just skip school and tell my parents... Oh, well. I could already see their school, so everything will be all right.
Oh, all those fresh faces. Hmm... Some looked pretty nice. There was this guys staring at me, so I just gave him a wink, he looked pretty shocked after that. That guy definitely is a closet gay. Oh, and there was a girl checking me out, so I just gave her a wink too, she looked like she would freaking faint. What the fuck is wrong the people in this school? Don't they know what flirting is or something? Oh well, I saw Nick standing by his locker talking with some blond girl. "Hey Nick!"
"Hey Freddie. That was your name right?" Nick asked. "Yeah, yeah. Do you know where Callan is? Oh, and hot girl you have there." The girl began to blush. "Callan is by his locker, I think. It's somewhere at the back, so you just have to follow the hallway." "Thanks."
"AAAHHH, CALLAN!" Callan looked the way he heard the screaming coming from. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Asked Callan in shock. "I'm just here to visit you!" Freddie told him, while he took Callan in an bear hug. "What are you doing? Let me go." Freddie didn't stop. "FREDDIE. LET ME GO THIS INSTANT." Freddie let him go, but began pouting. "Now tell me what the hell you're doing here." "Well I had Math, but it's boring as hell, and like I don't get it, so yeah. I thought you were going to tutor me this Saturday, so yeah. I thought it would be a waste of my time to go, and then I decided to come here. Well, yeah. My parents are going to murder me when they know, though..." Freddie explained. "I didn't ask for a whole rant, jeez." Callan rolled his eyes. "Well, don't pretend you don't like me." Freddie once again winked. "Ugh..."
"Callan, what are you going to now?" "I'm going to the cafeteria. Are you really that dumb?" Callan was really irritated. "Well then I'm going with you." Freddie was really excited. Everybody was looking at them like they both grown two heads. Freddie decides to use his charm, and make girls swoon and guys question their sexuality. While he was doing that he asked Callan, "Why is everybody staring at us like that? Is it that weird that you have a friend or something?" "What friend? Did I say we were friends already? Ugh, you're just like a stalker." "But you do like me, secretly~" Freddie sort of sang. "I know you do, la la la~" Freddie didn't know how to stop, Callan was getting more and more irritated by the minute. "Ugh, if I say we're friends would you stop singing stuff like that, and just act like a bit more like a normal teenager?" Freddie smirked, "Maybe, maybe not. It's up to you, if you are going to be a bit more normal too."
After they were finished eating, Freddie was as talkative as ever. "What do you have now? I mean, maybe I can come too!" Callan sighed, "I have Math now, don't think you want to come there, do you...?" "HELLL NO. Okay, well... Yeah then I will be going home then. I see you Saturday!" "Hmppph... Yeah yeah. See you Saturday..." The worst part for Callan was that he began to like this guy more and more as a friend. He didn't do friends, he didn't really have friends normally. It was weird. They aren't friends! No. Just no. Okay, maybe they were a little bit? He doesn't know... In the mean time, Freddie was making a whole storyline in his head for what to tell his parents. Maybe he is going to act like he is sick or something? Hmmm. Well, he is good liar. It will be all right, his parents adore him.