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Chapter 34: The Honeymoon Stage

I walk to my locker and try to get it open quickly. I hate where it's located...right in between two VERY loud idiots who always wear way too much cologne. But, I never have any luck because my locker hates me and Drew always has to come help me, but he's never able to help me until AFTER the idiots decide to suffocate me with their large frames and overpowering smells…. I think Drew likes to make me suffer sometimes.

I get my locker open for once, "YES!" I'm not ashamed to do a happy dance because I got to school early today and am the only one in the hallway, so I break out in what must've looked like the most...interesting..dance ever when I hear someone chuckle and then clear their throat. I blush bright red, 'I'm sorry," and turn to face the my audience and see my boyfriend, "err...Hi baby?"

He smiles flashing me his pearly whites, "good morning." He pulls me in and kisses me passionately in a way that only he can, "that was quite interesting."

I blush more. I must look like God damn fire truck by now, "hey, that locker is fucking stubborn."

He laughs again, making me blush more, "aww, my poor baby."

Growling playfully, I smack him, "shut up, Frankie."

Frankie holds his arm in "pain" and looks at me in disbelief, "that wasn't really nice... I think I need to get you back."

Gasping in mock horror, "no! Don't you dare," I back up slowly.

"Oh...I dare," as he advances towards me with a playful smirk.

"No! Francis Alfonso Alessi!," I giggle as I prepare to run, knowing that Frankie will be merciless if he catches me.

He stalks towards me and I turn and run from him and he sprints after me. I weave past garbage cans on wheels left over from the janitors trying to clean the school before classes start as Frankie just pushes them away and finally catches me, wrapping his arms around my waist, "gotcha," he whispers in my ear.

I squirm to get free, "let me gooooo," I whine.

He pretends to think "hmmm...NOPE!" and begins to tickle my ribs and I burst into a fit of giggles.

"Stoooppp," I beg through my laughter.

He doesn't. He continues his torture on my ribs enjoying one of my weaknesses.

This is how it is with Frankie and how it has been since we started dating in October..right before Homecoming week.

*Flash Back*

Jacey and I walk from the gym out to the parking lot after a very tiring practice, sipping greedily at my water.

"Damn girl," Jacey laughs.

I swallow my water and laugh too and am a little hoarse from screaming over to music to make sure our routine was polished and ready to go for the pep rally and big game on Friday, "hey, I didn't get water breaks, Ms. Tiler was on my ass about getting our shit together."

Jacey laughs a little again, "hey, not my fault you got captain and you are in charge of all of us."

"I know, I'm just saying don't judge me," I tease.

"Bitch, I know you, I don't NEED to judge you, I know how you do," Jacey shoots back.

"Well then!" I giggle

"Faith!" A mystery voice calls my voice calling my name from behind.

I turn and see Frankie, the captain and quarterback of the football team calling my name. What's he want to do with me? I'm not the type of girl he usually goes for; he usually goes for the tall, skinny, and gorgeous girls at school. I guess there's only one way to find out, "yeah?"

He jogs over, "hey, I was wondering, what's the theme for tomorrow's spirit day?"

I get this question a lot considering cheerleaders pick the themes, but, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to Frankie and crushed that he wasn't asking me out...It's been almost a year since Randy and I broke up and all the drama happened and I'm ready to move on, "oh, it's team tuesday, so wear your favorite sports team's jersey or gear."

He smiles, "ah, I gotcha. Thanks."

I smile back, hoping my blush stays away, "No problem."

He's still smiling

God, could this boy BE anymore irresistible?

"Listen...I was wondering...do you have a date to Saturday's dance?'

And there's my blush, "erm, no, no, I don't."

His smile widens, "oh, I see...I was wondering...would you be my date?"

The words pretty much fly out of my mouth, "yes, I'd love to!"

Frankie chuckles, "good stuff then. Eh, can I get your number?"

"Sure," tell him my number and he tells me his.

"Awesome, I can't wait. Listen, I was also wondering...will you wear my jersey on Friday during the day?"

I blink completely stunned.

WHAT?!

Girls only wear a football player's jersey if they are DATING! I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd fucking love to date Frankie, he's cute and funny and really good friends with Zacky and Drew so it's not like it'd be too awkward, but we are not at that stage yet! Fucking hell, since when did this stuff go by so quickly? Damn!

Before I even have a chance to really think it over Jacey blurts out, "she'd love to!"

I could fucking kill her.

"Um, well, I'm glad you approve," Frankie rubs the back of his neck kind of embarrassed, "how do you feel Faith?"

I decide to take a chance…

And beat the crap out of Jacey later.

` "Sure."

"Awesome. How about I give it to you at the pasta dinner on Thursday?"

I smile and nod, "Sure, sounds good."

"Cool, see you around," Frankie smiles and takes his leave.

I wait until he's a good distance before smacking Jacey's arm.

"OW!" She yelps, "what the fuck?!'

"What the fuck was that shit?" I hiss.

She just giggles, "hey, I saved your ass. You were just fucking standing there."

I'm not amused, "fuck you. That was not saving me!"

"You sooo like him!"

I facepalm, "SO?!"

She giggles again, "you'll thank me later."

"I fucking doubt it!"

TUESDAY:

I proudly walked down the hallway wearing my New York Giants jersey… that I just bought the night before. I mean, I'm not much of a fan of football, but since I love New York, I decided to buy one of the jerseys to support my team. My nono would be proud; he and I used to watch the games whenever they were on and drive my nana nuts screaming at the tv as she was cooking in the kitchen.

"Hey Faith!"

I turn around and Frankie's there and he's wearing a Giants jersey too!..Actually, we're wearing the same player too. What are the odds?

"Hey," I smile.

"Nice jersey," he smiles back.

"Thanks," I blush, "you too."

"Looks better on you," he looks me up and down and whistles a little.

Correction. NOW I'm blushing, "um, thank you."

He smiles, "you're welcome."

WEDNESDAY:

Today it's Whimsical Wednesday and I decided to dress like the Alice from Tim Burton's version of the Disney classic. Specifically the red dress she wears when she meets the Queen of Hearts. I go down to the cafeteria to go get some lunch when someone taps me on the shoulder.

I turn around and sure enough, it's Frankie dressed as Winnie the Pooh… fuck he's adorable, "hey, Frankie. Digging the costume!"

He smiles, "hey. Thanks! I like your's too. You headed to lunch?'

I smile back, "yeah, you?"

"Yeah, can I walk you?" He seems shy, a red tint heating up his cheek.

I too feel the familiar heat, "sure, if you want."

"Cool," he smiles. "So, eh, you're still going to the pasta dinner tomorrow, right?"

I smile, "wouldn't miss it. You?"

"Same."

We walk the rest of the way to the lunch room in an awkward silence and then part with a quick goodbye. Well, I guess Rome wasn't built in a day and all that.

THURSDAY

Throwback Thursday has my hair crimped in little waves, my jeans high waisted and acid washed, with a plain black Nirvana t-shirt on, with a red plaid long sleeve t-shirt tied around my waist, and combat boots. My grandma got some good laughs this morning when I came downstairs. Although when she saw Sean's 70's get up complete with afro wig, my outfit didn't seem so stupid.

I study in the library for my study hall when Frankie sits across from me at the table, "hey."

"Hiya," I smile, "what's up?"

"Nothing. I like your outfit. 90's?"

I nod, "ah yup...and you are," I look him over. He wears an old fashion leather jacket, jeans, a white t-shirt, and his hair greased up, "the 60's."

"Impressive."

"Thanks. You ready for the game tomorrow?"

"I am. How about you?"

"Yeah, a little nervous about falling," I admit shyly.

"Don't worry about it, you'll be fine," he smiles.

"Eh, if you say so," I blush as the bell rings, "I'll see you tonight, right?"

"You will," he smiles.

When I get home after practice I immediately hop in a shower to get what's left of the crimped style out of my hair and the sweat off my body. I get out and immediately get to work. I blow dry my hair and curl it so it lays in soft ringlets around my shoulders and braid my bangs so they are off my face. I then apply a little bit of brown eyeshadow with a light pink lipstick and matching lip gloss. I walk into my bedroom and look for my closet for a dress to wear.

After trying about five dresses on, I pick a tan colored mid-thigh dress with glitter embellishments on the neckline leading up to the one fluttering sleeve, and pair it with magenta Mary Jane pumps with two straps securing my foot. I looked pretty hot.

Once I got to the pasta dinner, Frankie handed me his jersey. It was plain electric blue with his number, 84, in white, "I washed it for you," he teased.

I giggled, "I hoped you did."

"You look...wow," he whistled.

I drank him in. He wore black slacks with a black button down shirt, and an electric blue tie and smiled as I blushed deep crimson, 'you look pretty wow yourself."

He laughed, "I try. Hey, what color is your homecoming dress? I want us to match."

I was shocked. I didn't totally didn't expect him to want to do that, "oh, it's just plain black."

"Oh..I guess I'll wear this shirt and these pants and a white tie."

"I hope you plan on doing laundry again," I tease. I was really liking my time with Frankie. He was a lot of fun to hang out with and it was so easy to talk to him. I loved how he made me feel so comfortable in my own skin.

He laughs, "maybe if you're lucky."

SATURDAY:

Last night was great. We won the game, I didn't fall, and I was called out to be part of the homecoming court with Zacky and Sean was nominated as well. I was surprised when Frankie wasn't nominated too, he's more popular than I am. But, I guess not many people voted for him. Unfortunately Lacey was nominated too. She wasn't happy when Zacky and I won Homecoming King and Queen. Sucks for her.

My black dress was just as short as my one from Thursday night but was skin tight showing off the figure I've been working so hard for. My dress had jewels all over it and all over the nude sleeves that were on the dress. My electric blue pumps looked so sexy with the dress. My make up was the same as the other night because I wanted to show off my hot legs that have been built up by working out countless hours for MMA. I had my hair up in an high elegant ponytail to keep it off my face and take the black slash that said Homecoming Queen in electric blue glitter downstairs with me.

Sean and I pose for pictures together with all our friends and Frankie arrives. He wears grey dress pants, a black dress shirt, and the same tie from the other night and my grandmother demands we get more pictures, I blush from embarrassment, smiling sheepishly at Frankie. He just smiles back as his way of saying he understands.

Once my grandmother is done assaulting all of us with her camera, having us all pose on the stairs, in front of the door, and then outside in the backyard that she has all lit up with outdoor lights; Frankie kisses me on the cheek and spins me around, "you look absolutely stunning.'

I blush, yet again, "why thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

He smiles, "thank you… You ready to head out?"

"Sure, let me just grab my bag."

I head over to the couch and pick up my couch and my sash. I put the satin ribbon over my chest which causes my grandmother to remember that Zacky, Sean, and I are all nominated and makes us all take pictures again.

"Mom, c'mon, no more. Pleaassseee! Dad, do something here!" Sean begs.

"Alright, Carol, that's enough," grandpa says putting his hand on her arm.

"Fine, you all run a long now," grandma says.

I slip on a warm shrug I have and walk over to Frankie, "alright, I think we're good."

Frankie teases, "you sure you're grandmother doesn't want to take anymore pictures?"

I laugh, "Not really. I'm never sure if she's done."

It's his turn to laugh, "well, then, we should probably get going."

"Good plan."

Frankie and I ride together to the school in his grey pick up, but since he has a lift kit helps me out by holding my hand and helping me step down and we walk arm in arm inside the gymnasium and take pictures in front of a backdrop and head to the punch table and Frankie pours me a drink.

"Thank you!" I shout over the club music and take a sip.

"You're welcome," he smiles and shouts back, "want to dance?"

"Sure!" I shout back.

And we danced the entire night with my friends and some of his friends from the football team. Towards the middle of the dance they had everyone in the homecoming court line up and come in and have Zacky and I share a dance in the middle of the floor to David Cook's time of my life.

"So you and Frankie huh?" Zacky says over the music.

"Yeah, I guess so," I shrug a little.

"You guess? Don't you like him?"

"Yeah, I do. I don't know, Zack… I'm still hurting."

"Aw baby girl," Zacky gives me a hug as we sway back and forth, "I know Randy hurt you bad, I do. But you gotta move on sometime."

"Yeah, you're right I guess," I hug back, "he was my first love you know?"

"I know baby, I know, but you need to move on for you and you alone."

"Yeah, you're right," I admit agaIn. And Zacky was right, it's been a while since Randy left and I need to move on. God knows Randy probably has.

"Of course I am," Zacky teases and gives me a little dip.

"Dork," I roll my eyes as we finish our dance.

Later that night Frankie takes me home and walks me to the door, "I had a good time."

I smile, "I did too."

"I'm glad..I really like you Faith," Frankie rubs the back of his neck.

I blush bright red, "Well, good to know.. because I really like you too."

Frankie smiles, "good, I'm glad. I'd like to take you out sometime."

*PRESENT DAY*

Clearly he did. Frankie and I went on dates for about two months before he asked me to be his girlfriend and at that point I completely forgot about Randy.

"So you know that dance on Friday?" Frankie asks when he finishes his torture.

"Yes, I do…Why?" Even though I know of know where he's going.

"Well, it's our four month anniversary on the day of the Valentine's Day dance and I was wondering if you'd like to go to dinner and then the dance?"

I smile, "I'd love to."

Frankie smiles, "Good, I'm glad," he leans down and kisses me just as the first bell rings, "we're still on for studying tonight though, right?"

"Yes, we are," I smile.

"Good, see ya at six, babe," he gives me one more kiss and heads to his class.

At about five-thirty I make sure I have all my studying materials together and get some snacks and drinks from the kitchen to make sure we have everything. The doorbell rings and I head over and see Frankie standing there with a bag of snacks of his own and his backpack on his shoulder, "hope you don't mind I'm a little early."

I smile and let him in, "I never mind," I lean up and give him a kiss before taking him to my room and shutting the door, knowing that my grandparents trust me, "So same deal as always? You answer a question right, you get a kiss?"

Frankie smiles, "yes, I love this game."p;

"Good, because I do too," and kiss him, "there's your freebie."

We study for about an hour or two before both of us know the answers down and we decide to watch Nightmare on Elm Street 3 and cuddle. About ten minutes in Frankie kisses me and I kiss back. He takes this as a green light and kisses more passionately, pulling me on top of him which was normal for us and keeps kissing me and pulls off my shirt and then his, which again, is kind of normal with us so I'm kind of used to it. I run my hands up and down his his muscular arms as he begins to play with my boob over my bra. I moan a little and kiss his neck slightly, gaining some moans from him and he goes a little farther taking off both our pants and starts to create a little friction between us, making us both moan a little louder. Frankie keeps the friction going for a little while before slipping his hand in the waistband of my underwear and I freeze.

He stops immediately, "what's the matter, baby?"

"I…I can't go any farther baby, I'm sorry," I get nervous.

He looks worried, "yeah, baby, no problem," and gets off, putting his shirt on and putting his pants on and handing me my yoga pants and t-shirt, "we'll just finish the movie, okay?"

I nod, "thank you," and put on my clothes and we finish the movie and he heads home.

How did I get so lucky to get a man like him?

Frankie's Point of View

I leave Faith's house and head to my dad's club to talk to Lace. I can't do it anymore. I can't rape Faith. She's beautiful and smart and sweet. I really mean it when I say things like I love her and looking into Faith's eyes when she froze, I know she didn't lie when she said she was raped. She looked really scared.

Lacey is waiting for me in a private room just like I asked her too, "hey baby," she purrs in a lace red thong with matching garter belt and bra and sheer stockings with Loubiton heels I bought her for her birthday, "ready for a dance? We got to celebrate you finally giving that little hoe something to rape about."

"We have nothing to celebrate because I'm not doing it," I decide to just rip the band-aid off.

She glares, "what?'

"You heard me. I'm not raping that poor girl Lacey. She's not lying."

"Bullshit! She so is lying! You don't know her, Frankie! She's an attention whore!"

"And you know her?"

"Better than you do."

"Oh really now?"

"Really! Frankie she really is an attention whore. You have to believe me…"

"I don't know Lace.." I start to wonder who's telling the truth and who isn't.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"Well, no.."

"So why don't you believe me?" And then it clicks, "you love her!"

"And if I do?"

"You're a damn fool, Frank. She fucking lies to you. Frankie, I promise you that she was with Zacky the weekend she claimed to be kidnapped. I SAW her…she was there. She was really there."

"Bullshit," I know Faith, she'd never lie. Not to me.

"Fine. I'll find someone else."

"No, you won't. I'll call the cops right now."

Lacey laughs, "and I'll turn you in for that drug running you do all the time. You're not so innocent, Frank."

She got me there. I don't know what to do… I can't tell Faith, she'll want to know how I know. I can't tell the police, I'll get arrested. Fuck, I'm stuck here. I'll have to find a way to protect Faith.