"Good session," Mr. Franklin smiled, patting Freddy on the back awkwardly. "You two are really starting to get along.
"Well, with my wit, charm, and good looks," Freddy smirked.
"Shut up, Jones," Summer giggled, smacking Freddy playfully in the stomach.
"Ouch!" Freddy squealed, melodramatically, clutching his stomach. "That hurt real bad!"
"Did it really?" Summer laughed. "Do I need to kiss it and make it better?"
"Are you offering to give me a kiss, Miss Hathaway?" Freddy asked, taking Summer's hand and cocking an eyebrow as seductively as he could.
"I'm offering to kiss your wound, Mr. Jones," Summer laughed, snatching her hand away. "I hate to burst your bubble, but I do the exact thing for my brother."
"Hello, hello, hello," a voice said from behind the pair, grabbing Summer's elbow, and yanking her around.
"What do you think you're doing?" Freddy defended, turning around to face none other than Summer's resident lover. "Oh good, it's just you. I thought it was someone incredibly creepy. Oh, shoot, you are incredibly creepy! Run, Summer, run!"
"Go away, Jones," Christopher said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh come on, Chris," Freddy said, nudging his classmate in the ribs. "I know you're only really dating Summer to get closer to me, but let me tell you: go for Billy."
"Go away, Freddy!" Summer said.
"Fine," Freddy said. "But Summer, if this creep begins to do something completely unacceptable for a good little boy like me to even mention, just remember:
If you need me call meNo matter where you are
No matter how far."
"Go away, Freddy," Summer and Christopher said in the same agitated tone.
"See you tomorrow, Tink," Freddy said, making sure to use the nickname that Christopher hated.
"How long have you been waiting?" Freddy heard Summer ask as he headed toward the buildings big glass doors.
"Not long," Christopher replied. "Just about an hour and a half."
It was official. Christopher was an incredibly creepy stalker, and someone had to break them up.
"Katie," Freddy said the next day, jogging to catch up with the lanky brunette, "I was thinking about your 'plan.'"
"So you'll do it?" Katie asked excitedly, throwing a sideways glance at Summer, who was talking to Christopher and some of the other basketball players.
"Well," Freddy said, following Katie's gaze to find Summer flipping her hair and the basketball players cracking up at some hilarious joke she had told. He felt a pang of jealousy soar through his body, and he wished, if only for a brief moment, that it was him talking with Summer, exchanging jokes. He quickly wiped the thought from his mind. "I don't know if I'm exactly the right person, but someone definitely does need to break them up. I mean Christopher waited an hour and a half for her yesterday while we had our 'therapy' session. I find that kind of stalker-like, don't you?"
"You're the perfect person, Freddy!" Katie smiled, patting Freddy on the back. "Not only are you charming and fabulously good-looking, but you've been spending tons of time with Summer."
"Are you trying to bribe me?" Freddy asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Is it working?" Katie grinned.
"A little bit," Freddy sighed.
"Two and a half seconds," Freddy said, as Summer slid into the desk next to his. "I am truly amazed."
"What are you talking about?" Summer asked, taking out a pencil.
"You are officially two and a half seconds late for class," Freddy said. "This day will go down in history. Let me alert the rest of the class." Giving Summer a cheeky grin, Freddy stood up in his chair and cleared his throat. "Attention, class," he said. "I'd like you all to know that our very own Summer Hathaway was two and a half seconds late for class. I'd like you all to…"
"Get down, Freddy," Summer hissed, her face flushing a bright red.
"I'm not quite finished yet," Freddy smiled. "I'd also like to ask…"
"Get down, Freddy," Summer said, a little louder.
"Make me, Summer."
"Get down, Freddy!"
"Oh, nice comeback!"
"Stop it! Get down!"
"Summer Hathaway has never done anything wrong in her life. Trust me, ever since I met her I've been trying to find a flaw."
"Stop it, Freddy!"
"But there is none. I can't find one. Until today. She was two and a half seconds late for class. I watched the clock, I counted."
"GET DOWN!"
"I'm thinking that this might have something to do with the fact that Summer has gotten herself a boyfriend. Can we say 'bad influence'?"
"STOP, STOP, STOP!"
"I think we can. Did I mention that he's incredibly creepy? He waited for her for an hour and a half. I've certainly never done that for any girl, much less, Summer."
"Shut up!"
"Freddy, Summer!" Mrs. Bates yelled, walking into the classroom. "I'm five minutes late for class and already you're yelling and standing on tables. Office, now!"
"I hate you," Summer said, walking into the hall. "I hate, hate, hate, hate you!"
"That's a quadruple hate! It burns!" Freddy said dryly, following her.
"I want you to know that you're the bad influence! I'd never been to the office until we started this awful project and now I'm there every Monday afternoon plus extra trips in the mornings!"
"I call it broadening your horizons." Freddy said, as the two turned into the office. "Just making our morning rounds," Freddy smiled at the secretary and opening Mr. Franklin's door.
"You two, again?" Mr. Franklin said exhaustedly, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "I thought you were getting along."
"Nope, still hate each other," Freddy said.
"Could you two go get me a mop?" Mr. Franklin asked.
"What?" Summer replied.
"A mop."
"Why?" Freddy questioned, eyeing the spotless office.
"Just go. Both of you."
Shrugging, the two headed toward the janitor's closet. Little did they know, someone was following close behind.
"I think it's time for Mr. Franklin to retire. He's gone a little crazy," Freddy said, opening the door to the janitor's closet and stepping in, closely followed by Summer.
"Where's the light?" Summer asked, feeling her way blindly around the closet. Suddenly, the door slammed and a key turned. "What was that?"
Freddy made his way to the door and tried to turn the knob. "It's locked."
Outside the door, Mr. Franklin leaned back, arms crossed across his chest. "For as long as it takes."
Just in case you didn't get that, Mr. Franklin locked them in there. Okay, and I have some sad news: the next chapter or the next will be the last. SORRY! But I have three other fics going on, so read those and review all of them…including this one…