"Oh, shit, I had to bring Charlie back his math. He's got a test coming up tomorrow. See you, babe!" Lauren kissed Freya all over her face and then left. The blonde girl grinned and set her skateboard on the floor. Skating inside the building was highly prohibited, but they couldn't really give her detention when school was over. When she reached the door, she picked up the thing and held it under her arm.
Freya could see his blond hair when she walked down the stairs of the school. She could also hear Marion and her cheerleader-friends giggle and saw them toss their hair around as they went to stand on a spot where they had a better view, wondering who the tall, muscular guy was that was leaning against the stone wall opposite of the school entrance.
"Who could ever be lucky enough to know such a hot guy?"
"You think he's waiting for someone of this school?"
"Oh my God, Harper, you're totally not pretty enough for him!" Harper gasped at that.
"You absolute slut, Marion!" she yelled loudly. A couple of people looked up at her loud voice. "Everybody knows you dye your hair blonde!" And with that, Harper stomped away. Marion huffed, but then laughed coquettely. Freya thought back to the time she had been a cheerleader. She quit for obvious reasons.
"Do you think he'd ever notice us?"
"He totally lifts." The three girls sighed and tilted their heads.
"I'd do anything to see those gorgeous blue eyes watch me!"
"They're hazel, actually. He's also about sixty-five years old. I didn't think you'd fall for grandpas, Marion!" The three girls snapped their heads at Freya at the exact same time. The latter raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Impressive. The three dancing princesses have finally learned to move in sync," she commented, hoisting up her skateboard under her arm since it started falling down again.
"Fuck off, Ackerman. You're just jealous because you know he'll never notice you." She looked up and down the girl with a look on distaste on her face. "Especially not in those clothes." But Freya just rolled her eyes and said: "Sure, Jan."
She waited until a car had passed and then crossed to road to figure out whatever the Hell Fox was doing at her school. They had had a fight the day before, like they usually had - being brother and sister and all. He had never come and pick her up from school before, though, but she kissed him on the cheek anyway, just to give herself the satisfaction of hearing Marion's gang gasp loudly in shock.
Before she could even ask him, he had already started talking.
"I have made spaghetti and I have no one to eat it," he exclaimed.
"Well, what if I have homework?" She put down her skateboard and set off. Fox walked with her, a frown on his face.
"It's the second day of school." Freya tilted her head, a thoughtful frown on her face.
"You have a point right there, bro... I wanna go drive, though." She couldn't help but snigger at the little rhyme she just made and started slowing down when she saw his car around the corner.
"Fine," he sighed.
"Also, your spaghetti sucks, so let's just go get takeout."
He had come to pick her up from school more often after that day, with the most ridiculous excuses. She had amost crashed his car one time, too. Freya felt like crying, but she blinked when she felt her phone buzz in her hands. It wasn't Fox, however, but Zach's text made her feel only worse. She was being eaten by guilt of what she had said - and she had just left. Some part of her was angry, though, and was very much convinced that Zach had no right to scold her like that. She tried to call him, but she got to voicemail right away. Then, her thumb hovered over the speed dial that would ring Fox, but she snapped back from her daze when she heard that conceited, cold voice. It made the hairs in her neck stand on end, but her reflexes and instincts made her attack right away.
"You fucking asshole!" she yelled right when she had turned around. Freya was lucky there weren't a lot of people around at this place - the only couple who was, was sticking their tongues down each other's throat and didn't even look up when Freya flew at Thorne's face and broke his noce. She felt so worked up that she didn't even bother to take out a weapon, which was usually what she did right away. But when the feeling of his nose breaking onder her fist - even though a sharp pain shot through her wrist - relieved her balled up anger a little bit. Her eyes shot full of tears as she clenched her hand around her wrist and she cursed under her breath in frustration, blinking her eyes to get rid of the tears. If there was one thing she didn't want right now, it was crying in front of Thorne. But she just knew that when she'd say another word, floodgates would open right away. She clenched her jaw.
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