Frank the Sass Master

295 8 8
                                    

"Hey Frank," I said, walking to his side the next day.
"Hey you nerd," he replied.
I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket.
"What's this?" he asked me, taking the paper from my hands.
"It's a song I wrote," I responded.
Frank looked at it. He murmured the lyrics.

They're gonna clean up
Your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you

"Ah yes," he whispered turning towards me, "My boyfriend is a true musical genius."
He giggled a little bit.
"Ugh," a girl said, looking our way.
"Excuse me," I said sassily, "Is there something wrong?"
"Out of all of these cute girls, Frank chooses YOU. A boy."
Frank glared at her.
"Maybe I chose him because he isn't a bitch like you," he snapped.
I stared in shock. And I thought I was sassy.
"EXCUSE ME?!" the girl answered angrily.
"That's right. Now leave Gerard and I alone, thank you very much."

The girl ran away. I looked over at Frank, my eyes wide. "Jesus Christ."

"Well, you threatened to rip that dudes vocal chords out, so..."

How My Life ChangedWhere stories live. Discover now