𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ᵐᵃʸˡᵒʳ

♛ .𝟐𝟒. ♛

[Brian's P.O.V]

The days of the week flew by when I finally realised that today was Thursday.

I haven't done anything to ask Roger out to homecoming.

I wanted to do a poster, but I didn't have any photos of us together. I wanted to take him out on a "date" sort of thing, but it was too late.

But, luckily, I have one more idea in mind.

I hope it'll work.

❝so...❞ Freddie began to spark up a conversation. ❝what, Fred?❞ I lazily trailed my eyes towards him. ❝have you found a way to ask Roger out?❞

❝same to you, have you found out a way to ask whoever you're taking out?❞ I hissed. ❝don't be nasty to me because you haven't thought of something.❞ He rolled his eyes. ❝-in fact, yes, I did think of a way to-. Actually, why am I answering the question I asked you?❞

❝I don't know, why did you?❞ I lifted a brow. Freddie glared at me, then squinted his eyes, ❝...you don't have a plan, do you?❞

❝I do!❞ I confessed. ❝yeah sure...❞ He glanced around the congested hallway, ❝it probably sucks.❞ he smirked.

I flicked my forefinger on the back of his head. ❝ow! Bloody hell Brian! I was just joking!❞ He rubbed the stinging spot on his head.

❝good.❞ I smiled. ❝good? What the-. Oh! Did you hear about Chrissie?❞ Freddie's eyes lit up on the word 'Chrissie'.

My smile dropped, ❝what about her?❞

❝she's dating—or was dating—that dickhead Paul Prenter, and he called her a 'one-night stand'.❞ He told, trying to hold in his laugh.

I wasn't surprised.

❝-and? What else happened?❞

❝he started a rumour that she fucked one of the male teachers after school—on a school night.❞ Freddie bursted out laughing, ❝it sounds so realistic because it seems like she would do such a thing.❞

❝that's funny because she hasn't been at school for quite sometime.❞ I folded my arms across my chest, smirking. ❝yeah, she's been absent for a whole week.❞

❝Freddie-!❞ John screamed, causing the older student to jump. Freddie put a hand over his chest, ❝what?❞

❝I need my textbook back.❞ John grinned.