Franc left the school that day ready for his friends' mocks and jeers. He didn't have them in any of his classes after the fateful English class, mostly because he was in AP classes and his friends just simply didn't care. To be honest neither did he, but his parents insisted that if he was going to put something in his schedule as ridiculous to them as an art class then he would also take a few classes that were, as they said, "On the level that we expect from a Bar."
Ugh. Stupid perfect brother.
Luckily, though, he had a couple friends who had to walk home in the same direction as him. He could hear them behind him hustling to catch up. When they finally caught up with him, they didn't waste any time.
"Well creep, you have sweet stalker dreams?" Maybe friend was too strong of a word for Trystan.
Franc walked a bit faster to try and gain a little ground on them, but they were persistent. Whenever he sped up, so did they. If it was just Tom, it wouldn't have been so bad. He was reasonable and at least his insults were usually somewhat clever. Unfortunately, he and Trystan were joined at the hip.
"So Casanova, how come you can't even stay conscious long enough to stare at your sweetheart? Usually nothing, including sleep, would get in the way of your view of . . . oh what is her name?" Tom always got a kick out of this running joke. Their entire social circle new her name, but they all refused to tell Franc what it was.
"Yeah, Frenchy," agreed Trystan with his favorite nickname. Why oh why couldn't his parents have just used a 'k' like a normal human being? "Something keeping you up at night? Something . . . feminine, if you know what I mean?"
Really, Trystan? You went there?
"Yes, as a matter of fact," said Franc matter-of-factly. "There is something keeping me up."
Tom and Tristan looked at him expectantly. Franc merely smirked and kept walking. Knowing things they didn't seemed to be the only thing that Franc could lord over his friends. The two looked at each other confusedly, but an understanding passed between them. They dropped the subject immediately. If they didn't get upset about it, Franc had nothing on them.
Normally, them dropping the subject would have driven him nuts and gotten him to spill his guts, but this was private. He had anticipated their reaction perfectly and was going to take full advantage of it.
The rest of the walk was relatively uneventful. All three complained about the amount of work that Unpleasant Plaisance had given them. Franc pointed out that he had more homework for her class than all of his AP classes combined. Trystan pointed out how much of a nerd Franc was for taking AP classes. Tom pointed out that Trystan's college prep courses didn't give him much room to talk. Et cetera.
They reached Franc's house first and he waved them off, thankful that he had finally made it to his fortress of solitude. He would knock out his homework for Plaisance, then it was time to get to work. Guaranteed it would be another sleepless night.
Maybe if he got yelled at for falling asleep, she would notice him.
Probably not.
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