She's the Prettiest Girl in the Club and She Can Prove It With a Pair of Brass Knuckles

Frank took Jamia's hand in his own and walked to their next period together. Guaranteed that during the class Frank would fall asleep on his desk so he had to copy Jamia's notes so he wouldn't fail the class. If one of them was failing one subject and the other wasn't they would help each other so that they would't lose out on any classes they shared together.
Frank took his usual spot in the very back of the class, pulling Jamia with him to sit next to him. As the classroom started to fill with students, Frank got more and more bored and decided to take a little nap his usual routine. That never killed anyone before right? As Frank was fixing his desk into a bed using has black jacket as a pillow, Jamia started giggling to herself trying to keep quiet in the class. She would never have the guts to simply fall asleep during lesson, let alone during history, because truth to be told, their teacher, Mr. Phillips, was a scary dude. The last time Mr. Phillips yelled at a student for dropping their pencil in the middle of a presentation. The poor dude never dropped anything else in front of him again thats for sure.
Jamia rested her head in her hands and gazed through the classroom. Everyone was giggling and joking around and as Jamia shifted her gaze to Frank she coulnt help but smile softly, she couldnt understand why he got so much shit, but she knew for sure that he was one of the people that only deserved the very best in life. Jamia took out her notebook just in time to see their bald headed teacher entered the classroom and began writing their first task on the board. Everyone shut up immediately and began taking notes as the lesson began.
Mr. Phillips rambled on about the civil war the same shit they have heard for most of their entire school life as it was this big ass thing that they had to be reminded every damn year.
Jamia started to chew on her pen out of boredom. She looked around in the classroom and saw a rather tall boy with short brown hair and green eyes staring back at her. She smiled softly as he mouthed the words 'whats up with him' while pointing at the sleeping Frank to the right of her. Jamia only made a yawning movement and the guy smiled knowingly and winked at her. She winked back because well, that was the nice thing to do wasnt it? Hell she didn't even know why the guy was actually talking to her. She wasn't exactly blonde and big breasted she was the exact opposite of that.
He smiled at her again 'if he finds out he's dead' he mouthed again pretending to slice his neck open with his finger. Jamia giggled again and nodded 'I know' glancing at the sleeping boy next to her that was drooling on his jacket watching his back slowly rise and fall. She began finishing off her notes for the class and writing a second dumb down version for Frank so he could actually understand it.
The bell rang signalling the end of class and Mr. Phillips gave the class way too much homework to even think about doing it and he was still rambling on about the war like something else about it magically came to light in 5 minutes.
Jamia softly nudged Franks shoulder to wake him up. As he softly woke up and lifted his gaze to look at Jamia rubbing his eyes sleepily, she could feel her face heating up. He looked so beautiful she could hardly get herself to move or even attempt to look away from him. The thought of wanting to see him like this every morning crossed her mind and she could swear that she looked like a tomato every second they held their gaze.
"um class is over.... I got your notes....." she said nervously collecting her things and getting up from her seat. Frank collected his jacket and got up following Jamia sluggishly from his sleep.
As they were walking home talking about how Mr Phillips was batshit crazy for assigning them way too much homework for any teenager. A project about the civil war again. Frank and Jamia were going to do it together anyway. When the boy from their class ran up to Jamia and tapped on her shoulder. The boy ran his fingers through his hair looking into Jamia's eyes "um you wanna get coffee at the weekend or somethin it's on me" he said nervously. Frank stood next to Jamia watching her nod with a confused look on his face. What on God's Earth did he miss this time.
"Sure weekend is good I'll see you then....um I didnt catch your name" she said politely.
"It's Jake" he said before walking backwards and ran towards his friends.
Frank turned to Jamia and carried on walking "you know he totally asked you out on a date"
"So it's free coffee anyway"

Notes

Lucky you! 2 updates in one day! Chapter 3 is under way have fun reading this bullshit we call a chapter
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