Frankie Tamsem. The popular boy. The boy who has the perfect family. The boy invited to all the parties. The boy who has everyone wrapped around his little finger.

I especially should know. I am Frankie Tamsem. I know, I'm a cocky popular boy. If that doesn't tick off all the main boxes for people to hate me, I don't know what will.

I'm the sort of person with one of those "perfect families". My dad, my mum, me and my little sister.

My sister, Maya, has lately been obsessed with all these stupid romcom movies (despite the fact that she's only thirteen) and during each one, I have to point out the fact that the guy would've probably tried to get freaky with the girl within the first fifteen minutes of the movie if it was set in real life.

Of course, this displeases Maya as she has the most freakishly precise description of her perfect boy and the fact that I tell her he will try to bed her as soon as possible makes her want to slap me round the face. And Maya being Maya, gets what she wants.

If life was like one of Maya's stupid romcom movies then I would've surely got the girl by now. But it's not. And instead I've got a girl in my class who's been obsessed with me since year two.

Thus leading me to introduce you to June Freebody. If you didn't know her from her weird behaviour, then you'd know her because of her twin. And that's where Charlee Freebody enters the picture.

Unlike June's straight brown hair, Charlee has pretty, wavy blonde hair. Both of them share shocking green eyes but that is where the similarities end.

Charlee is much paler and taller than June so much so that it makes them being twins questionable. Of course it is impossible to deny that both twins are at the same rate of beauty. Charlee is clearly the prettier twin, whether that be her wider hips and larger bust or the fact that her personality shines in a room whereas June's makes you want to hide under a rock and never come out.

At least, that's my experience with the twins. Does that make the bad guy for rating the twins and choosing a more appealing one? No. It's merely my opinion based on my judgement. Everyone does it and for some reason when someone says it out loud, people tend to get offended.

Thick skinned is what my mum calls me sometimes. Or rather most of the time.

However, although I have my opinions on the twins I rarely do have contact with them. June because I grow tired of her infatuation with me and Charlee because she simply hears of me twenty four, seven from her sister and does not wish to spend anymore time listening about me.

Thankfully, it's my last year in high school this year. No more little sister giving me disapproving looks when she sees me in the corridors with my mates. No more infatuated June. No more having to deal with people I've known for eleven years of my life.

GCSEs are round the corner, which also means prom is too. The lads and I enjoy laughing at the girls who spend 500 quid on a dress that isn't even flattering on them and the girls who over do their makeup.

My advice for makeup is enough to conceal any imperfections maybe some contour and highlight (lipstick if you're going all out) and a bit of false lashes and mascara. None of that eyeshadow shit. That's where things start to get ugly.

I presume that's me being thick skinned again. Or rather just plain rude, telling girls what they should and shouldn't do. Of course, guys who are "totally not shallow" like to say that girls don't need makeup. I mean come on. A bit of makeup never hurt anyone.

Is someone gonna ask me why I know so much makeup terms? Probably because I have a younger sister who leaves her makeup everywhere for me to step on.

"Mum! Frankie stepped on one of my palettes again!"

Snitch.

I groaned before forcing myself out of bed and walking into my sister's room.

"Hey! Frankie you're gonna end up breaking another one if you're not careful." Maya said picking up one of her palette things and cradling it.

"Who said I broke the first one?!" I exclaimed.

"You're the only person who came into my room yesterday."

"Yeah, because mum put some of my clothes in your pile."

"Don't go blaming this on me Frankie!" I heard mum call from up the stairs. I exhaled and pushed some loose hair back.

"Just ask dad to go buy you a new one. You know he'll just say yes."

"It's not that Frankie. It's just- ugh. Just stop breaking my stuff."

I laughed at her frustration as she pushed me out of her room, making sure to guide me around all her makeup on the floor.

If you ask me, she should just take her damn makeup off the floor.

I went back to my room and flopped back onto my bed. I pressed my face against the pillow, resisting the urge to shout in annoyance. I just wasted a good ten minutes of sleep.

I felt my eyes starting to close again before a set of hands pulled my sheets from me.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty." My mum then proceeded to go around my room, picking up dirty clothes from the floor and opening the curtains.

I rolled over onto my front letting my eyes adjust to the light.

"Come on, Frankie otherwise you're going to be late for school."

"Can I just skip today? We don't do anything on the first few days of the year anyway." I pleaded.

"Not unless you're sick." My mum stated stubbornly.

"I am. I think if I've got Ebola or something."

"I'm not an idiot, Frankie." She said before leaving my room with a handful of dirty clothes.

I did the usual morning routine and got changed into the school uniform which consisted of the colours of a bee. I lazily pushed my hair back deciding that I really didn't care what people thought of me.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of toast from Maya's plate.

"Hey! Get your own, Frankie."

"You've got about three pieces there. Might want to lay down on the food, Maya. I think I can see a few tummy rolls." I joked, ignoring her protest.

"Frankie!" My mum stared at me in disapproval.

"What?! She did have three pieces on her plate!"

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Despite my mum moaning to me, telling me that I'd be late to school, she still managed to drop me and Maya off on time.

However I was still able to get to first period ten minutes late after deciding that Maya's piece of toast wasn't enough to fill my stomach. So I decided to go get a cream cheese bagel from down the road.

Bagel in hand, I strolled into class, taking the only empty seat at the back.

"Frankie!" All the lads shouted, throwing their hands up in the air. I laughed in response. Other people in the class just rolled their eyes at our usual behaviour.

"Frankie!" Someone shouted, only this time it was the teacher, Mrs Cliffe.

"Hey, Miss! How was your summer?" I said smiling at her.

"It was good until I realised I had you for another year."

"Come on, Miss. You know you love me." The teacher rolled her eyes.

"Why are you late today, Frankie?"

"I went and got this bad boy." I said proudly holding the bagel up like a trophy.

"Frankie!" She shouted again.

"Fine, I'll be earlier next time. I promise."

The teacher sighed and decided to carry on with the lesson after telling me that she'd have to ring my parents if it continued.

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It was weird how over a six week period people could change so much. It was even weirder how over a six year period someone could stay the exact same.

Harri Turner was an example of this. At the end of third period, I found him waiting outside of my class with a cheeky dimpled grin. Somehow he still managed to keep the same hairstyle from when he was five years old and look half decent while flying through puberty without acne.

Caden Rogers on the other hand didn't. Like Harri, I had known Caden since we were five. But back then Caden was a little try hard. I do think there is some part of him that is, in the way that he tries hard to please the rest of the group, as if he's still looking for acceptance.

Then there's Ashby Thompson. He was the new guy, two years ago. He didn't immediately get into the group as such but made his way up within his first few months. To be frank, I think I prefer him to Caden now.

As usual, all three of them were waiting for me.

"Take your time, Frankie!" Ashby exclaimed.

"Oh shut up." I said jokingly pushing him, "Just because you're smart, you get let out earlier."

At school there were three classes for each year. The smart class, the average class and the dumb class. Of course, they're not called that.

Ashby is the only one of us that's in the smart class. Caden is in the average class although he probably could get into the smart class if he wanted to. As I've said before I'm pretty sure he's acting dumber to impress us or some shit, bit pathetic. And then me and Harri are in the dumb class.

Although I am in average English class, which I would be quite proud of if it wasn't the same class as June.

Ashby shrugged his shoulders in response.

All four of us went to the school gates at the back of the main building. Two men in black hoodies stood by the gate muttering to each other and Harri waved them over quickly while Caden kept watch.

One of them nodded at me and I gave him some cash. In return he passed Ashby four paper bags. The two men then went off on their way and we went behind the school building near the courts.

Cha cha, real smooth.

Harri looked at me and grinned, passing each of us our own brown paper bag (cause ya know save the sea turtles or some shit).

I opened up my own bag like the others and inhaled sharply.

"I fucking love fish and chips." I exclaimed taking off the wrapping and moving the fish away from the chips so it wouldn't get soggy. Ashby nodded in agreement already tucking into his.

"I can't believe we're not allowed to leave the school compound, even if it's just to get a bit of food." Harri said giving a look of disgust to the school building we were leaning against.

"I know right! So bloody annoying." Ashby said in between mouthfuls of chips.

"How did you get those guys to get you this, Frankie?" Caden said suspiciously looking at his fish and chips.

"Sixth formers. They had a free period before lunch and could get it us from the chippy down the road." I replied, rolling my eyes. Despite the fact that we did this for the whole of last year, Caden still seems to doubt me and my connections. Typical.

"Why are you worried you're going to lose your deputy head boy badge if you get fish and chips every so often?" I joked not really joking. Harri snorted and Ashby continued to eat clearly focused on more important things.

"I don't know why you always take the piss out of me for that. I mean Ashby's one too." Caden said moaning again.

"It's because you're funnier to piss off. Ashby's boring." Harri said and immediately Ashby's head popped up at the sound of his name. All four of us laughed, Caden a little hesitantly.

"I hope you didn't eat all of the fish and chips."

We all looked up as Paisley Sembeth walked over to us and wrapped her arms around Ashby from behind. Ashby put his food down and kissed Paisley. Somehow he was the only one of us with a bird.

"Hey, guys!" I looked behind and saw India Macking waving with Hollie Golding, Jourdan Matthews and the one, the only Charlee Freebody.

I smirked.

a/n: My first romance story! I'm way too excited for this. Anyway if you haven't seen my announcements on my story "Prompts And Shit" then you should go and read it, what are you waiting for an invitation?!

Nah, I'm kidding, I'll just tell you here. This book is going to be a trilogy and will have about twenty chapters in total. The chapter sizes aren't going to change drastically so don't bother complaining. I know I told myself that I wouldn't publish anymore new stories until I've finished the others, but I couldn't help myself.

More information on the trilogy and what you can expect can be found in my story "Prompts And Shit". I'm going to try and finish this trilogy as soon as possible so I can get back onto my main focus which is my fantasy story "The Elementals". So sorry if the story sounds rushed to some of you... it's because it is.