It took forever but Fred could finally speak French. Not fluently like Caesar and I could but he could pass his tests.
I knew that because he banged his hand on the table I was sitted on in the library. Under his palm was a sheet of white A4 paper.
"You will never guess what happened?"
"Shh." Someone from somewhere called.
Fred whispered sorry.
"You got a model deal with Keith Powers?"
Why on earth did I say that? That is my dream.
"What? No! I got a B minus in my French makeup test."
"Oh my gosh Fred, that is so cool."
"I know. I mean, in my previous school, I could not even get an F minus in my French test. That's how bad I was, but ever since I met you taught me the secret to learning the language, and for that, I am deeply appreciative."
Then he looked into my eyes.
I looked back at his dark caramel eyes as he took in my brown eyes.
And let me just say this, it was awkward.
"I know people say 'hey, my eyes are up here' but I think I'll be happy if you look away." I said trying to look away from the mesmerizing eyes in front of me, but it didn't work.
"So do you prefer for me to look at your boobs?"
I let out a loud gasp.
He laughed.
"I'm kidding." Then he looked at me with an obvious smolder. "But seriously Tracy, thanks."
"Yeah, no problem."
"Yay."
"Shh."
"You, shush."
I giggled. He looked at me and smiled.
"Glad I caused that. Anyways, it is my week to host Movie night. So I will send you my address and you are allowed to bring your friends."
"Movie night?"
"Yeah. You know the last sentence in our pact. To be more specific, 'This week we are starting with Fred's.'"
Oh wow.
"Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot. I'll come over to your house. Just send the address and time when it is starting."
"Sure thing."
By 6: 30, Dustin was already rolling my dad's car into a really fancy neighborhood.
"Are you sure we are in the right place?" I asked lookin at the houses around us. There were dogs in every house. It is either, they were outside or were barking really loud.
"Check the message he sent to you."
I opened my phone and looked at the message again. Well, we were in the exact estate Fred sent to me.
Dustin rolled the car to a stop and turned down the engine.
I looked at me.
"We're already here." he said.
I looked at the house number and the one in front of us which was signed on the mailbox.
It was the same.
"So what is happening here is that Fred is rich?" I asked.
Dustin shrugged. "I guess," he gunned the engine again. "Call me if everything's done."
I nodded and opened the car door.
"If my parents ask,"
"I already told them you were spending the night with four guys."
My eyes widened.
He laughed at my expression. "Kidding. But they know you will not be available this night."
"I will be available. It's just to watch a movie or two."
"You are spending your Friday in a fancy house, I don't think you will be watching a movie or two."
I rolled my eyes and stepped out.
"Call me as early a 7 tomorrow. I don't think I want your parents finding out I lied to them. I mean, that's Hermione's job."
I laughed.
"Sure. Whatever Dust."
"Love you." he yelled.
"Yeah, sure." I said waving at him.
He smiled before driving away.
I guess it's just me and this fancy house.
I walked to the porch and thought a long time, deciding whether I should knock or ring the doorbell.
Ugh, that is so hard.
I finally decided on the doorbell.
Ding ding dong.
That is a totally different way for a doorbell to sound.
Seconds later, the door opened and in front of me was a plump man.
"You must be Tracy Bouts?" he asked with his European accent. It wasn't British or French.
"Uh, yeah. And you are?"
"Filip with an 'F'. The young masters have been waiting for you."
Young masters?
I followed the man into an obviously magnificent interior.
"Please wait here, I shall alert the young masters of your arrival."
I nodded and looked around me. I was in an entrance room.
Dang, this room is a combination of living and dining room.
Just how rich are Fred's parents?
I saw, more like heard, them as they entered.
Fred was wearing a bunny onesie, with the nose, whiskers and everything
He gave a toothy grin.
"See, I knew Garland wasn't lying."
Clark entered the room in his all American bad boy look. Black denim, black ripped jeans, black combat boots, even a beanie.
"Well, see until you believe. That guy lied to me last year about Kitty wanting to see me. I spent an entire day waiting for someone who still doesn't know I exist."
"Dude, it was April fool. And he was just paying you back after that nasty prank you gave him 2015."
"That was a five fucking years ago. What is he? Memory keeper?"
"Ahem."
They both looked at me.
"Hey Tracy bear-y poo. How was the ride here? Hope no dogs bit your tires?"
Clark groaned, "dude, we are in the real world, not Total Drama. Hey Tracy."
I waved at him and focused on the enthusiastic one.
"Don't mind him. In all honesty, we thought you weren't going to come. Caesar was already being a pessimist saying you were obviously going to ditch us."
"And I am not ashamed to say I supported him." Clark interjected.
"Just shut up. So Tracy, welcome to my humble abode. I know what you are thinking, how rich are you? Are your parents Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg?"
"Well, you are right about the first one."
Fred stopped and looked at me. Then he shrugged.
"Agreed. My parents will never work for Microsoft or Facebook. My mom does work for Google."
My eyes widened.
That is even cooler than working with Instagram.
"And my dad works for himself. Do you know Meys Futuristic Publications?"
Who doesn't? It's like New York only it is a skyscraper found in Washington, Los Angeles, Atlanta and Chicago.
I nodded.
"It's owned by my father of course."
I widened my eyes.
"Woah."
"Don't flatter him." Clark said from behind him.
"Hey guys! Look who's herrree."
I saw five faces look up. Two black, one Latina and two white.
Two were kids, one was probably an early teenager and the last two were late teenagers.
3 girls, 2 boys.
"You were right Clark, she is cute." the Latina girl said.
Clark rushed to the other side and hugged her before covering her mouth.
"Tracy, this is my younger sister Solane."
She removed Clark's hands from her mouth and gave me a toothy grin. Her front tooth was missing.
"Hi Solane."
"Hey. I like your hair."
I touched my ponytail.
"Thanks."
"And that's Selone."
She gave me a shy smile that I couldn't help and return.
"And now, it's time for movie watching that we are all going to watch and enjoy." Fred said clapping his hands together.
"Hey, I'm here you know." someone said.
"Oh shit Jaine, I am so sorry. Tracy, this is Jaine with an I between the A and N." Fred said.
She gave me a smile then nodded towards Fred.
"He's my big brother." she said.
"That she loves so much. Come on, my parents are excited to meet you." Fred said.
I was a 100% sure I squeaked.
"I thought we were only seeing a movie?" I asked.
"Yeah but they want to be sure Clark and I don't enter Pornhub or any other relatable porn site. And besides, they want to see the only person who knows that the fours are virgins." Fred said leading me to what was obviously their living room.
I don't mean to sound poor or downgrade my house, but this room was a combination of my porch, ante room, living room and kitchen.
I saw a two black people sitting on two bean bags watching what was obviously the news.
"Mom, dad, Tracy is here." Fred said. His parents turned to look at the direction which Fred's voice was and they smiled.
"So this is Tracy. Wow, she's prettier than you claim she—"
"Not now dad." Fred yelled blocking out his dad's words.
"Hello." I said already giving myself a slap.
Why do I have to sound so... shabby?
"Hi. I am Orion and this is my wife Tasha. Make yourself at home." he said. I only nodded my head.
"Thank you Mr Meyers." I said.
He shivered.
"Please don't try that again. The only people who call me that are my employees. Even my PA calls me Orion. Call us by our first names."
Once again I nodded my head.
"Alright bye." Orion said.
"And we don't he's any moaning." Tasha said.
Fred and Jaine looked at each other and started moaning and groaning.
"Ugh. You guys are disgusting." Tasha said.
Orion laughed and whispered to us.
"But she loves it." he said.
"Eww." Solane said.
"That's gross." Jaine said.
"And nasty." Fred finished.
After his parents are gone, he looked at us.
"So, Pornhub?"
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