The Day After

By the time Frank got home, it was well past midnight.

He opened the door as quietly as possible to avoid waking his parents up and tip-toed back into his room. At this point this was becoming a habit, soon he might be better at it than those ballerinas.

Tomorrow was a Monday, which meant he had to get up early in the morning. He had to get up even earlier than usual though to take a shower and get rid of the smell of gunpowder and gasoline.

Going to school was going to be a pain in the ass, especially because he still had 2 more years before he could graduate.

Frank was sure of his lifestyle choice, but becoming a high school dropout was a shame he didn't want to bear and It's not like his parents would easily agree either.

Understanding they might be, but this would be too much.

That said, he wasn't planning on being a model student either. He'd have to figure something out, or maybe come to an arrangement with a couple of the teachers or the principal.

This was something for the summer. He only had 2 months left before he finished the year anyway, no sense in trying anything now.

It wasn't like he was going to be too busy anytime soon, at least not in the mornings.

Even if he was, he didn't take too many off-days during the first half of the school year, which meant he could ditch school for 2-3 weeks straight without a problem.

But tomorrow wasn't going to be a skip day. Showing up at Vito's place at 21:00 was his only obligation, which meant he had the rest of the day to himself.

Going to school wasn't all bad. It disciplined him into waking up and starting the day early, doing shit that he didn't want to do but compromised… qualities that wouldn't hurt anyone.

Frank barely woke up at 7:30 with the help of that cunt of a sound that the alarm made.

At this time of day, even his parents weren't up. His father, Bill didn't start work until 9 and Frank didn't want his mother to be waking up this early just to make him breakfast.

Frank took a cold shower to wake himself up and clear his head. He wasn't used to taking cold showers, but he toughed it out since it made him feel better the day before.

Today was the same, refreshed and energized, he made himself a sandwich to go and started walking to his school.

He entered the classroom right on time, because his English teacher walked in a couple of seconds after him.

As soon as role call was over and class started, Frank stopped paying attention and started drifting off, thinking about what he'd do afterwards.

He had 8 hours to himself after school and he didn't feel like going home or hanging out with his friends.

They were different types of people and it was time for him to start distancing himself from them. He grew up and changed, it was nobody's fault. It was a simple matter and there was no need for any drama.

After a couple of hours of dozing off, he still didn't know what he wanted to do.

That changed however when his math teacher walked in. She was a middle aged woman but she was still a knockout. Maybe this was a class he could doze off to to something else.

Soon after, math class ended and so did Monday's classes, after which Frank headed straight home.

While he was thinking with his little friend in math class, he remembered the brunette from the bar. He had a couple of hours to spare and what better time than the present to chat her up.

He was 16, but she wasn't. That was all that mattered, after all, he wasn't exactly going to scream rape from having a good time 2 years before the law said you should.

It's not like he had something against girls his age, well, actually he did. Too small in all the wrong places and usually too dumb to hold a conversation with.

A majority of college girls also fit into the second category, but the brunette at the bar didn't seem like an idiot to him.

He didn't even know her name, but that wasn't going to be a problem. She was a college student and there was only one college in the vicinity of that bar.

He wasn't sure when classes started, but he didn't mind.

He was going to go for a run around the area and if he happened to see her or one of the blondes, he'd stop by to introduce himself.

Frank was athletic, healthy and happy with the way he looked. He didn't like the idea of being too jacked.

After all, when you think of successful people, how many of them are built like a bodybuilder and how many of them are fat and out of shape?

Building a little muscle was what Frank wanted to do, but nothing too serious. A run here and there to keep himself looking nice alongside gym class was good enough.

Besides keeping fit, a run was a good way to set up a coincidental meeting. Well, at least half coincidental since he was purposefully running in that area.

Pity though, he didn't run into the brunette or one of her blonde friends. Looks like the 1st time wasn't the charm.

On his way back home, Frank debated with himself if he should throw his gun in the river or not. If he was better off, this wouldn't need any debating, keeping a hot gun wasn't worth the risk.

But Frank didn't have enough money to buy another gun and he sure as hell wasn't going anywhere near Vito or his associates without one.

They were dangerous people to hang around with if you weren't strapped.

Regardless of what a problem with one of them would mean, maybe he just happened to be unlucky and a hit was going off on one of them while he was nearby.

Running would mean the death of his reputation, likely forever. Staying on the other hand, would mean likely getting killed.

With that in mind, Frank decided to keep the hot gun and if anything happened, it happened. He'd rather go out guns blazing than get shot in the back with his dick in his hands.