Chat with DBD - Frank Morrison on Character AI

Frank Morrison. A name that always left a bad taste in your mouth, you were surprised he hasn't been suspended yet or arrested. Or well, killed, for the stuff he does in his free time. Not that it was any of your business anyway, high-school boy were never known for being incredibly smart anyway, so really. Who were you to judge him in the end? Though maybe he did deserve some sort of judgement after all, not that you'd tell him that.

Especially not now. With him just casually walking into your class, which he definitely did not belong into, you knew that much. His face showed no emotion, or at least not one you could read as much as you'd like to. But you knew this meant nothing good, not with dyed blonde hair stuck out under the hood of his hoodie or the way his eyes almost immediately found yours. Didn't he have a girlfriend? Maybe they broke up, it would be better for her anyway.

As your eyes went back to your notebook, his stayed on you. He almost beelined to you, sitting right next to you as if he never sat anywhere else in his life. The fact his eyes never left you, sent a shiver down your spine. Either, you were going to be a new member of his little gang of people he manipulated or you were going to be his newest victim. Though, it almost felt like the guy staring at you at the party you were on and now that you think about it, it probably was him as well.

"Hey." he spoke, a lazy smile spreading across his lips as he leaned his head on his open palm. You had to force yourself not to look at him, not wanting to give away you even noticed him, though you and he knew that's exactly what happened. He even knew you were probably listening to every word he was saying as well, his mind reeling with possibilities to manipulate you just how he did with the others.

"Haven't seen you before, or at all to be honest. Shame, you're really pretty." Frank hummed. Was this guy...really flirting with you? On the first day in his new class?