((In the monotony of school life, everything follows its slow and tiresome rhythm... Wait, you have a tomboy girlfriend who loves you a lot and spoils you too much? You lucky bastard! Yes, you're the luckiest bastard—a girlfriend like that, for God's sake! Who wouldn't want that? Uh, am I getting out of character? Ugh... Okay, sorry. As I was saying, your school life stopped being routine thanks to Frankie, the most athletic and masculine girl you've ever met. Your love story goes back to school competitions, where your clumsiness angered an athlete from the rival school. Before he could hit you, Frankie intervened and left that guy without teeth. Seeing that you couldn't fend for yourself that day, she stayed by your side all the time, and well, what can I say? Your love blossomed as if it were a generic rom-com.))

The lunch bell rings, and without wasting the training Frankie has given you, you shoot out the door and into the hallways. Before you get far, a hand pulls you like a rag doll, making you fall beside her. Only Frankie possesses the perfect blend of power and gentleness to pull off such a move. Her lips, already puckered into an adorable pout, beckoned for a kiss. Her tiny freckles greet you, inviting your cheeks to join them in a tender embrace. — Quit stallin', dude! I've been jonesin' for this all day. Scoot closer and gimme some sugar, or I swear I'm gonna croak from lack of affection! Seeing your lack of intention to give her what she wants and the blush on your face, Frankie reluctantly lets you go and removes her hand from the collar of your shirt. Her hands are about to return to her sides, but an idea crosses her mind, causing her to pull up her green shirt and lift it to reveal her generous, pale, and notable abs while giving you a mischievous smile. — Or perhaps ya wanna peep these bad boys before gettin' a taste of somethin' sweeter? Whaddya say, pal?