(8) Quite Frank

My phone rang loudly, making me struggle with the bag I'm wearing and the books I'm currently holding. Fixing the stuff on my left arm, I answered the call when I saw Pryla's crazy-looking face on it. "Yosh?"

"Quite Frank."

"Huh?" I asked as I struggle again to enter the dorm building. "What are you talking about?"

"Quite Frank." She repeated, "He's in his 4th year in this university."

"Who?"

"Quite Frank."

'What's quite frank?"

"It's not a what, Riles." She groaned, "It's a who."

"Really?" I asked her indecorously, "Well, whoever that person is, what does he have to do with the reason why I'm about to kill you since I'm quite busy here!"

"You're about to kill me?" She gasped, making me face the wall. Well, I tapped the wall beside me with my forehead since my hands are quite busy.

"No..." Shaking my head, I walked towards the stairs and climbed up to the 2nd floor. "Anyways, who's he?"

"Quite Frank is a 4th-year university student."

Rolling my eyes, I struggled with what I was carryi