𝐉𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 (DISCONTINUED)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3

Today they had to volunteer at the soup kitchen. No one liked going there but Alora. She liked anything that involved being out of the detention center. The sun burned her eyes as they guided them out of the building and into the bus. She was seated next to Robby who never made eye contact with her.

"Come on. You're not mad at me, are you?" Alora asked with a small smile that fell when he didn't answer her. She just sighed and peered out of the bus window. About ten minutes later they reached the kitchen and were ushered into the building. Alora stuffed her brown hair into a hairnet and picked up the ladle sitting next to the stove.

"You look like a lunch lady," Robby snorted. Alora looked at him in confusion. "Like a school lunch lady." Realization dawned on her.

"Oh, sorry. I've never been to school before," she said, moving a soup pot onto the stove. "My mom never cared enough to enroll me. I got enough knowledge from reading but I tend to forget basic people skills sometimes."

"I can tell," he replied, causing her jaw to drop.

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" she asked cheekily.

"Oh no, I'm still mad I just don't care enough to hold a grudge with you," Robby responded.

"In other words, you're in love with me and I understand, I'm in love with me too," Alora said, winking at him.

"That's not what-" Robby tried to protest.

"Shh, green eyes. Just help me," she said, running a hand through his hair before shoving a hairnet in his hand. She turned around and almost hit Shawn.

"You done flirting yet?" Shawn asked.

"Not in the slightest," Alora said mischievously. They worked to get everything ready for when the kitchen opened and soon enough it was done and they were ready to open. They served the people with soup and fake smiles till a blonde guy walked in. Robby internally groaned as he saw who it was. Alora noticed his expression towards him and bumped him.

"Who's that?" she asked while handing an old lady a bowl of soup.

"My stupid dad," he responded. She thought about it for a moment as the blonde guy walked up to the line. She stood next to Robby and picked up a bowl. She looked in a cabinet and couldn't find what she was looking for so she went into the back room.

"Hey Robby," his dad said.

"You're not supposed to be here," Robby said back.

"It's the only way I could see you," he responded. "Found out you're doing community service tryna get out early." When Robby didn't respond he continued. "Is that a black eye? Are you seriously in there fighting after everything that's happened?"

"You're gonna lecture me about starting fights?" Robby scoffed.

"You're right, Sorry. I'm just tryna say-"

"What? That you're in my corner? That you got my back? Mr. LaRusso said the same thing and here I am now," Robby said. "Cause let's be honest that means jack shit."

"Forget about LaRu-"

"Hey! Quit holding up the line! Don't make me throw my shoe at you!" a lady yelled. "Well look at what we got here. You stalking me?"

"Well, that's that. Adios," Alora said, enthusiastically shoving a bowl of soup in his hands. Robby flinched, not even seeing the Sanchez girl come back. The blonde man reluctantly left and sat down to eat his soup. Robby caught the brunette's sinister smile in the corner of his eyes.

"What did you do?" he asked, not taking his eyes off Johnny.

"Just watch," Alora responded, waiting for him to try it. He raised a spoonful to his mouth and then stopped. For a moment she thought he wasn't gonna eat it then he shoved it in his mouth. He made a face and started to cough violently.