First come First serve (Jelsa)

Bonding he said

Jack on the media.
Notice their hair color difference.

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Elsa's POV

After I finished changing into my university uniform, I ran downstairs with my backpack slung behind my shoulder and stopped in the middle of the stairs and met the three idiots arguing.

"No! I'll drive Elsie!"

"No! I will!"

"Dream on! I go to school with her!!"

"Yeah right, you can't even dare to have a civilised conversation with her without chickening out! LOVER BOY!"

"Rock, paper, scissors, NOW!!"

"What are we? Five?"
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"ROCK!! PAPER!! SCISSORS!! GO!!" They all yelled together at once.

I giggled at their childish act and made my way fully downstairs.

"Aha!! I won!! You both took paper while I took scissors!! Suckers!!!" Jack exclaimed earning a groan from both David and Lou.

"Hey guys!! I'm walking to school today!! I want to lose some weight since I skipped my morning jog today and yesterday!!" I yelled. Part of it was true but the other part was that I wanted to see what their faces would look like for arguing for nothing, making my way to the door, reaching for the door knob, only to get stopped by David suddenly leaning against the door.

"No." He plainly stated.

"But-"

"No, I said no Els. Don't tell us we had just wasted time arguing of whose driving you to school. Capisce?" He replied narrowing his eyes at me.

I winced a bit but gave in, "Fine, but whose taking me?"

"Me-" David was immedietly cut-off by Jack.

"David!!! The 'ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS' rule: winner wins, winner takes the prize. Don't you füdging dare break it!!"

"Geez!! Calm down lover boy!! Take your so called 'prize of the day' and go on! But I will have her tomorrow!!" David smiled smugly.

"Graaaahhh!! Stop with the names already!! Let's go Elsa!!" Jack stormed out of the room with his backpack slung behind his shoulder while grabbing me by the wrist.

I was kind of struggling since my backpack was a bit heavy which made my shoulders feel sore. We were walking to his car when he abruptly stopped in front of me making me hit his back a bit roughly but not rough enough to make him go flying to the ground.

He turned around to face me with his face full of concern, "I'm sorry for grabbing you too hard.... Um, I see your struggling a bit with your backpack, is your shoulder sore? Come on, give me your backpack, I'll happily carry it for you."