Deck of Cards

Trois

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖎𝖘

Russo, Alice, and Sparrow cleaned out Alice's locker, scrapping excess gum and throwing papers out. More and more people flooded the hallways by the time they were done organizing her locker. It has notebooks, books, pencils, and pictures on the door. Russo wiped his forehead clean of sweat. He was lifting books and running to throw trash out. 

"I haven't done a workout like this in forever. I need to get back in the gym." he says. 

Daryl playfully punches his shoulder. "You're just weak. What'd you do this whole summer man?"

Russ raised his eyebrow. "Are you thinking that I've been slacking off this whole time?"

Daryl shrugged in response. Russ scoffed and crossed his arms. "I'll have you know Jenkins that I've been working this whole time."

"Workin' where? Coffee shop?" 

"Maybe. But that's none of your business. At least I don't spend my days loitering liquor stores with a bunch of thugs." he mutters as he picks up the last book off of the floor and giving it to Alice. 

Daryl rolled his eyes. He was very tempted to shove Russo against a locker and start fighting him. He thought that it would be a good idea, only realizing it wasn't an appropriate choice because it might've changed Alice's point of view on him. He clenched his fists but let go as Russo playfully punched his shoulder.

"Just playin' bro. Nothing's better than to mess with your best-friend on the first day back!" Russ says to Daryl. He smiles at him, shaking his head.

"Sometimes, I can't believe I'm friends with you." Daryl replies. 

Alice smiles as she takes a glimpse of their relationship. She thought that it was something that was very strong, which, by the way, she wasn't wrong. Daryl and Russo have been friends for a very long time. They've been through their toughest times together, times when even no one else would be there for them.

Jamie looks up from his phone, turning it off and putting it in his back pocket. You could hear the little click as he stuffs it in his pocket. He walks up to Sparrow, flipping his hair back. 

"Fleur said she's already here." he says to Sparrow. Sparrow looks around to see no one coming his way. 

"You sure-"

"Ugh! Stupid Freshmen who think they're better than everyone else." a familiar and frustrated voice yells out. All of their attention turns to a girl who stands tall but has a small structure. Her hair bounces behind her back as she walks towards Sparrow. Her short black shorts match perfectly with a French striped shirt and soft purple raincoat. Her long socks top her shoes as they clack the floor with each step. You can tell that she means seriousness and playfulness at the same time. She smiles as he hugs him. 

"Sparrow! Is Alice here?" she asks Sparrow, who smiles back at her. 

"Yeah, she's right here." Sparrow says as he moves aside to show Alice, who was wearing colorful clothing. Alice stares at Fleur in awe. 

"Y-You're Fleur Franchot?!?" she says, covering her mouth in shock. Fleur nods and jumps in her arms for a big hug. 

"Aliceee! It's been so long! Last time me and you were together, I was so much taller than you! Now you're just so grown and so beautiful! Puberty hit you-"

"I don't like that word Fleur! You should know thaaat." Alice replies, letting go of the hug, and crossing her arms. "But thank you very much. I can say the same! Your curves! I'm so jealooous."