The Awesome Trio Has Problems

Meanwhile

Alfred rushes out of class as quickly as he can. There is no way he is staying in math class so the teacher can ask him about how he knows such advanced math or if he wants to join the mathletes. He made that mistake in last year and he still doesn't know how he got out of that one alive. Being new in school was hard enough last year, he did NOT want to add mathletes to his freshmen resumé.

As he dashed out of Ms. McConel's math class he ran straight into a familiar voice that said "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU GIT!"

Alfred recognised the voice right away and yelled. "ARTI!" He picked up the protesting Brit that tried to kick him. Alfred then put down the red faced junior to the delight of everyone with ears in a ten yard radius.

"How've ya been dude!"

"I've been better thank you very much. And yourself?" With a flinch, anyone could tell he regreted asking the question.

(Hehe 169 words)

"I'M AMAZING AS ALWAYS!"

Arthur uncovered his afflicted ear and said. "I can hear. But maybe you should say it louder. I think there's a guy on the 28th floor in a coma that couldn't quite hear." Arthur had a look of distaste for the volume Alfred was using on his face.

"Oh. Sorry dude! Haha."

"Quite. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be heading to my locker."

"Yeah no problem Arti!... Hey, what's your locker number?"

"Why, might I ask, do you want to know?"

"So I can see if we're anywhere near eachother!" He flashed a smile that would make traffic cones jealous.

"..." Arthur had to think for a minute before giving in. "Fine! My lock number is 666."

Alfred had to keep himself from bursting out laughing. He finally managed out a, "Seems fitting. Don't you think?"

Arther shot him a glare that could cut steel.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry! But! The good thing is my locker is 658 so we're super close by! I'll walk you!"

"Oh joy..."

They walked off towards their lockers.

============Meanwhile===========

Matthias walked out of his English class. He loved Mr. Johnson's English literature class because swords covered the walls, although they were all foam. Mr. Johnson even let them use the swords but both parties had to have a sword and be willing to fight.

He walked out of the class and waited for a certain swed he wanted to talk to. The very same person walked out.

"Hej! Berwald!"

The tall figure continued walking but, at a slower pace. Matthias ran up to him.

"Berwald! How are ya!" He smiled up at his... friend?

All he got back was a, "Hm." With a nod.

"I'll take that as a good!" The dane tried to keep up a happy atmosphere. "Sooooo... where's Tino?"