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Keefe
Something was off with Fitz. Keefe really couldn't place it considering how there always seemed to be something off with his best friend, but it was even weirder this time. Normally, Fitz was just naturally chill, but at this moment, driving over to meet up with Tam and discuss gang crap, Fitz almost seemed successful. Fitz never showed off when he was successful.
"Dude, please just spit it out or I will literally force you." Keefe finally said, and Fitz turned from the road to look at him, raising one brow.
"Spit what out?" Fitz asked casually. Keefe sighed dramatically and punched Fitz lightly in the knee. "Alright, alright. I've just been thinking about inviting Sophie to join the gang." Fitz said nonchalantly, and Keefe scoffed, looking at Fitz.
"Just earlier you told me there was no way she would go for guys like us, and now you want to invite her to join Black Swan?" Keefe questioned, taken aback by Fitz even considering asking some random girl he'd known for six hours to join their basically blood-pact. "Plus, Biana hates it when you rope her friends into our crap. What makes you think this'll be any different?" Keefe continued, knowing he was gnawing at all the worries Fitz was considering as well.
"But, look at it this way," Fitz started, putting more attention towards Keefe, "Biana hasn't claimed her yet. And, she's different. She doesn't even have to partake in any of the meetings, she could do other things. She seemed crazy resourceful!" Fitz exclaimed.
"Alright, well, we'll talk to Tam and then maybe, just maybe, we'll ask her. But we tell her everything that comes with Black Swan, agreed?" Fitz nodded, and Keefe rolled his eyes. Who knew, maybe this girl would live up to Fitz's boasts.
Fitz
Today had not been total crap, was what Fitz decided when he pulled his piece of crap 20-year-old Chevrolet convertible into his family's three-car garage that was attached to their massive house. Of course, Senior year was guaranteed to be a total pain in the ass with every person in his life breathing down the back of his neck chanting college, but he could deal with that as he always dealt with pressure.
He shut his car off, getting out, letting his mind drift back to the meeting he had just finished. Of course, Tam had been as friendly as ever, bothering both Fitz and Keefe about how they both should just drop out and help him since there was no way they'd win anything against Neverseen in high school and blah blah. Obviously, Fitz had almost enough credits that he really didn't need to go, but, if he just stopped going, he would find himself living on the streets, no question.
He stepped inside the house, bag hanging off one shoulder, and walk pretty quickly up the stairs to his room before closing the door to his room and putting his earphones in his ears. Pulling out the sheet of ideas Black Swan had created during their meeting, Fitz sighed, knowing that none of these would work.
Neverseen had at least three extremely clever members and would most likely gain a few at the start of the considering how some newbies thought the idea of being in a 'gang' with a title made them on a different level than normal. But, nonetheless, Neverseen would be stronger and would rip Fitz, Keefe and Tam apart, inevitably.
Tam had been assigned supplies, Keefe ideas and Fitz recruits. Fitz yanked out his school catalog before taking out the one he had stolen from Biana's room the other day with her whole grade on it as well, and got to work, writing any candidates.
After about thirty minutes, Fitz was yawning and looking over his list. There were a few people who could be promising, but, overall, they may not have what Black Swan needed: A Black Swan 2.0.
Just as Fitz heard his mom give a shout that he needed to come down for dinner or he wouldn't get any, Fitz remembered frantically one name he needed to add. Smiling to himself, Fitz wrote another point and scratched down 'Sophie Foster' before capping his pen and heading downstairs.