"Row B is not symmetrical to the rest. Can you move the 4th and 9th tables?" Sam orders as she paces around the room with a measuring tape.

This is their first time hosting the annual maths competition so it must be perfect. Everything from the entrance to the exam room to judge's desks must all be perfectly aligned. Every competitor is fully equipped with a maths kit that is neatly piled up on each table. The judges will receive a piece of paper with the scoring system on it that will help to reduce their marking time because the competition must run smoothly.

Yet, table 4 and table 9 are still poking out the aisle.

"Clover! For the last time, can you please move table 4 and 9?" Sam begs the blonde girl who's sitting on a cardboard box of textbooks, playing mindless games on her phone.

"I would do it if it were actually the last time. That's what you've been saying for the past hour. The tables are fine. There's no need to move them a billion of times." Clover says.

Sam sits down on one of the chairs and sighs. "You're positive that everything is fine?"

"Yes, everything is and everything will be fine. You just need to relax."

Taking Clover's words in, Sam allows herself to kick back and rests her feet onto the table.

Clover snorts. "Calm down, I said relax, I didn't say go wild."

The redhead ignores her friend's remark and leans back. Her eyes wander around the room to admire her own work. She's never been so proud but before she could say anything, she spots Clover looking distracted from her surrounding.

"Earth to Clover. Are you okay?" Sam snaps her fingers.

"It's symmetrical!" Clover answers by instinct. "Huh-what was the question?"

"I asked if you were okay but you've pretty much just answered it." Sam says. "Alright, come on. Help me move these two tables."

Clover gets up grudgingly and continues working. "Where's the rest of your team? How come Derek isn't here to help? Irresponsible much?" She bickers as she slowly drags the table to its place.

Sam can't help but chuckle. So that's what's been on her mind. "Derek excused himself yesterday. He said he was going somewhere today. Rachel is also busy today, visiting her grandma, I think. "

Sometimes Clover finds it hard to believe that Sam is still in this maths club. The fact that it's a maths club is a minor reason but the root for her disbelief is in its members. There's Sam who is exceptionally intelligent and can have a winning team with just herself if she wants. There's Rachel who is always late to meetings and has endless excuses for every mistakes. And then there's Derek who isn't here either.

"So where is Derek going today?" Clover asks.

"I think he's with his girlfriend."

Clover's nose wrinkles up in disgust, she groans.

Sam spots the look in her friend's face and instantly asks the question. "You want to talk about it?"

"What is there to talk about?" Clover says before sitting down and spilling it all out.

Sam listens like she always does. The three girls are always there for each other whenever one of them is falling for someone else. Sam never thought there would be a day where that someone else would be one of them.

After hearing Clover's retelling of how she and Alex got here, Sam nods and asks the one question that Clover herself has been avoiding.

"Do you like her?"

Clover slumps down in her chair. "I don't know." She shrugs. "Well, I don't hate her."

Sam sighs. "It's hard to know what you're feeling when you're in these situations. So what are you going to do?"

"The only thing I can do. Sleep with her."

Sam hits her on the arm for the inappropriate humor. "Just because I know about you two that doesn't mean I want to hear more."

"You can be in on it too, you know." Clover teases.

"Oh shut up."

They both laugh for the sake of it. They laugh until the heaviness of the conversation fades away and they sit back in silence.

"I can't do anything. She already has someone."

Clover can't be bothered thinking about Derek because when she thinks of him, she thinks of Alex. And Alex is the last thing she wants to be thinking about right now. Yet she's always on her mind.

"Hey Alex!" Sam's cheery voice pulls Clover back into reality.

"Hey girls." Alex is standing there at the doorway with her duffle bag hanging from her shoulder so casually, fanning herself with a baseball cap.

Screw not thinking about her.

"Hi Alex." The blonde runs straight to Alex, giving her a warm embrace, almost lifting the Hispanic girl up in the air. Alex stifles a yelp.

"Woah hello there Clover." Alex hugs the girl back. "It's like I haven't seen you in weeks!"

"Well it felt like it." The girls laugh even though they just saw each other this morning.

Alex claps her hands together and turns to Sam. "Alright let's get to work."

The three of them continue rearranging the tables over and over again until Sam calls it a day.

"How was the soccer practice this morning?" Clover hands Alex a coke can and sits on the floor next to her.

"Tiring. Coach made us do drills over and over until everyone had the perfect time." She takes a sip of the coke. "I just wanted to get it over with and grab lunch with you guys."

Sam takes a seat next to them and opens a pack of chips. "Bad choice picking us over Derek because this is what we're having for lunch."

Alex smiles. "Good enough for me." She reaches for a handful of chips. "Plus Derek is over at his grandma's."

She attempts to reach for another handful but Clover slaps her hand away. "Slow down there, Miss I-Take-More-Than-I-Can-Chew. We only have 1 pack."

"Alright, alright." Alex licks the crumbs off her fingers but she stops dead when she sees Sam glaring at her. "I'll go fetch us some tissues."

Clover watches as Alex hurriedly runs out to get tissues before they can finish the chips. She tries to suppress a smile but this is way too cute for her to handle.

"Clover, Clover!" Sam snaps her finger.

Clover finally turns around when Alex's out of sight. "Yeah?"

"I think something's off."