Milly finished quickly and met with Lance. "I think Fleur really likes you,you know?"
Fleur prepared to head back to Lance, but a low whistle from the end of the hallway. She quickly looked over, then narrowed her eyes and shut her locker.
"Hey, sexy," a voice purred as its owner approached.
"Va-t-en, crétin!" she shot back, hurrying down the hallway.
Rio laughed and jogged down the hallway. "I don't know what that means!"
"Good."
"You think so?" He asked, shutting his locker, and looked for Fleur. His eyes narrowed as he saw her hurrying toward him with Rio close behind, "Milly go on ahead and wait for us outside."
Milly's eyes widened and she hurried outside.
Rio caught Fleur's arm in a way that forced her to turn around and face him.
"Douche!" she snarled.
"Woah, that's a nasty word coming from such a pretty mouth," he purred.
"It is true!" she retorted. "You broke Milly's heart!"
He rolled his eyes. "Brunettes were yesterday. I'm into blondes…" At this he reached up and tugged on her hair.
"I'd step away if I were you. I don't believe she gave you consent to touch her. Heck, you know there's a teacher nearby, and unless you'd like to be charged for sexual assault, I'd move along," Lance clucked walking up to them, anger blazing in his eyes.
Rio's eyes moved over to Lance and he released Fleur's arm. "Geez, calm down…" he muttered, glaring at Lance before walking away quickly.
Fleur threw her arms around Lance's neck. "Thank you," she breathed.
"Of course," He hugged back then pulled away, "Come on, we don't want to keep Milly waiting, do we?"
"Of course not," she said simply. "Allons y!"
He smiled and hurried outside, "Hey Milly. Ready to go?" He pointed to the parking lot where his car sat.
"Yes," Milly said softly, looking between the pair. "What happened?"
"Rio tried to hit on me," Fleur explained, looking very unamused. "It didn't work."
"I stepped in before things went bad," Lance headed to his car and got in, "Whose riding shotgun?"
"What is shotgun?" asked Fleur right as Milly said, "Fleur can!"
"Front seat next to me," He responded.
"Oh," she said, blushing slightly and sliding into the seat. "I thought it was the passenger seat…"
"It is. Shotgun is just a fun name for it," Milly explained, getting in and sitting in the middle back.
Lance started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, "Okay where do you live Fleur?"
Fleur gave him her address, and Milly let out a low whistle. Fleur looked over her shoulder. "What?"
"That's a rich neighborhood," Milly said softly.
Fleur blushed. "Oh…"
"Yeah, very rich," Lance kept his eyes on the road, "Did you live in a rich neighborhood in France too?"
"I don't know," Fleur said quietly. "I never thought of it that way before."
"Ah, well that's okay." Lance turned the corner and headed down her neighborhood looking for her house
Fleur pointed. "That one."
Milly's eyes dilated. "Oh my God… that's your house?!"
"Uh… yeah," Fleur whispered.
(I love how you just put a picture)
"Amazing," Lance gawked.
(Yeah, I like having a picture to use for inspiration for, a character or a house or whatever. I have to visualize it.)
She blushed. "Um… thank you."
(Understandable)
Lance parked in the long driveway and got out of the car.
Milly got out too, and Fleur did last. The front door of the house opened, and a woman walked quickly towards them. Fleur waved. "Salut, Maman! (Hello, Mom!)" She turned to Milly and Lance. "This is my mother."
"Fleur! Fleur!" her mother called, hurrying through the driveway. She began to speak in rapid-fire French to her daughter. "Qu'est-ce que tu fais à la maison si tard? J'avais besoin de toi il y a une demi-heure pour le photographe! Et qui sont ces américains? (What are you doing home so late? I needed you half an hour ago for the photographer! And who are these Americans?)"
"Maman! Ce sont mes amis. Je vais me préparer en ce moment, mais ne les fais pas trop mannequin, (Mom! They're my friends. I'm going to get ready right now but don't make them model too.)" Fleur replied.
"S'ils sont vos amis, alors ils peuvent au moins venir à l'intérieur et regarder s'ils veulent. Ils t'ont conduit ici, n'est-ce pas? Allez! (If they are your friends, then they can at least come inside and watch if they want. They drove you here, didn't they? Come on!)" Fleur's mother stated, turning and heading back into the house.
Fleur turned around to face Milly and Lance again. "Uh… why don't you come in?" she said quietly.
(This is Fleur's mom: http://feathersheaven.e.f.f.unblog.fr/files/2012/07/nora.jpg
And this is what she's wearing: https://ksassets.timeincuk.net/wp/uploads/sites/46/2016/05/French-women-6.jpg)
"Photographer, huh? You didn't tell me you were a model!" Lance grinned, understanding the entire conversation.
Fleur blushed fiercely. "Uh, w-well…"
"You're a model?!" Milly cried. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Fleur tucked her hair behind her ear.