Aimee and I spent the next few minutes reading to each other. After about ten minutes, we came to a mutual agreement to call it quits for the day.

Aimee closed her book and slid out of the booth.

Before she had the chance to walk away, I gripped her hand. "Remember our agreement."

She nodded. "Right. You stop trying to boycott practice, and I wouldn't mention what happened here to anyone."

Smirking, I let go of her hand as I relaxed back into the booth. "Good girl."

Great!

Aimee folded her arms, a glint shining in her eyes. "Would there be anything else, Master Romeo?"

My smirk grew. "Just one more thing, my faithful servant. I want to know what time Prickleberry released you yesterday."

"Well, of course, your wish is my command! He let me out about thirty minutes after he released the rest of you."

I frowned. "Just thirty?"

She nodded.

Strange, it's not like Prickleberry to not make good on his threats.

"But, I did have to write him an apology letter and submit it to him today," she added.

"How about Serena?"

"What about her?"

"When was she released?"

Aimee grinned. "Same time as me. She wasn't too happy about that."

"Understandable. Prickleberry might as well have sentenced her to death. I mean, she missed her hair appointment!"

Aimee's eyes twinkled. "I think I heard her talking to Sandra about placing a hit on him."

"Really? How soon can she get it done? I should find out if she needs any money for that!"

"No, no, no, we can open a GoFundMe instead! I'm sure all the students will be willing to donate five dollars for this noble cause!"

I snickered. Soon after, Aimee and I were howling with laughter, ignoring the dirty looks we were getting.

Finally, our laughter subsided, leaving me staring into her shining eyes.

Smiling, she asked, "You know what's funny?"

"What we were just laughing at?"

She rolled her eyes. "Apart from that! I was talking about the fact that this has to be the first time I've ever seen you laugh so hard."

Well, of course, I have to uphold my reputation.

I replied, "Treasure the memory of it because you might not get to see it again."

She scoffed. "Right, you need to keep up your 'tough guy' routine. Don't you ever get tired of it? I mean, didn't it feel good to be able to laugh freely for once?"

Why on earth would I feel good just because I laughed out loud? Sure it wasn't as stressful as having to bring up a constant smirk or straight face all day. Plus, it did feel rather good to be able to really express... Huh. Is she... right?

A cold chill ran over me.

My eyes focused on her face, which had a knowing smirk fixed on it.

Damn it!

I growled, "Not a word about today to anyone else!"

Her smirk grew. "I won't say anything, so long as you agree not to pretend during our sessions anymore. From now on, I want only the real Angelo Smith, not Angelo Smith, the self-proclaimed King of Bloomsby High."

"What the hell do you mean by self-"

"So, do we have a deal?"

I glared at her. One moment she's making sense, the next she's back to talking nonsense! She has no idea how popular I-

Her voice cut into my thoughts. "So, Romeo, do I have an answer?"

After a moment, I replied, "As long as you keep the details of our meetings between us, then you have my agreement." I stuck out my hand towards her.

The smirk on her face evolved into a smile as she clasped her hand in mine. "Deal! Well, I'm heading out. Before I do, though, give me your phone."

I frowned. "Why?"

"I need your number-" Her eyes flashed as I smirked, "-not for whatever is going through your perverted mind!"

"What, is it wrong for me to think you want to get my number so we can talk?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Depends on the topic you think I want to talk to you about."

I fixed a puzzled look on my face. "Look, I don't know what you're thinking. The only topic on my mind is Romeo and Juliet."

That didn't make her drop her suspicious gaze, but she said, "Alright then. Hand me the phone."

"I'm getting it!" Letting go of her hand, I dropped mine in my pocket and began to fish around for my phone. Finding it, I brought it out, then placed it in her outstretched hand. "Here you go, now we can communicate whenever you want. Just think of it, the two of us staying up at night, talking about young love-"

"Eww, don't make me puke!"

She took out her phone and typed in her number. After she finished, she handed my phone back to me. "Here. I'll send you a text so you can save my number."

She began typing again. A few moments later, a ping resonated throughout the room. I swiped to my messages and saw a word sent from an unknown number:

Douche.

I sighed. "Really?"

She smiled. "Just wanted to let you know what I saved your contact as. See you later, Romeo!"

"Unfortunately," I mumbled.

Lips twitching, she narrowed her eyes. "What was our agreement about you faking?"

I scoffed. "Who said I am?"

My lips began to twitch also.

"Sure, you weren't. Well, later!" Turning around, she strolled away from the table.

I stared at her retreating figure until she vanished out of view. After, I contemplated what to save her name as. After a few moments, I saved her as 'wildling' promising myself I'd come up with a better name later.

Putting away my phone, I grabbed my jacket and left the booth. But before I got far from it, the redhead waitress from earlier called out to me, "Excuse me?"

I looked back at her. "Is something wrong?"

"You haven't paid your bill yet."

I frowned. "Why on earth do I have to pay a bill when I didn't order anything? Or do I have to pay for the seat I sit on and the air I breathe while in here as well?"

The waitress gave me a confused look. "But didn't you offer to pay for your friend?"

I frowned. "What?"

"Your friend, the one that works here part-time. She told me that you offered to cover the bill for her milkshake."

I barely managed to restrain my jaw from dropping. She didn't!

With as much calm as I could manage, I replied, "I see. Yes, of course, I did."

Fishing out a ten-dollar bill, I handed it to her. "Help me with that, will you? You can keep the change."

Nodding, she smiled. "Thank-"

I turned away, continuing my journey out of the store. Taking out my phone, I texted Aimee:

LOL, if you think what you did is funny, then you are going to laugh when you see what I have in store for you!