To my credit, I waited for a few hours before I went back to Nabila's room.

Lightly knocking on her door, I said, "Hey, sorry to disturb you both, but I need-"

Nabila sighed loudly. "He's gone, Aimee."

I burst into the room, grinning. "Bila!"

She jerked, shrieking, "What? Calm down."

"Sorry, sorry!" I took a deep breath. "Ok, I'm calm. So...did you both have fun?"

"Fun? Wh- what do you mean?"

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Oh, you know what I mean."

"Aimee, we only watched a movie!"

"So? That's fun!" I hopped on the bed, next to her. "Sounds like a chill little date-"

"Oh my god, it wasn't a date!"

"Ahh." Still grinning, I winked at her. "Nice little 'hangout' then?"

Nabila groaned, covering her face with her pillow. Muffled, she said, "It wasn't even planned. He came to see Amelia, then dropped by."

"Or he came to see you but dropped by to see Amelia on the way."

Nabila tossed the pillow at me, whining. "Stop, you're so annoying!"

. . .

The next morning, I was awoken by my insides stabbing at each other. Luckily, I had been prepared for the cramps since the beginning of the week; I made myself chamomile tea and noodles then settled in bed and put on a show. Since I didn't have a class that day, I was free to live out my discomfort in my room's comfort.

Around 10 am, I received a text from Angelo:

'Hey. How are you?'

I replied: 'Not great tbh.'

'Oh, what's the matter?'

'On my period :('

'Ahh. Do you need anything?'

'Nah, I'm good. How's class going?'

'I'll let you know the next time I'm in one.'

I sighed. 'You aren't skipping again, are you?'

'Whatever gave you that impression?'

'Right, so you are. How many classes have you attended so far?'

After a bit, he replied: 'Not a lot.'

'Isn't there a minimum attendance policy or smth?'

'There is, but I don't follow it. My family is a major donor of the school though, so I'm sure I'll be fine ;)'

I rolled my eyes. Of course, just like back at Bloomsbury.

I replied: 'Well, lucky you! You should still go to class tho. What's the point of paying for them if you don't attend?'

'So I can get the degree.'

'Why don't you just buy it outright? I'm sure you can do that.'

After a moment, he replied: 'Where's the fun in that :p'

I groaned. 'So wasting money is 'fun'?'

'Depends. Why do you care? It's not coming out of your pocket.'

'I don't have to pay for it to know that it's wasteful.'

He sent an eye-roll emoji along with 'Fine! I'll go to class more frequently.'

I smirked. 'Great! You can start today.'

'Gotcha. Talk to you soon.'

'See ya!'

. . .

I heard a knock on my door about two hours later. When I opened it, I found Angelo staring back at me.

My mouth dropped open. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"At least let me come in before you start the interrogation." Smirking, he waved the plastic bag he held. "I brought offerings."

I frowned, but turned and let him into the room.

After he entered and closed the door, I asked, "Now will you please tell me what you're doing here? Didn't you agree to go to class?"

He smirked. "Today? I don't remember that."

Rolling my eyes, I reached for my phone. "Well then, allow me to refresh your-"

"Anyways," He turned the plastic bag he held over my bed, spilling the items in it out. "Ta-da!"

I furrowed my brow. "Why'd you bring all of this?"

"For you, duh. I figured that your period may be kicking your ass, so I brought you some stuff." Grinning, he gestured at the items. "There's chocolate, cookies, ibuprofen, and tampons - yes, I still remember what brand you use."

Though my heart warmed at the gesture, thoughts began popping up in the darker parts of my mind.

"Wow. So you drove several hours just to get me this?"

"Well I had something to do nearby, so I figured I might as well do this as well."

"I see. But...why? You've never done stuff like this for me before."

Still smiling, he furrowed his brow. "What do you mean? This isn't my first time getting you tampons."

"Yeah, but the other times I practically had to beg you. Plus, you've never gotten snacks along with them."

He shrugged. "Well, I wanted to do something nice for you today."

Sure, so you came here just to deliver this? Totally believable!

Folding my arms, I sighed. "Cut the bullshit Angelo: why did you actually come with all this?"

He frowned. "I already told you - I'm hoping they'll help you feel better."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

After holding my stare for moments, he scoffed. "Look, if you don't want this shit, just say so and I'll take it back. I'm not trying to force it on you or anything."

Why do I feel like you're not telling me the truth? Think Aimee, why else could he possibly be here...oh!

I shook my head. "No, you can leave it. Thanks for bringing it."

He smiled. "Was that so hard to-"

"By the way, we're not having sex today."

He frowned. "Okay. Where did that come from though?"

Shrugging, I grabbed the bag and began packing the items back into it. "Just letting you know, in case you're expecting otherwise."

"Whatever. Am I allowed to stay for a while? Please let me know if you intend to subject me to another interrogation, so I can get mentally prepared."

Rolling my eyes, I plopped onto my bed and patted the space beside me. "Come, Romeo, bring your lap over here and make yourself useful."

He scoffed but smiled, taking off his jacket as he climbed into the bed. "Thy wish is my command, my sweet lady Juliet."

. . .

Despite my initial suspicions, whatever reservations I had melted away as I snuggled into Angelo's laps warmth. I relaxed as he carefully navigated his hands through my curls. Between that, the dark chocolate in my hand, and the show I was watching, I was in heaven.

He removed his fingers after a while. Fortunately, by then I was on my way to dreamland.

Unfortunately, my trip was disrupted by his whistle. "Damn!"

Groaning, I looked up at him. "I was just about to fall asleep."

He looked away from his phone, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, my bad."

"What's got you so excited anyways?"

Grinning, he showed me his phone's screen. "Be honest: what do you think of her body?"

I squinted at the Instagram post, appraising a dark-skinned, thick, skimpily dressed girl. "It's great. She looks like she hits the gym regularly."

"She does."

Chuckling, I snuggled back into his lap. "You say it like you know that for a fact."

"I mean she told me, so..."

"Ahh, okay."

The fog of relaxation began blanketing me again. However, it was soon dispelled by a thought:

Wait, what does he mean by 'she told him'?

I looked back up at Angelo. "By the way: who is that?"

Without looking away from his phone, he replied, "Kyra."

"Kyra?"

"The girl I met at the club. I told you about her, didn't I?"

My mouth dropped open. Motherfucker!

I sat up, glaring at him. "What the fuck? You're not serious."

Looking at me, he furrowed his brow. "What?"

"You're looking at pictures of her now?"

"What's the problem?" He chuckled. "Don't tell me you're jealous."

My face warmed. "No, it's just...it's weird that you're doing that while I'm on your lap. Also why the fuck are you laughing, this isn't funny!"

Grinning, he said, "Of course, my bad. Anyway, it's not like I went scrolling on her page; a post of hers popped up on my feed."

Huffing, I dropped my head back into his lap. "Whatever."

Dickhead.

Silence seized the room.

Angelo broke it after a few seconds. "Whatever reservations you have against her, you have to admit that her body is fire."

I scoffed. "It's not all that."

"What? You just said it looked great a few moments ago!"

"Yeah, but now you're acting like she's a goddess or something."

"Oh come on, you can't tell me that you don't wish your body looks like hers."

The fuck?

I sat up, shooting him a murderous look. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

His grin faltered. "I-"

"Are you saying my body looks bad?"

"What? No!"

"Then what the fuck was the point of your statement?"

"I was just trying to-"

"Why would I want her body? Mine is fine as it is!"

"I'm not saying yours is bad; I'm emphasizing how good hers is, that's all."

"So what, hers is better than mine?"

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Ah, so that's what it is. You fucking dick!

He stuttered, "I-I never said it's better than yours."

My eyes watering, I spat, "You know what? I don't need to deal with this bullshit, especially not today. Go to your precious Kyra, since you want her so bad."

Silence seized the room once again.

Angelo's only movement was to look down and stare at his hands. His face grew colder, icing any emotion that had been on his face.

Several seconds later, I growled, "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

Without looking at me, he stood up, grabbed his jacket, then left the room.

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