Chapter 12 (1/2)

Part 1

I practically slammed my front door shut in a hurry this morning, though not because I slept in. Not at all. In fact, since technically I didn't sleep, even semantics agreed with me. Anyways, the reason behind my hurried departure was quite prosaic: I forgot to set my alarm clock and I was so busy writing scathing critiques on the internet about a certain B-movie adaptation of a certain famous mystery/horror novel that I was almost ten minutes late with my morning routine. Maybe that didn't sound so bad until one realized that said meticulously planned sequence of day-starting rituals only had an error bar of about thirty seconds. Because of this, my entire day started off with the wrong foot, compounding in my current predicament.

Once I made sure the door was locked, I turned around and rushed down the street. I didn't run though. Doing that would've been as good as admitting that I messed up. Instead I just... marched very rapidly, but in a calm and very casual manner that in no way looked weird or forced. No sir. That aside, I rounded the corner leading to the street with Judy's house, and all of a sudden the air was pushed out of my lungs by a bony impact.

I staggered back (while still maintaining a very casual and in no way frantically rushing appearance) and scanned the area for the source of said impact. It wasn't particularly hard to find the culprit, as Judy was sitting on the sidewalk right in front of me. Let's just say one didn't need to have Sherlock Holmes's intellect to connect the dots at that point.

”Soffy...” she mumbled while rubbing her forehead with one hand.

”I told you to pay attention when you are walking on the street,” I chided her half-heartedly and offered her a hand.

”Fhanfs,” she mumbled again after I helped her onto her feet, and when she lowered her hand and I could take a better look at her face, I was tempted to get something to drink just so that I could have a spit take.

”Correct me if I'm wrong,” I started after quickly clearing my throat, ”but is that a piece of toast in your mouth?”

My assistant nodded, the brown slice of bread animatedly dangling by its corner in front of her chin like a bell on a string.

”I faf ifn a fhuffy. I fheft ifn.”

”Don't talk when your mouth's full.”

She nodded again and then a moment later the toast began disappearing into her mouth like a classified document into the shredder, filling her cheeks to the point where she looked like a particularly well-fed hamster. It was about this point that even the last shred of my poise left me and got replaced by an amused grin I couldn't stifle no matter how hard I tried.

Anyways, once my assistant was done devouring her late breakfast, she repeated, ”I was in a hurry. I slept in.”

”Only a little,” I replied while checking my phone for the time. ”We can still get to school at our usual pace if we start moving now.” She nodded and wordlessly fell in line beside me as I started walking. I glanced over to her, and after some hesitation I told her, ”By the way, that was really clichéd.”

”What was?”

”The whole ‘running into someone with a toast in your mouth' thing.”

”Was it?” Before I could answer she already whipped out her phone and her fingers began dancing on the touch screen like a five-legged ballerina. I would've warned her about doing that while walking, but at this point I gave up on trying to keep her from doing it, so instead I just sighed and resigned myself to paying attention for two so that she wouldn't get herself injured. For example, by falling into an uncovered manhole. Like the one right in front of us.

I exhaled a soft groan and gently pulled her to the side. She wasn't exactly in danger of falling in even if I didn't do that, but it was better to be safe than sorry. By the way, who leaves a manhole on the side of the walkway uncovered in the first place?! That's just gross negligence. If someone falls into that, they could get hurt really badly.

I was about to stop and start looking for some sort of warning sign I could place in front of the hole when Judy tugged on my sleeve. I faced her, and she had an unusually serious look in her eyes.

”I looked up the toast thing. It definitely wasn't on purpose,” she stated quite emphatically.

”Are you sure?”

She nodded. And then she nodded again. I figured that meant she was extra-sure. I smiled and waved my hand to dismiss her worries and we began to walk once more.

”Relax, I knew that already. I just thought it was amusing.” She was a little puzzled by my comment, so I added, ”I mean, I didn't think you would be the one invoking the trope.”

”Who?”

”Hm?” I grunted, thrown off by the non-sequitur.

”Who did you think would do it?”

”Well, all things considered, the most likely candidate was--” I got exactly this far when the gods of comedic timing decided they were out for my blood and I was once again assaulted by a hard impact on my chest, just as we were rounding a corner. This time I instinctively braced myself and the person who collided with me pretty much just bounced off and hit the ground with a soft thud. I shook myself and groaned aloud.

”That makes it--” I paused as I finally recognized the girl sitting on the asphalt and my hand immediately lashed out to point a finger in her direction. ”That makes it twice today! What the hell!?”

”Faftf mfy fifne!” The blonde girl glared at me from the ground while cradling her head in her hands, a neatly fried French toast defiantly hanging from the corner of her mouth like a particularly clumsy trapeze artist.

”Don't speak when your mouth is full,” Judy parroted my earlier line at her. The princess flushed red and proceeded to devour the toast in about three bites. It was a little scary to watch. She didn't even chew!

Once she finished, she jumped to her feet and returned my pointed finger with a scowl that was half offended and half embarrassed.

”I said, that's my line! Pay attention to where you are going!”

”I was!” I answered, deeply hurt, but before I could continue my assistant began tugging at my sleeve.

”You were right about the toast.”

”I suppose...” I answered vaguely. I actually wanted to say I thought it was Angie who was most likely to do the cliché with Josh, but hey, I'm not above taking credit when it's freely handed out. It's not like I have high standards.

”So, did you sleep in?” I asked as I turned to the girl on the front with an amicable smile.

”I most certainly didn't!” She sounded about as peevish as I expected.

”If you say so... But then why were you in such a hurry?”

”I was—” she started, but then suddenly clamped her own mouth shut and glared at me as if I asked her a trick question. ”It's none of your business.”

”She was going the wrong way too,” my assistant impersonally noted, earning a glare of her own. It was somewhat reassuring that I wasn't the only one in the crosshairs for a change. Refreshing, even. But then again, Judy's question was actually a good one. While we lived in the same neighborhood, the princess actually lived a little closer to the school than we did. Not only that, we generally used different streets to get there, so the three of us running into each other was unlikely to begin with, but she was also going the opposite way when she bumped into me. I had a few ideas about her reasons, but I decided voicing my suspicions in front of her would've been counter-productive. As such, I simply shrugged my shoulders and nodded towards the street.

”Doesn't really matter. We should get going though, or we'll be marked late.”

I started walking, and before I knew it the two girls lined up beside me on both sides. I was about to resign myself to an awkwardly silent commute for the rest of the way, but to my sincerest surprise, the princess cleared her throat and gave us a smile that was only about 80% fake.

”So... What did you do yesterday?”

I raised a single brow at the unexpectedly direct question, but quickly regained my composure and let out an awkward laugh.

”Nothing in particular. I spent most of the day reading this webcomic I was interested in for a while. It's about these space-cowboys with a kickass ship that--”

”Wait! What are you talking about?! You were in town! I-I mean, weren't you in town? You said you two would go somewhere, didn't you?”

”Oh, that?” I smiled and glanced at my assistant.

”I had a family emergency,” she spoke up right away without missing a beat.

”Oh, speaking of which; how was your uncle?”

”He is recovering well. He should be out from the hospital in a week.”

”He got lucky. Why was he in the sewer in the first place?”

”Something about ‘everything floating,'” Judy continued without even the slightest bit of hesitation. ”He hit his head pretty bad.”

”Yeah, something about alien spiders masquerading as mimes, right?”

”No, that was from before he hit his head. He said the mime has been following him since he was a kid.”

”Tough.”

”He should get better though. He says he defeated it by hitting its glowing underbelly with a silver slingshot bullet.”

”Really? Wasn't that only supposed to work on werewolves?”

”I'm not an expert, but he said it worked. He threw it into a big hole and it no longer follows him.”

”Well, that's one way to get over paranoid delusions, I suppose...”

”All right, I get it!” The princess burst out (and between us). ”Stop making fun of me! I know you are talking about that movie!”

”What movie?” I asked innocently.

”We didn't see any movie,” Judy doubled down with a denial of her own.

”Yes, you did! Yesterday, in the cinema!”

”Really?” I smiled wickedly as I leaned closer. ”And just how would you know that?”

”I...” She paused, then fell silent, then slowly began building pressure like a volcano, an analogy which she dutifully followed up on by exploding all over us a few moments later. ”Shut uuuuuuuup!”

With that, she turned on her heels and dashed away at breakneck speeds. I rolled my eyes and made my hands into a funnel.

”Slow down princess, you are going to hurt your ankle again!”

She immediately came to a screeching halt, though she still managed to reach the end of the street by then. She whirled around, pointed at me, and yelled so hard I could clearly hear it even from that distance.

”Shut up! I hate you! Both of you! And your stupid mime movie!”

With that, she turned away from us and began running away, though at a much less dangerous pace. Let's call that a small victory. I turned to Judy with a small smirk and gave her an appreciative nod.

”Good improvisation there.”

She blinked at me (or maybe she just blinked in general, it was hard to tell), but then she faced forwards and gazed at the slowly disappearing form of the princess.

”Do you think she really hates me?”

I grunted dismissively.

”Nah, it's probably quite the opposite. She is contrary because she is shy.”

Judy continued gazing after her for a few more seconds before she muttered, ”She is complicated, isn't she?”

”A little, but who isn't? Come on, we should get going too.”

Judy nodded, but we could only take a couple of steps before we were once again halted by some fresh faces entering the picture in the form of Josh and Angie rounding the corner in front of us. They were looking in the direction where the princess left, so they didn't notice us until we were almost right on top of them. I hesitated a bit, but at last I just shrugged and called out to them, though maybe a bit louder than strictly necessary.

”Morning!”

The two of them didn't really twitch as much as they nearly jumped out of their skins. Angie recovered first and she flashed me an upbeat smile that barely had any visible traces of embarrassment.

”Morning Leo! Fancy meeting you here!”

”What a coincidence,” Josh added with much less success at trying to hide his guilty conscience.

”Not really,” Judy interjected. ”We take the same streets to school.”

”Yeah, we only met up a little earlier than usual.”

Josh chuckled awkwardly at my comment for a while, at least until he remembered that the ball was in his court and he quickly used the opportunity to change the subject.

”So, was that Elly?”

”Yeah,” I answered nonchalantly as I began walking, pulling the rest of the group with me. ”She slept in and was in such a hurry she went the wrong way.”

”Really? And why did she yell she hated you?” Angie inquired with her head poking over Judy's shoulder.

”Just the usual.”

It must say something about our daily interactions that this explanation was deemed one hundred percent satisfactory by everyone present. We walked in silence for a while, until Josh didn't seem to be able to hold back his curiosity any longer.

”So... What did you guys do yesterday?”

I glanced over in my assistant's direction and found her doing the same. There was something decidedly mischievous in her eyes, though in retrospect it might have been just the reflection of me.

”Nothing in particular. I was mostly reading this webcomic about these awesome space-cowboys, and...”

Part 2

The school's rooftop was somewhat windy but otherwise pleasantly warm for the season. It was the kind of weather that was just begging for everyone to get together and have a giant ad-hoc picnic under the bright blue skies. Sadly the others didn't share my enthusiasm, so it was only Judy and I sitting on our customary bench and eating our typical lunches.

”They refused to talk to you too? How cold.”

”Indeed,” my assistant agreed with me between two bites of her usual sandwich. ”Amelia did ask me a few questions though.”

”Really? About what?”

”About how I knew they were betting yesterday.”

”Oh, right. You called her up,” I mused while trying to figure out if I should eat my fish sticks with mayonnaise or ketchup. In the end, I decided on both, though not at once. ”What did you tell her?”

”That you used your newly developed psychic powers to spy on them and told me about it.”

”Hey!” I protested aloud as I took a page from Angie's book and pointed a piece of deep-fried sea-life at her in a decidedly accusing manner. ”I told you that was a secret.”

In light of this new information though, all those times the class rep was bothering me with her First Earth Battalion Standardized Test Papers (patent pending) between the morning classes started to make a lot more sense.

”It's refuge in audacity,” she replied between bites. ”Because it's her, the others would be less inclined to believe her and would think that I was joking.”

”That's...” I paused and tried not to furrow my brows too hard, but to no avail. ”Did you just steal my modus operandi?”

”I did my homework,” she answered with her casual monotone, but then she capped it off with a wink while somehow keeping the rest of her facial muscles completely motionless. It was so sudden and unexpected that I involuntarily laughed out.

”Ha! Clever girl! If you continue like this, I might even promote you to chief-assistant. For now, you can have a bonus,” I sarcastically offered her my molded fish-meat product, and she bit down on it without blinking an eye. She bit, chewed, and swallowed it in less than three seconds, after which she looked at me with eyes even more deadpan than usual.

”What am I, a dog?”

”You took the treat.”

”Because turning down food is rude.”

”Sure,” I smiled and held out the other half of the fish stick. She looked at it for a moment, uncertain about what to do, but then a blink of an eye later she snatched it out of my fingers and plopped it into her mouth.

”You are lucky these are tasty. Otherwise I would consider this teasing. And then I would sulk.”

”No, you wouldn't.” I chuckled and lightly shook the box in my hands. ”By the way, you can have more if you'd like. I've got plenty.”

She glanced at the pre-made lunchbox in my lap and nodded.

”Don't mind if I do.”

She reached out for the box and picked another piece, but as she was about to raise it to her mouth there was a sudden, loud bang on the rooftop. It startled her and the fish stick slipped from her grasp, landing with a thump accompanied by a soft ”Ah!” from her mouth. She gazed longingly at the deep-fried aquameat bar on the concrete before she glanced up at me.

”Five-second rule?”

”No! We are outside. Take another one; I'll throw that out later.”

”Aw.”

Before she could reach for the new piece though, the source of the previous loud noise began making its way towards us. Well, fine; technically it was the rooftop access door that made the noise, but let's not get bogged down in semantics. Anyways, once he found us, which wasn't that hard considering that the two of us were the only students on the roof this time, Josh briskly walked over and stood in front of me with a difficult expression.

”Man, I need your help.”

”What was that?” I turned to Judy with faked puzzlement plastered all over my face. ”Did you hear that? I could have sworn I heard Mister Cold Shoulder a moment ago... but there's no one here.”

My friend curtly rolled his eyes and flashed an almost growling grimace in the process.

”Ha-ha. Very funny. Listen, I'm sorry for ignoring you, which you brought upon yourself, by the way--”

”It really is strange,” my assistant nodded with her cheeks full of fish fillet. ”You are right. Eerie.”

Josh slumped his shoulders in defeat and let out a pained noise.

”Fine, I get it! I already apologized, what else do you want?”

I sighed and finally looked him in the eyes.

”All right, what's the problem? Did you have another fight with Angie?”

”No, it's the transfer student!”

That raised a brow.

”You mean the princess?”

”No!” Josh all but yelled in exasperation. ”The other one!”

Now, that raised two eyebrows.

”Another one? We didn't get a new transfer student.”

”She is not in our class. She is a freshman in 1-A.”

It was around this time the puzzle pieces finally began to fall into place in my head.

”Let me guess: She is your stalker from before.”

”Yes, she is the girl who... Wait, how did you know that?”

”He is psychic,” my assistant blurted out between two bites. I sent her a sharp glance in return.

”No, actually this time it was just simple deduction. Also, stop stealing my food.”

”You gave it to me.”

”I offered you some, not the whole box! I only ate a single one and half the box is gone already!”

”Stingy.” She looked down at her own package and offered me one of her sandwiches. ”Exchange?”

I tried my hardest to stay mad at her, but in the end I just snorted and took the offer, and before I could say anything she already snatched another fish stick.

”Listen, guys, your little quarrel is cute and everything, but I need help here! Seriously!”

I turned my attention back to Joshua while absent-mindedly unwrapping my new acquisition.

”Okay, I'm listening.”

”She wants to marry me!”

I was about to bite into my sandwich, but that made me pause and lower it back down.

”Seriously?”

”Yeah! She declared it when she attacked me on the first-floor hallway.”

”So?”

He looked at me like I was a particularly dim kid who needed simple concepts explained.

”I'm too young to marry!”

I blinked at him and, after carefully placing the unwrapped sandwich beside my depleting seafood reserves, I facepalmed so hard it might have even left a mark.

”You know, just because she wants to marry you, it doesn't mean you automatically have to.”

”Dude, you don't get it.” Josh's cheeks suddenly flushed red and he sheepishly averted his eyes. ”She is very... persistent.”

”Uh-huh.” I must have sounded even more skeptical than I intended, for Joshua gave me a look so severe I momentarily entertained the idea of taking a picture of it and selling it as bear-repellant. I sighed once again and crossed my arms. ”So, how exactly am I supposed to help you?”

”Idunno... You are the one who is good with girls; I figured you can give me some advice or something...”

”Wait, hold on. Me? Good with girls? Didn't we already establish this was an unfounded rumor?”

Instead of answering Josh only glanced at my assistant, who happened to be in the middle of trying to simultaneously take another fish stick and sneak another of her sandwiches into my lunchbox without me noticing. I raised a questioning eyebrow at her, and for her credit, she had the decency to redden a little bit.

”Equivalent exchange?”

I finally gave up and just took the whole box and put it into her lap.

”There, you can have it if you really like it.”

She looked blankly at the remaining fried fish fractions and promptly returned it into my lap while saying, ”It's no fun like that.”

So she really was doing it for attention! However, before I could properly express my disapproval over her behavior, my attention was drawn away by a smooth metallic sound as the well-oiled hinges of the door leading to the roof gave way. A moment later a familiar face emerged from the doorway, her long, impossibly white hair gently blowing in the previously established breeze. With each step she swung her otherwise rather petite hips like she was walking down a runway, though to be fair, she managed to make the uniform she was wearing look borderline glamorous. Now that I had a baseline for comparison, I had to say that as far as raw attractiveness was concerned she was easily on the level of the princess.

”Darling, where are you? I don't mind if you want to play hard-to-get, but there is no reason for you... to...”

The sultry voice of the girl entering our vision slowly faded to a whisper as she noticed me sitting on the bench. I shook my head disapprovingly and sighed.

”Snowy?”

”Y-Yes?” she stuttered as her previous seductive strut came to a guarded stumble. She awkwardly held her hands in front of her chest and refused to meet my gaze.

”What did I tell you about the vamp act?” She averted her eyes even further and mumbled something under her breath. ”I couldn't hear you.”

She stepped closer and spoke again, her voice impossibly soft.

”You said I shouldn't try it on Joshua.”

”And then what did you do?”

She finally looked at me and her eyes were filled with uncertainty. ”I... I couldn't help it.”

I shook my head again and sighed, but before I could say anything my friend raised his voice in disbelief.

”Wait a minute! You two know each other?!”

”Yeah, we ran into each other a few times,” I smiled at the motionless girl on the front. ”Right, Snowy?”

She nodded meekly, but Josh didn't let up just yet.

”Snowy? Is that her name?”

”Wait, you haven't been formally introduced yet?” She shook her head, so I waved for her to step closer and when she did so I turned to Joshua. ”Josh, this is Snowy.”

”Actually, her name is Neige Liliam Inanna,” my assistant interrupted, prompting a puzzled eyebrow from me.

”Wait, how do you know that?”

”You told me on Friday.”

As I thought about it, I could faintly remember off-handedly mentioning the name to her at one point or another.

”I keep forgetting about your amazing memory.”

”Don't worry, I will remind you.”

”Thank you very much,” I told her with a smile that was only the slightest bit strained before I returned my attention to the duo in front of me. ”Anyways, Snowy, this is Joshua Bernstein, aka the guy you have been stalking.”

”You didn't have to put it like that...” she muttered dejectedly, a response which I promptly ignored.

”So!” I abruptly clapped my hands, startling everyone present, and smiled. ”Handshake!”

The two of them blinked at me in unison, but nevertheless, their hands moved as if on their own accord. They both stared at their clasped hands like they didn't understand what was happening, but after a few awkward moments they finally proceeded to engage in a limp-wristed handshake while simultaneously trying to out-blush the other. I silently groaned and shook my head. They continued with the lifeless handshake for several long and increasingly uncomfortable seconds until they thankfully stopped, took a step back, and began to restlessly gaze at their toes.

At last, Josh sidled up to me and whispered, ”Now what?”

”What do you mean ‘now what?' Talk to her.”

”But I don't know what to say! She is acting completely...” He paused, apparently looking for the proper words. ”... different from before! What did you do to her?”

”Nothing.”

”Then why isn't she...” Josh animatedly wiggled his brows in the silent girl's direction. ”... you know...”

”It's because she entered into the range of the chief's womanizer aura. It's like when a predator goes into another's territory. It makes them nervous and subdued. Nature in action.”

I frowned at the girl sitting at my side, who by the way continued to periodically pilfer my food reserves without the slightest of reservations.

”I told you that I'm not a womanizer. Also, if you don't stop that, I will have to cancel your dental plan.”

She looked back at me, fake surprise sparkling in her eyes, but her hand still moved to take the last vestiges of my lunch.

”I have a dental plan?”

”You had.”

”And you removed it because I took your food?”

”Yep.”

”... Are we returning to an abusive relationship?”

I groaned aloud.

”Not now, we have other things to do.”

”Spoilsport.”

It was around this point when Snowy began slowly backing away with an apologetic smile forced onto her face.

”I'm sorry... I think I better leave.”

”Wait,” I instructed her, and she obediently stopped in her tracks. I placed my nearly empty lunchbox back into Judy's lap and stood up, grabbed Josh by the shoulder, and pushed him towards the still idling girl on the front.

”What are you...?!” my friend protested my rough handling of him, but due to the difference in our bulk, he couldn't really stop me.

”Okay, you two. See that bench over there? Nice, secluded? A perfect place for explaining yourselves and discussing misunderstandings, don't you agree?”

”Wait, don't I have a say in this?”

”You came to me for help, now don't complain if the medicine is bitter.” With that and one last push, I shooed them away. They both looked at me funny, but at last they walked over to the bench I indicated and grudgingly sat down. I sighed in exasperation and took my seat next to Judy again.

”Playing favorites?”

”Hm?” I didn't get what she meant at first, so she nodded towards the two awkward teenagers in the middle of engaging in awkward teenagerness. ”Nah, I'm just leveling the playing field while also trying to get ahead of any annoying developments. The less awkward romance-hijinks there are in the long run, the better for everyone.”

”I see.” My assistant gazed at the two for a few seconds before she returned her attention to me. ”What are they talking about?”

”I don't know. Right now they are probably looking for the right words to start a conversation while trying to avoid eye contact.”

”Can't you just listen in on them?”

I awarded my assistant a flat look and lightly shook my head.

”No. I'm not going to intrude on their privacy. I'm no voyeur.”

Judy was about to open her mouth, no doubt either to voice her admiration of my moral character or to deliver another of her verbal jabs. Sadly, history may never know which it would have been, as instead our conversation was interrupted by Joshua's voice.

”She is doing it again!”

I looked up and found him waving at me. Meanwhile, Snowy looked crestfallen and was looking at me apologetically. I sternly waved a finger at her and she shrunk back like a wilting flower.

”Sorry, it wasn't on purpose...”

I kept an eye on them for a few minutes, and while it was a rough start with no small amount of stuttering, they finally began talking in earnest. It seemed like the previous intermezzo finally broke the ice, and while they still seemed uncomfortable, at least they were communicating.

”I see.” Judy nodded to herself at my side while she plopped the last of my fish bars into her mouth. I wiggled my eyebrow to urge her to explain herself, and after she swallowed she continued; ”She got outside the effective range of your aura and she reverted.”

I sighed and offhandedly answered, ”Very funny.”

”Thank you, I'm trying.” Whether she really meant that or not I couldn't fathom, as my attention was drawn to the box on her lap. It was empty.

”Where did you even put all that food?”

She looked at the box as well and after a second of thinking, she moved her shoulders in what, with a lot of good will, could be called a half-hearted shrug.

”Girls have a second stomach for lunch.”

”Wasn't that for sweets?”

I got another flat look.

”That's just silly.” Saying so, she also reached back into her own bag and handed me another sandwich. ”Here. Boys need to eat more.”

”And whose fault is it that my lunch is gone?” I complained, but I still accepted the offer graciously. Though, as I thought about it, I didn't get to eat the ones she gave me either, did I? Weren't they in the box too?

I glanced down at the empty container again and Judy, as if reading my mind, averted her eyes with just the barest hints of embarrassment.

”You know, eating too much isn't good for your health either,” I grumbled as I unwrapped the sandwich.

”Don't worry. All the calories go to the most attractive part of my body.”

”Your brain?”

She fell silent for a good five seconds before she almost imperceptibly cocked her head to the side.

”I decided to take that as an endearing compliment instead of a backhanded insult about my appearance. You got lucky.”

I ended the conversation with a half-hearted ‘If you say so' and began munching on my newfound sandwich, but after the first bite I stopped. I chewed and swallowed it in record time before I turned back to my assistant with a question.

”Didn't I buy you a couple of chicken sandwiches?”

”You did.”

I looked down at the sandwich in my hand and raised the top slice. ”... Yeah, this is definitely not chicken.” Not only that, it had a full set of condiments and a reasonably fresh beef patty. It even had a different wrapping than the rest. ”You know, if I didn't know better, I would say this is homemade.”

”It is.”

”Really?”

My assistant nodded. ”I have more if you like it,” she replied, her offer accompanied by her presenting me with a couple more similarly wrapped burgers.

”If you had these on you, why did you make me buy you sandwiches?”

”Because those were my wages.”

During this whole conversation, Judy was so straightforward and made all my questions sound so oblivious that I could only groan in annoyance.

”Fine, then I will graciously accept your offer.” With that, I took another bite and started leisurely chewing... at least until I noticed how fixated Judy was on my face. For the first few bites I tried to ignore her, but at the end of the day I took a deep breath and turned to her.

”Yes?”

”Are they any good?”

I blinked at her a few times, then quickly tried to give her a ‘that's an oblivious question' look. Just to return the favor.

”Of course they are. Do I actually have to say it?”

She stared at me for a few seconds without a word before she looked away and faced forwards.

”You might be good at flirting with girls, but you lack delicacy. At this rate, you'll never find a girlfriend.”

I stifled a chuckle and raised the half-eaten burger to my mouth. ”I will burn that bridge when I get there,” I told her and was about to take a bite when I stopped, frowned, and glanced back at her. ”Also, I'm not flirting with anyone.”

”Sure, Chief. If you say so.”

After this point, I proceeded to categorically ignore my assistant and instead focused on her burgers (and no, there was no innuendo here), which I had to admit were surprisingly tasty. There were only a couple of minutes left of the lunch break and we spent them in comfortable silence. I periodically glanced at Josh and Snowy to see if everything was all right, but to my relief, they seemed to get along surprisingly well.

When the first warning bell rang before the end of the break Snowy visibly twitched. They shared a few more words before they parted and the girl scampered to the door. She abruptly stopped there as if suddenly remembering something she forgot, then she turned around, smiled at me, and gave me a small wave. I returned the gesture and a second later she was running down the stairs. While all this happened, Josh returned to our side with some residual red still coloring his cheeks. Sheesh, the guy could be really hopeless at the weirdest of times. Anyways, he sat by my side and gave me a sidelong glance.

”She is strange, isn't she?”

”Not stranger than some other girls I know.” At this point, Judy lightly poked me in the ribs with her elbow and I shooed her away saying; ”That wasn't aimed at you. Stop it.”

”I wonder if she will keep stalking me,” Josh muttered at my side in a slightly hazy voice, apparently completely disregarding the minor commotion at his side. I shrugged my shoulders in return.

”Probably won't. There is no point now that you are on speaking terms. If she does, just call me and I'll talk some sense into her.”

”Speaking of which.” My friend changed his posture so he could look me in the eye. ”How exactly did you get to know her in the first place?”

It was at this time the second warning bell rang, signaling that there were only five minutes left of the break. I promptly stood up and tilted my head towards the door.

”Let's get going. I'll tell you on the way.”

Part 3

I felt unusually tired as I left the classroom a good five minutes after the long bells signaling the end of the day sounded. Mentally, not physically. It might have had something to do with my assistant being more troublesome than usual, or Snowy showing up... Or maybe, just maybe, it was because I had to spend all the breaks between the afternoon classes restraining the princess so that she wouldn't try to drown the newest addition to the entourage in a spoonful of water while we weren't looking. The rest of the girls also took the news with minor reservations, but they at least attempted to feign disinterest.

I let out a weary sigh as I finally arrived at the main hall and trailed behind the rest of the group. We dispersed near the entrance to get our shoes. I headed for mine, only to stop in front of the locker and blink a few times in disbelief.

”Oh for the love of...” I griped under my breath as I noticed the piece of white paper sticking out from under its door, an exclamation I soon learned to regret.

”What is it? What is it?” Angie rushed up to me with the well-trained nose (or in this case, nosiness) of a blood hound, her eyes sparkling with equal amounts of curiosity and mischief.

”Nothing,” I grumbled while trying to hide the incriminating evidence.

”Oooooooh...” She suddenly grinned like a well-fed cat and began waving down the aisle. ”Judy, come quick! Leo got another love letter!”

I sighed and began to very, very delicately grind her temples between my knuckles.

”O-ow-ow! Not fair! Violence is bad!”

”So is spreading lies.”

She broke out of my hold and glared at me in a fashion that I was pretty sure had to be a secret technique shared only between teenage girls. Meanwhile, Judy also arrived at the scene and looked over us with her subdued brand of reserved interest.

”Sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear it properly.”

Angie looked over at my assistant and was about to open her mouth, so I quickly gained her attention by clearing my throat and making a few covert grinding motions with my fists. She audibly gulped. After a moment of hesitation, she looked at me, then glanced at Judy, and at last she took a deep breath and exclaimed, ”Leo just got another love letter! Bye!”

I reached after her but she slipped under my arms and immediately dashed away.

”I will get you for that!” I yelled while theatrically shaking my fist at her. She only grinned back at me from the entrance, as if saying ‘You have to catch me first!', and left with a small wave. I let my fist down and sighed in exasperation, which was followed by another as I noted the piece of paper again.