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"You were behind all this!" I accused Blue, who was smiling at me mischievously as I stepped back inside the apartment.

"It had to happen. Plus, you should've seen Aiden. Oh my goodness, June. He planned it out so well, I couldn't resist it! It was so cute!" She gushed, her eyes glowing at the thought of Aiden's charm.

I bit my bottom lip to stop the huge grin from making its way onto my face.

"WELL? HOW WAS IT?" She asked demandingly. I made my way over to her and took a seat next to her, plopping down on her bed.

"It was nice, I guess," I told her, a small smile playing on my face—partly because I was trying to contain my happiness, and partly because I found it funny how she was probably going insane at my lack of details.

"It was nice? Could you get any more vague? You better start speaking!" She threw her hands in the air, her expression in disbelief.

I let out a short laugh.

"I invited Joey. I didn't know it was a secret date. I'd forgotten he was coming." I stared and her eyes almost fell out of her head.

"You what?!"

I grimaced, allowing an awkward smile on my face shortly after.

"I know! I'm sorry. I had no idea!"

She sighed and shook her head at me.

"Okay. Anyways, what happened then?"

"Aiden threw our dinner table over the building and then I told Joey the dinner was cancelled. Aiden confessed his feelings for me and then we hung out at his apartment. We played in his mini arcade—which is awesome, by the way—and then played some game about answering two questions. Then he drove me back and I told him about Miles and we kissed." I let myself breathe, noticing I had practically told her all of that at once. However, my tone was indifferent the whole time, whereas she was trying to stop herself from screaming. Her eyes widened more and more as well as her grin and by the end of my explanation, her cheeks looked like they were about to explode.

"YOU KISSED?" She asked, practically yelling her question. "So like, are you two together or what? STOP BEING SO VAGUE AND BLOBBY ABOUT THIS. TELL ME."

Geez, she yells a lot, I thought.

I finally allowed myself to express what I was feeling and I beamed at her.

"Maybe." The corners of my mouth quirked up. "Sort of. Yes," I finished saying, and she squealed.

"THE SHIP HAS SAILED. I REPEAT, SHIP HAS SAILED. FINAL DESTINATION TO ISLAND MARRIAGE." She stood up, yelling—once again—at nothing in particular.

"Shut up! It hasn't even been an hour and you're already planning our marriage. Calm down, for goodness' sake, Blue." I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down on the bed, but couldn't help myself from laughing at her reactions.

"Don't call me Blue. From now on, you can call me cupid," she told me, a smirk on her face.

What am I going to do with her?

--

I groggily made my way to the door as I heard the doorbell ring, still feeling like I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night. I usually felt pretty awake after showering and just getting ready in general, but today I felt extra tired. I wasn't sure why. After all, it's not like I had gone to sleep late yesterday.

Who even came to our place this early in the morning?

I let out a yawn before opening the door, just to reveal Aiden standing there. I blinked a few times, trying to make sure my eyes weren't fooling me.

"Aiden? What are you doing here?" I asked him, allowing him inside.

He smiled widely.

"I thought my girlfriend would like some breakfast," he said, obviously trying to find anything to say just to use the word 'girlfriend'. He handed me a bag with food inside and a cup of coffee. I immediately opened it and found an egg, ham, and cheese croissant lying inside it.

I looked at my other hand and grinned when I found that the coffee was the lavender flavored one.

"How did you know?" I asked him, and he smiled.

"I have my ways." He winked. I placed my stuff down on the table and hugged him.

"Thanks," I said, and for a few brief seconds, we just stood there looking at each other, not quite sure what we were supposed to do. He tried to lean down for a kiss but I immediately stepped back and took a quick bite of my croissant.

"Mmm, this is good," I said, my mouth still full, and my eyes awkwardly shifting back and forth between Aiden and the croissant.

He let out a laugh, clearly amused at how awkward I was being at the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing.

I mean, sure, we had kissed before, but for some reason, I still wasn't exactly used to the whole idea of us being a couple. Letting him kiss me so casually was simply weird right now. I needed some time.

Or maybe I was just weird.

Either way, he was going to have to deal with it for now.

Suddenly, Blue walked in as we stood there and a grin slowly grew on her face as she witnessed Aiden standing next to me while I held coffee and a croissant.

"Well hello, sir. What might you doing here on this lovely morning?" She raised an eyebrow curiously as she walked over to us, swinging her small bag over her shoulder and making it cross over her body.

"Well," he started, smiling down at me and then looking back at her again. "I thought it would be appropriate for me to give this lady a ride. It would be very wrong of me to make her take the taxi everyday now, wouldn't it?"

This earned him an approving nod and smile from my best friend.

"I gotta give it to you, dude. You got game." She smirked.

"Hey, what can I say? I'm a Blackwood. It's in my blood." He winked, and she laughed.

"Well, I'll let you go now. Take good care of her," Blue said, shooing us out of the apartment as she opened the front door for us.

"You know I will."

--

As I took a sip of my coffee, I spotted some roses thrown in the car.

"Uh, Aiden?"

"Yeah?"

"Although it's sweet of you, you know I'm allergic to roses," I told him, furrowing my eyebrows together.

He quickly looked down at the spot where the roses lay and chuckled.

"Cupcake, not everything's about you." He shot me a look and I let out a short laugh before lightly smacking his arm.

"I'm kidding!" He quickly said, a playful smile on his face.

"Well, what are they for then?" I asked him, noticing we had finally arrived at the gallery. He found a parking spot and then turned off the car. I took another sip of my coffee.

"Those are for Mr. Falkov. I thought it would spice things up a bit. I'm excited to see how it goes." He handed me the flowers and I opened my door, allowing myself to step out of his car.

Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that stupid bet.

"If I start having an allergic reaction, it's on you," I warned him.

"Don't worry. Just don't put them near your face," he said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Wow, that's great advice. Ever thought of being a counselor?" I said sarcastically, and he slung his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

"Stop being so sarcastic all the time, cupcake. Just enjoy the moment," he told me as we entered the building.

"Aiden?"

"Yes?"

"Have I ever told you how annoying you are?" I asked, smiling up at him. He grinned down at me and pretended to be thinking about it before answering my question.

"No, sorry. I only recall you losing this bet," he replied smugly, and I let out a laugh.

"I'm so done with you."

"But we just got started!"

I mentally face palmed at this and was just grateful we had finally arrived to the classroom. I had had enough of Aiden's stupid comments. I still wasn't sure how I agreed to be this idiot's girlfriend.

As soon as we walked in, Aiden untangled himself from me and shot me a wink before walking back to his seat. I followed him and he raised an eyebrow, obviously wondering why I followed him instead of giving Falkov the roses.

"Go do it!" He whispered.

"Not yet. I have the perfect plan." I smiled, and his eyebrows raised, impressed.

"So you did think about it after all, huh?"

"I'm always prepared for a dare," I told him, and he smirked.

"I have the feeling you guys are up to something," Blake said, joining in our conversation. Aiden turned to look at him and gave him a half smile.

"Aren't we always?"

Blake responded with an agreeing nod.

"Make sure you record it," Aiden added, and Blake laughed.

"You two certainly know how to keep one entertained," Blake said, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oh, let's not even get started with you and Blue. We have some talking to do," I reminded him, lightly poking his chest, and he let a cheeky grin onto his face.

"Looking forward to it."

"Everyone, settle down," Mr. Falkov said, and Aiden shot me a sideways look, a small grin playing on his lips.

"As you all know, you will continue to work on your projects. Today is the last day Joey will be here so the three of you working with him—do all you can. You should already know what your midterm project will be," he said, eyeing Aiden and I. I hadn't really asked Aiden what he was planning on making but I already had my idea.

"Any questions?"

I slowly raised my hand and, as the two boys beside me watched, I knew Aiden had finally figured out what I was doing. He shot a quick look at Blake and the brown haired boy immediately pulled out his phone and started to record without the teacher noticing.

"Yes, June?"

"I have an announcement to make," I replied, grabbing the roses and standing up. Mr. Falkov gave me a concerned look, his left eyebrow immediately raising as he fixed his eyes on the flowers in my hand.

"What's this all about?" He asked nervously, his eyes awkwardly shifting to the rest of the class and then back at me. I let a sly smile onto my face and then it turned into a full grin.

"I don't really know how to say this but—" I paused, looking away shyly and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I think you're a great art teacher and I think we have a lot in common," I started, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in the words I was saying.

A frown fell upon his face and he quickly fixed his multi-colored bowtie, clearing his throat.

"You better go back to your seat, young lady. I don't know what this is but you better go back. You're interrupting my class!" He scolded, giving me a stern look, which earned him a few snickers from not only Blake and Aiden, but also several other students.

"Well geez, I'm sorry I love you," I mumbled apologetically, my eyebrows saddening. "It's just you always encourage us artists to express ourselves and I just couldn't deny myself from this anymore," I said rather dramatically, and the classroom was suddenly filled with giggles.

Mr.Falkov immediately shot them all a look, but his eyes showed he was evidently drowning in discomfort. Poor old man.

"I will not put up with this!" He yelled, and I bit my lip, not only to make it seem like I was hurt by his reaction, but to stop myself from bursting out laughing.

"I-I got you these, also," I said, my voice suddenly sounding small and vulnerable. I slowly handed him the flowers and he snatched them from my hands, immediately throwing them—rather aggressively—inside the trashcan by his desk. He stared at me in utter shock and I just stood there, holding my own two hands together and slightly rocking them back and forth in a shy, childish manner.

His face turned red as his expression hardened and he clenched his jaw, a neck vein suddenly popping out.

Oh goodness. I'm so getting kicked out of this place.

"Go back to your seat immediately or you will be disqualified from the competition. Now," he said through gritted teeth, the old man becoming even more bitter than usual—if that was even possible.

I quickly nodded and began walking back to my seat, every pair of eyes intensely fixed on me. Many people were smiling, obviously amazed at my savageness. Others just gave me annoyed looks. Looked like, to them, I was that annoying kid that disrupts class and doesn't fear the teacher.

I think I like the other half of the class better, I thought

I noticed Joey looked like he was trying to hold back a smile, making me smirk. Even his own nephew found this amusing.

I'm such a bad student—actually having the audacity to enjoy this situation. Who have I become?

I blame it on you, Aiden Blackwood.

As soon as I sat back down, Blake put his phone away.

"I can't believe you actually did that," Aiden told me, a proud grin on his face. Normally, I would've probably smacked him, but part of me was actually really happy at how proud he looked. I was always so uptight around him and it felt kind of good getting a glimpse of what it was like to be spontaneous and carefree every once in a while. I wanted him to see I wasn't always just boring and concerned.

Or maybe all this was just part of the adrenaline rush from my previous daring actions against the teacher.

Either way, I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"I don't break my promises." I smirked, shooting him a quick wink, and Blake shook his head.
"You guys never fail to surprise the public," he admitted, letting out a deep laugh.

"Hey, someone's gotta be the entertainment, right?" Aiden replied.

"Very true."

"Everybody, get to the garages. We have no more time to waste. Go on," Mr. Falkov said, his tone still angry. His expression had hardened and he shot Aiden and I a dirty look before walking back to his desk and beginning to type away on his laptop.

We all walked back out to the garages and Charlotte made her way over to us as soon as we reached our spots.

"Oh my goodness," she started, allowing a playful smile onto her lips. "That was hilarious!" She told me, her voice—somehow—going up an octave higher than it already was.

I let out a small laugh and Aiden wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer towards him for the second time today. Charlotte raised an eyebrow as she witnessed this and I found myself giving him a strange look as well. However, I didn't say anything—not that there was anything in specific I could actually say, anyways.

"Yeah, I just hope it doesn't affect me when it comes to grading the assignments," I admitted, and she laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine. Everyone would notice if he gave you a bad grade unfairly on purpose. Your work is too good to not get a good note on it," she reassured me, and I smiled. Aiden let out a small grunt, making me frown.

"Thanks," I replied, and then walked away from her, dragging Aiden along with me.

"Why are you being weird?" I asked him,and he gave me an I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about fake, innocent look.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't act like you don't know. Everytime she starts talking to us you get all grumpy," I said bluntly, and he blinked at me. He didn't answer my question at first, but after a few seconds, he finally let out a defeated sigh.

"I don't know. She just seems sketchy. It makes no sense for her to be so nice to you all of a sudden when she clearly disliked you before and obviously likes me," he explained, moving his hands a lot as he gave me his opinion.

I thought about it for a second and then shook my head.

"Well, people change. Look at me, for example. I hated you when I first met you and now I'm your girlfriend. The Earth spins and tables turn. Stop worrying so much." I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Besides, who cares if she likes you? It's not like she can have you," I reasoned, and his eyes flickered down at my hand on his shoulder and then at me.

He rolled his eyes but smiled lightly.

"Okay, whatever. You win," he said in defeat, and I beamed at him.

"That's the spirit!" I replied cheerfully, and he laughed.

"Alright, let's go work now." He grabbed my hand and we walked over to the table where Joey and Charlotte were seated.

I took a seat between Charlotte and Aiden, and Joey looked slightly uncomfortable when he noticed Aiden's darkened expression towards him. I couldn't blame him though. My oh-so charming boyfriend was practically burning holes through the poor guy's head with his invisible eye x-rays. Aiden could really be intimidating when he wanted to be.

I shot him a look, my eyebrows knitting together, and lightly elbowed him in the ribs.

He finally leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and a half smile resting on his face, clearly satisfied with Joey's reaction.

Jerk.

"Alright," Joey mumbled awkwardly, gathering all his papers together. "We're going to do human figures on a canvas today. This means you will all have to go change into our special art clothes and will run towards a canvas as you are covered in paint. We will also be doing handprint art on it as well," he said, his tone indifferent and his eyes fixed on his papers the whole time. I felt kind of bad for him. Aiden needed to cut him some slack. What happened yesterday had been my fault, not Joey's.

Joey stood up and we all followed after him as he lead us back into another room inside the building. As soon as we walked inside, my eyes drifted towards the sets of white folded clothes—no, onsies, on a table.

We all made our way over to the table and each one of us took one. Aiden extended it out and looked at it skeptically before turning his head to look at Joey.

"Do we have to wear these?" He asked.

"Unless you want to do it in your underwear and shirtless then yes, I suggest you do wear it," he replied, and Aiden let out a dry laugh.

"Then I shall do that." He began taking his shirt off and I quickly pulled it back down.

"Aiden!" I whisper-yelled, and he rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, cupcake. I know you don't mind." He smirked, and I gave him a look. He mumbled a 'fine' and started to slip on the onsie instead.

When we were all dressed, we just stood there as we waited for Joey to explain what we would be doing next.

"So," he started, pacing around the room, his gaze fixed on all three of us. "Pick three colors and cover yourselves in them. You will run towards the big canvas you have each been assigned to and then do what you need to do to create a masterpiece." He smiled, and Charlotte looked slightly disturbed.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked, letting out an incredulous laugh. "There is no way I'm running towards a canvas and crashing into it to make 'art'," she said, making the quotations on the word art with her fingers.

"Oh, please. Have a little bit of fun, will ya?" Aiden said, clearly annoyed at her diva-like attitude, and she looked slightly taken back at his confrontation, her mouth agape.

"Uhm, okay," she replied awkwardly, her eyes quickly shifting back to Joey. Joey just let out a light chuckle and spoke again.

"Let's start then."

And we begun.

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"This is gross." Charlotte groaned as she tried taking some paint off her hair, her fingers aggressively attempting to untangle the bright purple color out of it.

"I thought it was fun." I shrugged, stuffing my hands inside the big pockets on my onsie.

Sure, smashing my face into a canvas wasn't exactly my idea of fun, but I couldn't deny the fact that the outcome of it all was quite intriguing.

There were human like figures on each canvas, all of them looked slightly different, and then we had proceeded to fill up the rest with handprints and fingerprints as well as just using our hands as our substitutes for paintbrushes. The whole point of it was to make art with your body only. In all honesty, it looked pretty great.

"And our pieces look amazing. I gotta give it to you dude, this is definitely a good method. It works well for abstract stuff," Aiden admitted, his gaze fixed on Joey, who looked surprised at Aiden's honest comment.

A smile made its way onto Joey's face and he nodded.

"I know. It's one of my personal favorites."

"Well, now what? We can't just spend the rest of the day covered in paint. I need a shower," Charlotte interrupted, a frown upon her face.

"I believe you may go back home. Class is almost over anyways so you're all good to go," Joey told us, and Charlotte let out a breath of relief.

"Thank goodness. This smell is killing me," she overdramatized, and I shook my head playfully, a small smile playing on my lips as I recalled all the memories of Aiden and I's paint fight.

That smell really was prominent. I was surprised it wasn't affecting me much right then, to be honest.

"Well, thanks for the great lessons. It was definitely an honor having you here!" I told Joey, and he grinned.

"Thank you very much. I'm glad to know somebody appreciates my work," he said, his eyes sparkling with what I believed was gratefulness.

My eyes quickly shifted towards Aiden's, hinting at him that he should tell Joey something too.

I knew he wasn't exactly happy to have Joey around, but he had really taught us some helpful things. Aiden just needed to swallow his pride and get his dumb jealousy problems out of the way.

He seemed to catch on to what I was trying to tell him and although he looked hesitant for a second, he gave in and spoke.

"Yeah. I know I've been kind of a jerk but June is right. It's always good to have someone besides Falkov, no offense by the way, teach us stuff." Aiden told him, and Joey let out a laugh,

"It's okay, I guess. It really isn't a problem. I enjoy helping out. Plus, I got paid for this so..." He replied, and Aiden chuckled.

"Alright. I'm glad you've both had some bonding time but I believe we should get going now," I said, smiling in satisfaction.

Aiden nodded and then did some weird handshake with Joey. You know, that thing guys do. Pretty sure it's just in their nature to know how to get those handshakes right.

Whenever I try, unless I've practiced it about five times, I'll fail miserably at figuring out how that goes.

"Let's get going then," Aiden said, and we went to take off the onsies and then walked back to his car. He quickly stopped me before I entered.

"Oh no, you better not do that. There's no way you are getting in my car with that on," he told me, and I blinked at him.

"Well then what am I supposed to do?" I asked him.

"Well..." He started, looking around for nothing in specific. "Maybe we could take a taxi and go home. Then I could just come back for my car later."

I nodded in agreement.

"Poor taxi driver." I laughed.

"That's what we pay 'em for, right?" He chuckled, beginning to walk towards the sidewalk. I followed after him and, a few minutes later, we finally got a driver to stop by.

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"Aiden, something's wrong," I said, furrowing my brows in a worried manner.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his expression suddenly clouded with concern.

"I think the roses caused an allergic reaction." I bit my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from smiling and also to make Aiden believe it.

"What?" He asked, letting out a brief nervous laugh. "Are you serious?"

"I feel really bad," I told him, keeping a straight face.

His eyebrows immediately furrowed, and his eyes began to scan my face, trying to find a sign indicating I was just messing with him—he didn't find it.

"Well uh," he began, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "what exactly happens when you do? Do you like pass out or what?" He asked, his tone mixed with awkwardness and worry.

"I get a deadly rash. Once, it spread so badly I had to go to the hospital," I lied, doing everything in my will to not burst out laughing.

His eyes widened, fear written all over his features.

I knew it was cruel to do so but I couldn't help it. This was payback for making me think he was drowning at the lagoon the other day. Plus, I couldn't deny that it was extremely fun messing with him. Seeing him so helpless was just too amusing.

"So, what should I do? Is it bad?" He asked, and I replied with a weak nod.

"It's all over my butt." I sighed, and he stared at me blankly. His gaze was fixed on me, looking like a lost puppy.

"June, I swear..." He started, trying to hold back a smile, not sure whether I was serious or not. "If you're messing with me..."

"Why would I lie about a severe butt rash?" I asked, blinking innocently at him.

He let out a dry chuckle, clearly not sure how to handle this situation.

"I don't know! Because you're June," He stated, shrugging.

"Because I'm June? What does that even mean?" I laughed, and the corners of his lips curved up.

"You play too much. I never know what to expect from you," he admitted, and I nodded.

"Butt rashes are a very real thing," I said, and he let out an exasperated sigh.

"Tell me the truth woman!" He whined, but a smile remained on his face.

"Dude, I'm serious." I deadpanned. "I think you're gonna have to check it."

"What?" He asked, his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

"Check it! See how bad it is. I could die!" I said, suddenly sounding panicked.

"I'm not going to check your butt rash!" He whispered, his cheeks suddenly turning into a crimson red.

"You have to!"

"Let's just go to a hospital!" He tried, and I shook my head.

"No! What if it's not that bad and we just go for nothing? Just check it!" I told him, already beginning to turn around, a horrified expression on his face.

"What the- NO! I can't check your butt, June! Are you insane?" He said, trying as hard as possible to maintain a whisper voice.

"C'mon, just do it!" I whined, sounding annoyed at him not wanting to do it.

"We're in a freaking taxi!" He reminded me.

I shot him a look, and he finally let out a sigh. He stared at me for a second, biting his lip.

I nodded at him reassuringly as if allowing him to go ahead and check my butt.

His hand slowly began to reach for my pants to pull the back down and just as he was about to reach it, I stopped him.

"Wait." I stopped him, his green eyes meeting my hazel ones.

"What?"

"You have to do it a certain way," I told him, cautiously.

"Okay...?"

"All you have to do is lightly spank," I said slowly, my face completely serious.

His mouth was slightly agape and then, after a few seconds of staring at each other, he narrowed his eyes at me.

I finally got to the point where I couldn't contain my laughter anymore and burst out into a fit of laughter, tears rolling down my cheeks as I clutched my stomach.

"I hate you so much," he grumbled, shaking his head in annoyance at me. "I thought you were serious for a second."

"That was so funny," I said in between laughs, a grin plastered on my face.

"Was not," he spat back childishly.

"I was getting ready to turn to a hospital," the taxi driver interrupted, the sound of his voice startling both of us.

Oh yeah, I forgot about him.

"I'm sorry about that. She has a tendency to mess with people, like that," Aiden told him, shooting me a glare, and I hit his arm playfully.

"Oh yeah, says the one who pretended to die in a freaking lagoon," I reminded him, shooting him a glare back. He let out a light chuckle.

"I still feel bad about that," he told me, and I rolled my eyes playfully. "Kind of..." He added, a lopsided grin playing on his lips.

"Whatever," I replied, wiping some paint off the seat. I really did feel bad for this driver. He was stuck with us and he had to deal with a paint covered backseat.

He was bound to lose a lot of costumers today.

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A/N:

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