Ryou had walked Rye home, earning a suspicious stare from her mother. Still, her mother invited him in. Rye didn't notice that, and he followed her all around the living room until she bumped into him.

"What the -" He muffled her voice with his hand.

"We wouldn't want you screaming profanities here, right? Plus, your mom might think I taught you all those crazy stuff." Right. Her mom. She hadn't remembered that her mother was there.

"Stop acting like a jerk! You don't own the place!" Her arms were flailing, and he couldn't help but laugh and fall unto the couch.

"Well, we don't now, but… we did use to own the place." He said, smirking. Rye had a shocked expression on her face. He continued, nonetheless. "I see you've made some changes here and there…" He said as he was practically inspecting the house. Her mom walked back into the living room.

"Ryou? Is that you?" She said, looking at him skeptically. He smiled at her, a smile that looked like he was trying to win her over. Rye's mom smiled back.

"Yes Mrs. Estrella. It's been a long time, hasn't it? How are you?" He asked politely.

Rye couldn't believe her eyes. Ryou, being polite. She thought that thing only happened in movies!

"I'm fine, thanks," Said her mom. "So how's your father doing?"

"He's doing great, ma'am. Business deals in Paris and all. He sends photos though, truckloads of them." He chuckled.

"That's great then." Her mom said as she left them in the living room again.

"And I thought that was some creepy guy in there…" Her mom muttered, fighting a smile.

Rye was still surprised. They knew each other?

"Yeah, yeah. I used to help her around the house, you know. Back when we were still in diapers." He answered her unspoken question.

"You won't do anything freaky, right?"

"I can't betray your mom's trust."

"Great. Now my mom actually trusts the arrogant jerk!" She thought aloud. He smirked.

"Mrs. Estrella, I'll be leaving. Father should be expecting me soon." He said to her mother, quite formally.

"Take care." Her mother said to him. He nodded.

As he stepped out the door, he turned around, winking at Rye.

"Arrogant jerk…" She muttered, thinking that he was out.

"Yeah, but you like me anyways." He whispered back, smirking before he closed the door and headed home.

As Rye and the rest entered school, they saw Sasha probably having a face-off with three girls. The five quickly recognized the three as Mae, Alena and Abby.

"Why would you guys stick up for that loser?" Sasha said.

"Not our fault that we like to spend our time helping other that telling people that they don't look good, that they don't fit in…or that they don't look as horrible as you do." Said Mae, grinning triumphantly.

"At least I wasn't the one who spilled water on herself and looked like she peed in her pants!" Said Sasha, smirking darkly.

"Well, we weren't the ones who leaned on the wall to pose for stupid pictures…when it was blatantly wet and …Who was the girl with the Smurfette-esque hair back in third grade?" Said Alena, laughing hardly. They'd continue hitting her, and they would never let her retort back.

"Remember the girl with geeky glasses and long skirts singing off-tune?" Said Abby.

Sasha was greatly annoyed. She left, together with her 'minions' or…Sasha-wannabes. Except that for right now, no one would like to be in her position. The three did know how to dethrone a queen…or drama queen. Sasha just hoped that she had said enough insults to ruin their reputation. Ruined reputation or not, they didn't care. When Sasha was away, the whole student body clapped and cheered for Mae, Alena and Abby.

Mae, Alena and Abby were in the same level as Sasha was. They were close friends with her before, until they noticed that she just loved stepping on people for her power trip.

The five, now joined by Abel and the rest were heading for the library to study and read Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Ryou's class would join them too today. Much to Sasha's dismay, she had to go through some counseling session. As Rye picked the book from the shelf, Ryou tapped her shoulder.

"Hey…Look! Isn't that the dude from our freaky dreams?"

Rye turned around. The man was reading a book that wasn't from this library, but it looked like it was from the library in their 'dreams'. The man was with Darah and Aina, who were beaming at them. The man had a white beard and half-moon spectacles; he was dressed in clothing that didn't seem anywhere near modern. He winked at her. She was unable to move and taken by surprise.

Before they left, Sasha was taken to a secluded corner of the library, together with twenty people who's jobs were to butt in other peoples' lives. Or the anger management community.

"So you had the dreams too," Said Rye, delight obvious in her voice. "I'm pleased to know that I'm not the only crazy person." Ryou rolled his eyes.

"I am definitely not crazy. Just a misunderstood genius." He countered.

"Really? In what world?"

"This one, crazy."

"I'm not crazy. Just a misunderstood genius." She said as she smirked, throwing his words at him.

Abel and Kaye were talking about the 'dream' too, and comparing about their powers in their 'dream'. They ended up laughing at each other about some private joke that others would consider boring.

Nina and Ramon were at the school's greenhouse, reminiscing about kindergarten and thinking about auditioning for the school play.

Fine and Bret? Well, they were in the music room. He tried teaching her how to play the guitar, which ended up with her making him sing a song. After that they gave up on guitar lessons and settled on walking around the campus.

Mae was feeding her obsession on some book series about some wizard-dude with glasses, only to be utterly disappointed that the last book's film adaptation wouldn't be released until the next year.

Alena was sitting in the corner of the hall, busily reading her manga as she saw that it was the only peaceful place there, as the rest of the student body was eating in the canteen. Sometimes their voices could rival lions' growls.

And Abby? She was in the Home-Arts lab, successfully perfecting her own chocolate that was even better than the ones sold for insanely high prices.

They were too caught up in what they were doing to notice Aina and Darah slip a small token of gratitude inside their bags.