"It feels as if we're going to school again," Nellie told me, happily swinging her bag. But it was not the bright, fresh morning that had her in a cheery mood. It was the fact that she was about to see Theo.

Natalie sensed it, too. Adjusting her school's bag strap around her shoulder, she smiled knowingly. And in a sing-song voice, cooed, "The-o!"

"Shut up," Nellie said, playfully shoving Natalie.

"Hey, this is a brand new shirt. And I don't want you to wrinkle it," Natalie demanded. But she was still smiling.

"Please, no boy talk," Reagan begged, scrunching her nose in disgust. "I'm trying out for the soccer team today, and I don't want to have my head filled with mushy, romantic stuff."

That day was the beginning of tomboy week for Reagan.

"I agree with Reagan!" Dan exclaimed, not turning to look at us. He said he didn't want to hear any girl talk, so he was walking a few steps ahead of us. However, his plan had definitely failed. He had probably heard everything we talked about that short walk.

"Well, Reagan," I said, patting her head. "You won't have to. We've arrived at the Kabra mansion so you three can now walk peacefully to the bus stop."

"There's still airhead Natalie," Reagan said, frowning in displeasure.

Natalie humphed. "Just because I don't talk with weirdos like you doesn't mean I'm an airhead."

"I'm not a weirdo, you stupid flirt!" Reagan fought back.

"Who told you that? Aunt Beatrice? Because I'm so not a flirt," Natalie snapped. "Boys just find me pretty and want to talk to me, and I'm nice, so I talk back."

"You're not pretty or nice," Dan chimed in.

"Shut up-"

"I'm sorry, but how old are you guys?" I cut in.

"Sixteen," Natalie replied with great air.

"Thirteen."

"Eleven..."

"No eight-year-olds?" I proceeded to ask.

My three younger siblings suddenly predicted what was coming next, so they simply remained silent.

"Now go catch that bus and do your best at school," I told them, patting Reagan's back.

Nellie and I waited until we could see them reach the nearby bus stop to step inside the Kabras' vast garden. We were instantly met by Jonah. He was smiling, holding a platter of barbecue ribs.

"These are for you, Amy. I will only study until you reenact the scene with Ian at the Starlucks' dinner last week," Jonah told me.

"It's Starling," I murmured, grabbing the platter. Sighing, I inspected it. "These are too good to be wasted on someone like Ian."

And that was the truth.

Jonah laughed, falling on his back. "Good one! I guess you're right!" The boy suddenly spotted Nellie and stopped laughing. His brows furrowed. "Who are you?"

"I'm Nellie," she replied, smiling sweetly. "Amy's older sister."

"Is she on your good side?" Jonah asked me.

"Totally," I replied.

"Then welcome," Jonah said in a British accent. I guess he was trying to imitate his cousins.

We all walked to the front door, where Cheyenne was waiting. After greeting us, she let us in, where we found a smiling Theo and a serious Ian. Good thing I was going to spend some time at the library, or I'd receive more glares from the latter.

After I saw Theo approach Nellie and welcome her with a dorky joke (to which she laughed, of course), I knew it was time to set my plan in motion. What plan? The one to get Theo and Nellie together. Why do you thing I invited her to come along? I never did in my tutoring lessons. In the first place, I never gave any tutoring lessons to people outside my family.

Too bad I didn't know how to escape with Jonah to the library and leave Nellie behind.

Luckily, I woke up as a quick-thinking person that day.

"A piano!" I exclaimed, pointing at the grand instrument by the elegant yet cozy welcoming room. "Nellie, haven't you always wanted to play the piano?"

"You mean the-"

"Of course!" I exclaimed, grinning. I turned to look at Cheyenne. "Maybe you'd like to teach her some things while I set things up for Jonah?"

"Actually, I'm not the pianist," Cheyenne informed us. She pointed at Theo, whose eyes brightened. "He is."

Jackpot. Actually, more than jackpot.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Ian frowning. He crossed his arms in an indifferent manner. However, I ignored him, and gestured at Nellie with my hands. "Then, she'd definitely love some lessons. Right, Nellie?"

My sister's cheeks had suddenly turned pink. But I didn't wait for an answer, I just patted her back and left with Jonah to the library.

To which I didn't know its location.

After five minutes of wondering around the house, I felt as if I'd gotten lost in the desert. Suddenly, I was both thirsty and hungry.

"Are you sure you don't know where it is?" I asked Jonah.

"Why would I want to know where the library is?" he asked. "I only care about my room, the kitchen, and the way outside."

I nodded. I did not want to interrupt the two lovebirds at their piano lessons, so I decided to keep searching.

"Lost?" A hideous voice asked.

Ian's.

I turned around, not even caring to plaster a smile in my face. "Actually-"

"The library is the other way around," Ian cut in, pursing his lips. "Theo sent me to help."

So he knew... and yet, he didn't come to help. Probably to stay with Nellie. That was good.

"We don't need your help, dimwit," Jonah said.

"Actually, we do," I muttered. Turning back to look at Ian, I finally decided to smile. "Thank you, then. It'd be great if you took us to the library."

Ian simply sighed and motioned with his head to follow us. After we got to the library (which was only three minutes from where I was, so I wasn't so far off), Jonah began to roll on the floor, pretending to be a ninja in a mission to destroy books. My brother still did the same.

I calmly sat on a table and began to unpack my teaching materials, a.k.a the stuff Dan used when he was learning to read and stuff.

"Aren't you gonna stop him?" Ian asked me, staring in disgust at his cousin.

"Nope," I replied, arranging my materials. "He'll finish when he's tired, so he won't be too hyper when I begin teaching. Plus, I need to organize myself."

"You do know kids well."

I turned to look at him. Was he trying to hold a conversation with me? I gazed at him as he kept inspecting Jonah, who was instead now jumping around, screaming. I know I sound stupid for saying this... but maybe... maybe he regretted misjudging me? And maybe he-

"And you also know how to help your sister trap guys," he suddenly added.

I frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I know what you're doing," he told me, narrowing his amber eyes at me. "I know you're trying to set up Nellie with my brother. This whole thing is a plan of yours and your family's! Your aunt probably knew we wanted to enroll Jonah at that prestigious academy, so she mentioned you were a tutor, when you've probably never done it before. Then, you came up with that lie that your sister needed to come along to assist you. And when Cheyenne agreed, you probably returned home to stalk Theo on Facebook and find out what he likes! Hence, the piano comment."

My mouth was wide open when he finished. Not because I was shocked at his accusations, but because he had came up with a theory that resembled real life. However, I was not going to let him know that. One, because I only came up with my plan at the daycare and was not part of Aunt Beatrice's plan. And two, I do stalk people in Facebook, but I don't admit it. Even if it's true. So why would I admit to a stalking I didn't do?

"That's probably the most stupid thing I've heard in my entire life," I simply said.

"Deny it as much as you want, but I know it's true," he said, a maniac smile in his lips. "So you're gonna finish your lessons today, and then tell Cheyenne that you can't continue. I don't want fortune-hunters in my house."

"Hey, I do believe in getting paid after a day's work-"

"You know I'm not talking about that," Ian interrupted.

"Do you even know us? How can you accuse my family of something like that?" I asked. Sure, I wanted Nellie to get closer to Theo. But not because of his money.

"I've already met people like you who've tried to get close to my family, and I'm not letting it happen again," Ian menaced.

"The last thing I'd want to do is get close to your family because I don't want to be associated with you," I snapped back.

Jonah was now bouncing around. And Ian was scowling.

"You leave this afternoon, and never come back," Ian told me.

My phone rang. I quickly got it out and answered the call. Giving one last glare at the British idiot, I sighed, trying to calm my anger down. "Yes?"

"Hey, Cheyenne just invited me to stay over for dinner. They're making pasta!" Nellie told me, excitedly. I could hear the happiness in her tone of voice. "Please tell me you're planning to stay, too."

I glanced at Ian. In any other case, I would've left Nellie alone. But I wanted to annoy him.

"Sure, I'd love to eat dinner here," I replied, glaring at Ian.

Ian stood up with a humph, and stomped away.

Not even a sixteen-year-old did that. And I know. I've got a crazy one at my house.

Right, here is the next chapter. I wanted to drop by and say that I might not update next weekend... the thing is, I'm participating on this international school thing, and I'm going on a trip this Wednesday for it (nervous as heck!), and not coming back until Monday morning... after days of not sleeping LOL.

Well, to answer some questions or comments:

ChicaKabraROXoxo: Behold, Evan will appear soon. And for those who hate him... you'll hate him even more. Not sure about Casper... but Vespers will be mentioned. Not in the family-who-wants-to-take-over-the-world context, of course.

books R fun: 'A Respectful Tutoring Lesson'? As you can see, I used your idea and named this chapter that way :P