So, Mister Devilsin isn't lying, huh?

Normally, Cosette and Maxen would talk about their day whenever they had different agendas for the day. During school days, they would chat about just about anything. Of course, since Maxen was the epitome of good influence, they would mostly study. Flirting comes in second. 

That had been their habit. But alas, because of what happened with Amie, Maxen and Cosette didn't have to catch up. And when they talked, it mostly ended up in silence. So when Cosette realized that Maxen wasn't trying to 'attack' her because of what she had done, her conscience slowly ate her. 

"Max had been preparing for months for this day," mumbled Cosette, highlighting a note in her book, and then paused. 

To distract herself from thing anything tonight, Cosette forced herself to review. Sitting in front of her study desk, a deep sigh slipped past her lips. Cosette pushed herself away from the desk, leaning back with her hands propped on the edge of the table.