Chapter 18: Keeping Things Quiet

Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzz—WHAM!

Angel groaned as she strained to open her eyes. Everything around her seemed blurry and she couldn't focus her vision to read the time on the clock that she just smacked quiet.

"Fuck, it's already 7," she moaned as she tried to sit up. But something around her waist was stopping her. She sighed and tried to push the heavy arm off of her but he only held on tighter. "Ichigo, get up. We need to get ready for school."

"Mmm," he grunted as he pulled her body closer to him.

"Ichigo," she sighed, "It's Monday. Don't you have a staff meeting today?"

"I don't care," he mumbled against the pillow, "I need more sleep."

"Well you would have gotten more sleep if only you had left me alone last night," she glared at him.

A wide smirk appeared on his tan face before he slowly blinked open one eye to look at her. And there was that mischievous glint that always appeared right before he jumped her.

"Oh no, don't think I'm going to let you do that," she warned him. With whatever strength she had that moment Angel shoved his body away from her, successfully getting out of his tight hold.

"Hey, why are you trying to ruin the fun?" he pouted.

Angel rolled her eyes as she quickly slipped on the shirt Ichigo had on last night. She stood up from the bed and quickly started gathering all of her stuff to get ready for school. "Because unlike you, I actually want to go to school." She turned back and grinned. "Bia is treating me today after school."

Ichigo stared at her in disbelief. "So you actually won the bet?"

"Yup!" she announced happily. Angel couldn't stop thinking about how she accurately stated that Montes-sensei would kiss  Clara by the bonfire during the festival only a few days before. For some reason Bia thought Clara would instigate it first but nope! Noel actually had a back bone. "She's taking me and the others to the new café that opened up last month. I heard the cake there is really good."

"Don't tell Mark that. His heart's going to get broken," he joked as he rolled around under the covers.

"Aren't you going to get ready?" she asked him just before heading out the door.

Ichigo nodded. "You take a shower first. I'll get ready once you're done."

Angel stared at him skeptically but when another minute passed on the clock she quickly headed to the bathroom to spend the next thirty minutes getting ready for school.

Once he heard the bathroom door close, Ichigo stretched his arms in front of him before straining his body to sit up. A big yawn came from him as he scratched an itch on his chest. Looking around he noticed how messy their room had become.

After the first night they officially slept together, they ended up spending the rest of that day moving most of Angel's stuff into his room (since there was no more reason not to). But they've been so busy with school and other bedroom activities that they never really had the chance to clean up the place properly.

"Psh, we can do that next week," he groaned as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and pushed himself up. In all his nude glory, Ichigo stretched the rest of his dormant muscles before slipping on a new pair of boxers and heading out the room.

He passed by the bathroom door where he could clearly hear the shower head running, and went straight for the kitchen. He was very tempted to go inside and join Angel for a 'shower,' but she would just end up hitting him again. So he decided not to jump her in the shower…on school days at least. Once it was the weekend, she really didn't say anything to what he does to her.

When Ichigo reached the kitchen, he pulled open the refrigerator door and peer inside. There really wasn't much left in here which meant he needed to go to the groceries later after school. He reached in and started to pull out some random stuff to start making breakfast.

Several minutes passed before Angel finally came out, drying her damp hair with a towel as she made her way to where the good smell was coming from. "What are you making?"

"Just some egg and toast for breakfast," he told her without turning away from the stove, "We need to go buy some food later today."

Angel came up and stood next to him. "Well, I'm out for an hour or two after school which should give you enough time to finish your stuff and meet me at the grocery store."

"Psch," he snorted as he dumped the scramble eggs onto a plate, "No need to go that far. Let's just go to Mark Shoten. That bastard's been trying to get me to come and check out his new vegetable garden. Not to mention he has whole bunch of stuff we can get for free."

Angel merely shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed a glass of milk and sat down. "Okay, I can meet you there then."

As Ichigo brought the food to the table, he nodded back at her before taking a toast and walking away.

"Where are you going?" Angel asked as she started to spread jam on her slice of toast.

"To take a fucking shower," Ichigo replied as he disappeared into the bathroom without another look. Angel rolled her eyes as she quickly ate the breakfast Ichigo made for her.

Feeling bored without her foul-mouthed teacher next to her, Angel looked around the apartment and cringed. They really needed to clean up the place soon. Oh well, that can wait until next week.

"Look who got up late."

Angel rolled her eyes as she quickly sat down at her seat. "I'm not late."

"Yeah you are," Jane snickered, "At least for your standards. You're usually here thirty minutes before the bell rings. But now there's only a minute left."

"Jeez, thanks for telling me how boring my life is," she groaned as the bell rung. Jane grinned at her friend before heading back to her seat.

Ichigo entered through the door and walked up to the podium in front of the classroom. "'kay guys, settle down," he shouted over the noise. "I have some announcement." He waited for everyone to settle down and shut their mouths before continuing. "I just got some news from the staff meeting. Apparently on Friday, our class made the most money with the café."

A loud cheer exploded from the students of class 3-2, Jonny being the loudest of them all.

"Yeah and apparently, over the weekend the school got a lot of applications from incoming high school students so things are looking pretty good. I think you guys might get an award or something," Ichigo shrugged his shoulders.

"Does that mean we don't have to work today?" Jonny eagerly asked.

"Sorry but I'm not that generous," Ichigo said, "Let's start by discussing some questions." He turned around and started to write some stuff on the blackboard while the rest of the class pulled out their books with a heavy sigh.

But Jonny couldn't help but feel amazed at what Ichigo was teaching in front of the class. Even though his semi-permanent scowl was still in place, she could tell by his obvious body language that he was enjoying teaching the book. His muscles were relaxed and his mouth wouldn't stop moving, giving one commentary after another.

He never looked so sexy.

Angel sighed as she looked down at her book to concentrate on the class and not her teacher/lover in front of the classroom when images flashed into her mind.

Desk.

Bonfire.

Panting.

Moaning.

Thrusting.

"Ichigo!"

"Angel!"

A deep blush crept onto Angel's creamy cheeks as her eyes stayed glued on her desk. She just NOW remembered what she and Ichigo did on Friday.

To be more precise, what they did on TOP of her desk.

The images came screaming back into her mind and her body temperature was getting higher by the second!

Great, now she was going to think back to that night every time she looked at her desk now!

Not to mention just thinking about what Ichigo did to her was making her panties really damp at the moment. The blush deepened so much that Angel had to lower her head slightly to try and keep it hidden from anyone's eyes.

"Angel-chan, are you okay?"

Life is too cruel.

Angel turned her head slightly to the side and showed a small smile. "Of course I am. Why do you ask, Clara?" she whispered back.

Clara, who was in the seat next to Angel, frowned. "Because your face is really red. Are you sick again?"

Angel quickly shook her head. "I'm fine, don't worry."

"But—"

"Bushū, Rodrigo !"

The two girls flinched as they looked up to see their teacher standing before them with his famous glare. Not to mention everyone else in their class was looking at them as well.

"H-hai," Clara responded.

Ichigo looked between the two girls and asked, "Why don't you two share with the rest of the class what was so important that you had to talk while I'm giving my lecture. Is it that boring?"

Angel's blush just turned up several more shades as she thought about what might happen if she had to tell everyone what was really running through her mind.

Clara quickly shook her head frantically. "N-no, sensei! It's just that—" she looked over at Angel in worry, "—Angel-chan is looking really red so I was just worried!"

An orange brow went up as Ichigo turned to look at red faced Angel. She really wasn't looking good. "You okay Bushū?" he asked as he placed a hand on her forehead. "Feeling sick again?"

A sudden shock ran down her spine and it took everything Angel got to stop herself from moaning at just feeling his skin against her. She quickly swapped his hand away before she ended up leaning against it. "I'm fine," she answered.

"I don't think so. You said you were fine several months ago but in the end you ended up fainting," he remarked, "So I'll ask again: are you okay?"

Angel looked up and glared at her teacher. "I'm really fine so please continue with class."

"I don't know," Bia suddenly joined in, "You're looking really red."

"Yeah."

"I think so too."

"Maybe you should go lay down for a moment."

Angel looked around to see her classmates voicing their worry for her. It almost made her feel better.

"Maybe she's thinking of some hot guy or something."

Like I said, she almost felt better.

Angel turned around to glare at Jonny while wearing her sweet smile. "Please shut up, Lopez-kun."

Angel laughs as Jonny quickly hid under his desk. "Nah, I bet it's because Ichigo's lecture is really boring." Others laughed alongside her, all except Angel and Ichigo, who was still looking at her suspiciously.

"I doubt it," Bia smiled at her friend, "This is Angel we're talking about. She always pays attention."

"Is that so?" Ichigo snorts, "Then why don't Bushū tell the class where I left off before I came over here."

Angel looked at him with wide eyes as she wracked her brain to remember something, anything, about the lecture he was giving.

"…"

Nothing?! She yelled at herself mentally. Angel remained quiet as she turned her attention to the closed book on her desk.

Ichigo's scowl deepened at her quiet response. "You really weren't paying attention, were you?"

Angel remained still for a moment before reluctantly shaking her head. She could hear the class gasping in surprise.

"Fine, come to my office during lunch," Ichigo said sternly, "I'll decide your punishment then." He quickly returned to the front of the class to resume his lecture, while Angel slumped lower into her seat.

Stupid friends…stupid lecture…stupid desk…

Angel slightly looked up to glare at her teacher.

Stupid Ichigo…

Angel gasped as she clung onto Ichigo's shoulder tighter. "I-Ichi—mmhm," she moaned.

"Angel," Ichigo grunted as he continued to thrust his hips upwards. His hold around her waist tightened as he started pumping in and out of her with greater velocity.

A scream was trying to escape Angel's lip so she clamped her mouth on Ichigo's strained neck, biting hard as she felt her lower regions getting violated to the extreme. Even though her teeth were starting to draw out blood, Ichigo didn't even flinch. He just kept moving underneath her but starting to slow down.

They were in his office, door locked with a broom securing the lock even more as they continued what they were doing.

He just didn't want anyone to interrupt them.

She just didn't want to get caught.

Angel knew from the moment Ichigo told her to see him during lunch that it would lead to this. They were still in their clothes except Ichigo had his pants open and Angel panties were pushed down to one ankle so he could attack her straight at where he wanted. It was his method of punishing her, which was working.

"Ichigo, please!" she begged.

But the stubborn man didn't respond. The speed of his erection going in and out of her slowed down again until his hips came to a complete stop.

Angel groaned in frustration. "Ichigo," she pouted as she tried to move her hips but it was immobile under his strong grip.

"This is what you get for not paying attention," Ichigo smirked, though his breathing was heavy and his body was obviously strained.

"Ichigo," Angel groaned as she tried swinging her hips to the side, "I'm so close."

Ichigo bit his lower lip as he held her petite body closer to him. No way was he going to let her have it her way until he got a full apology. "I can stop this torture if you want me to. There's just one thing you have to say."

Angel growled as she tried moving again. "Why are you so frustrating?"

"Oh, and who was the one ignoring my lecture?" he glared at her, his lust-filled eyes diminishing a little bit as he tried to get an answer from her.

"I told you it would have killed us both if I had said anything!" Angel shouted back, no longer attempting to get the organism that was so close. In fact, it was almost gone.

"What does that mean?" Ichigo snarled. When he got no response he thrust his hips upwards, earning him a yelp from Angel as his hard member started moving within her again. "Just what was so boring about my lecture that you spaced out, huh?"

"I-Ichi-go," she moaned as she felt herself getting wetter. "Please—"

"Not until you answer me babe," he teased as he reached up with one of his hands and palm her breast through her clothes. Angel jerked above him as he continued his torturous massage. "I could end everything for you but you need to tell me why you spaced out today." When he got no response Ichigo started rubbing harder. "Tell me Angel. I want to know what was so boring—"

"I was thinking about you!" Angel shouted in frustration and pleasure, although not loud enough to go beyond his office.

Ichigo's movement stopped as he looked at her red face. "Me?"

"Yes," she whimpered, saddened that his hand stopped moving, "I looked down at my desk and remembered how we had sex on top of my desk on F-Friday," she stuttered as she was started to move her body against his hand and erection now that his grip slackened. "I was getting wet just thinking about it."

Liking how she said the last part in a moan, Ichigo quickly thrust upwards to connect with her when she moved down on him. Moans came from both of them at the sensation.

"Tell me," he grunted, "What was making you most excited?"

"Mhm," she groaned as she tried to respond. "J-just looking at y-you…ah—and remem—remembering how you p-pounded into me so hard," she said the last word in a breathless sigh as she felt his fingers working on her perked nipple again.

"Angel," Ichigo growled with a smirk, "Come for me."

Nothing really registered into Angel's mind until Ichigo started thrusting into her harder and faster. The sensation was overwhelming as Angel clung tightly around his shoulders. The two moaned, gasped, and sighed out each other's name. His thrust became wilder that Angel couldn't keep up with him.

The moment Ichigo's thumb started rubbing furiously against her clit was what brought an end to this torturous pleasure.

"Ichi—!" The last syllable of his name was cut off when Ichigo quickly smashed his mouth against Angel, silencing both their screams as they came. When Ichigo felt her orgasm enveloping his erection, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting deeply into her before coming himself, his thick cum filling up her core so much that she couldn't keep them all in and they started to slowly drip out of her.

The slow speed he moved within her before was torturous for him too, so it was obvious he couldn't last much longer after her.

Their bodies stayed still as Ichigo moved his mouth skillful against Angel's. Neither of them said anything as they continued to battle their tongues against each other, glowing in the aftermath of their slow and fantastic sex.

After what felt like ages, Angel finally pulled away to veer into his honey-amber eyes. They were staring right back at her with the most intense emotion she had ever felt. But what it was she wasn't quite sure yet.

"I still can't believe we just had sex in here," she glared, keeping her previous thoughts at the back of her mind.

Ichigo chuckled as he rubbed her hips, which were most likely bruised by now. "I think it was kind of kinky."

"Psch, that's what you think," she scoffed, "I was fucking scared that someone might come in any second!"

"I hope you know the situation would still be severe if someone was to come in right now," he smirked before looking down. He couldn't see his now-softened member because it was still happily embedded within her, but he did get a good image of their lower hairs mingled against one another as she remained seated on him.

Angel looked down and blushed at what she saw. She tried to move away but Ichigo held her again. "Ichigo—"

"You move and I'll jump on you again," he threatened, "Besides, I don't feel like moving from this position just yet."

"Well you have to soon since lunch is almost over," she told him.

Ichigo glanced up at the clock and cursed at it. "Damn, five minutes isn't enough for another quickie."

Angel sighed in annoyance. "Is that all you think about?"

"So says the girl who was getting wet during class," he retorted.

The blush reddened on Angel's cheek as she looked away. "Your perverted-ness is just getting to me. Now I won't be able to walk down these halls without images of you jumping on me."

Ichigo smirked as he loosened his grip on Angel's hips. Knowing it was now or never, Angel quickly lifted herself off of Ichigo's lap. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp as she felt his softened member slipping out of her sensitive core. She noticed Ichigo reacting the same way. The moment he was out of her, she felt the greatest urge the put him back in her, but there really wasn't enough time for that…well, at least not now at school.

"Are we still meeting at Mark's place afterschool?" she asked as she pushed herself up on her shaky legs.

"Yeah, we really need to buy some food," he answered as he tried to fix his pants, "But I'm still planning on making you scream tonight since you couldn't do it now."

Angel just ignored his perverted comment as she leaned back against his desk to steady herself. Ichigo reached down to help pull up Angel's panties, which were scrunched up around one of her ankles, and adjust her uniform. Once she appeared half-decent, Ichigo collected her back into his arms and pulled her to situate her on his lap again, though this time her legs stayed together as they both hung off one side of him. Ichigo chuckled thinking about how they looked like. "You know, I can't help but wonder what people might think if they were to see us."

Angel just raised an eyebrow at him.

"I mean," he continued, "Our neighbors just think we're a horny couple—I know because Lucy proudly told me—and the staff here might think of me as some pedophile who just needs a 'good fuck.'" He smiled as he saw Angel's face cringe in annoyance at how he referenced their sexual activities. It just made her feel like some whore. "And your friends might think differently about our situation too."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

He leaned forward and lightly nipped on her neck. "They might think you're sleeping with teachers to get good grades."

Angel giggled as her previous attitude was replaced with a playful one, a reaction both from his action and his words. "Well, it's not a lie."

"Oh?" he smirked, "By any chance is there any other teacher?"

Angel pulled back to look at him. "Well, I really need to bring up my home economics class so I was planning on meeting with Rabia-sensei later."

Ichigo looked at her with a hungry gaze before letting out a deep laughter. "If it's a woman I might not mind seeing it, but—" he paused to look at her dangerously, "—If I see another man then I won't hold back from castrating him."

Angel smiled as she pecked his lips. "Don't worry. My grades are actually good in every subject except math, though I doubt this will work on Montes-sensei."

Ichigo chuckled as he placed wet butterfly kisses all over her face.

As the bell rung, signaling the end of lunch. Angel quickly pushed herself off Ichigo's lap and straightened out her clothes again.

"Thanks for teaching me a 'lesson,' sensei," she said in the fake, annoying, sweet tone, "I'll make sure to pay attention next time."

Ichigo smirked. "Well you better unless you want me to punish you again."

Angel smirked back as she quickly pulled away the broom and unlock the door. "I'll see you later," she whispered. Ichigo only responded with a nod as she slid the door open and stepped outside into the crowded hallway.

Angel quickly returned to her classroom without looking suspicious, and went straight to her desk. The moment she sat down she noticed her friends quickly coming up to her.

"I'm so sorry, Angel-chan," Clara whimpered, "I didn't want to get you into trouble—"

"No, don't worry about it," Angel quickly comforted her friend, "I was happy to know you were so worried about my health."

"So what did Ichigo do to you?" Jane asked.

Again, Angel had to fight off a blush at the thought of what might happen if she had to tell them the truth. "Um…"

"He most likely just assigned some more homework and after class clean up duty," Clara stepped in

Bia chuckled next to her. "But it would have been funny if he gave a different kind of punishment."

"What are you talking about now?" Jane groaned.

"Ah, you know what I mean" Bia gave her friends a suggesting wink just as the bell rung.

For the rest of school Angel had to do everything in her power to fight off the images of what happened in Ichigo's office and just how true Bia's words were. Time ticked by slowly and Angel let out a sigh of relief the moment the bell rung, signaling the end of school. She quickly packed her stuff and followed her friends to a café in the city.

"Ah, that was a boring class," Bia stretched her arms above her head as she leaned back against the cushioned seat.

"Maybe if you were actually listening you wouldn't be complaining," Clara said as she took a sip of her tea.

"Eh," Bia leered at her smaller friend, "Are you trying to defend your fiancée's teaching ability by saying it's my problem?"

A blush quickly appeared on Clara cheeks. "No, I—um, well—Stop doing that Bia-chan!" she pouted.

Bia just threw her head back and laughed out loud.

Angel and Jane chuckled as they enjoyed their drinks and slices of different cakes.

Ring ring ring!

Angel quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone which was ringing off the hook.

"Who is it?" Jane asked.

Angel peered at the front of her phone and frowned. "Don't know. It's a restricted number," she told her before flipping her phone open. "Moshi moshi"

"…"

The frown deepened as no sound came from the other side. "Hello?" she tried again.

"…"

"Oi, if nobody's saying anything then just hang up," Jane told her.

Angel was about to follow her instructions when she heard something from the other side. "Hello? Who is this?"

"…Angel."

It took a moment for her to recognize the voice. "…Justin?" she called out a bit hesitantly. Her three friends looked up and stared at her intently.

A deep chuckle came through the phone. "Yeah, it's me. How are you?"

"A bit better now that you called," Angel smiled before frowning again, "Where the hell are you? You just transferred out of school without telling anyone and it really shocked us."

"Ah, yeah, sorry about that," he said, "I was in a hurry so I didn't have the time to see you before I left."

"What was so important that you were in such a hurry for?" Angel asked, "It really surprised us after the way you reacted to

Walker-sensei in front of the whole class." But at the mentioning of Ichigo's name there was a long pause from Justin. "Hello?" she called out, just in case the call got dropped.

"Sorry, I'm kinda busy so I can't talk too long," he finally answered.

"Oh, well then can you tell me where you are? The others and I really want to see you—"

"I'll just come visit you guys later," Justin interrupted, "No need to come all this way."

"But where is this 'all this way,'" she quickly inquired, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"Che, there's nothing to hide," he scoffed, "I just needed to get away from Tokyo. It's not important where I am, just know I'm fine."

Angel looked up and shook her head at her friends who were waiting to find out where the red head had run off to. A sigh of disappointment came from them before Bia reached her hand out.

"Hey Justin, Bia wants to talk to you so hold on a sec," Angel  told him before handing the phone over.

"Yosh, where you at, pineapple?" Bia asked.

"Sorry but can't tell," Justin answered.

"Ah, that's no way to treat a friend," she pouted, "I thought maybe Walker-sensei killed you over the weekend and only pretended like you transferred out so nobody would be suspicious."

"Nice to know your imagination is still working," Jane side-commented as she took a bite of cake.

"Please, I can take on that carrot-top any day," Justin snickered, "He should be the one grateful that I left before making him cry for his mommy."

Bia rolled her eyes. "Men and their egos," she mumbled before getting the phone yanked out of her grip by the petite friend sitting next to her. "Hey!"

"Hello? Justin?" Clara quickly asked, ignoring the pout coming from her busty friend.

"Ah, how are you Clara?" Justin replied with his question.

Clara smiled through the phone. "Real good. How are you?"

"I'm fine," he answered, "Just getting used to my new school."

"Oh, well, where do you go now?" she asked innocently.

"Oh no, you're not tricking me into telling you that information. I know you'd ask Montes-sensei about the school then come track me down with the others."

Clara pouted. "You know me too well," she sighed when the phone got ripped from her grasp as well.

"Oi, Justin," Jane called out.

"What is this, 'pass the phone in circles' game?" Justin laughed before greeting her. "How are you, Jane?"

"Not so good since I'm missing my partner-in-crime when it comes to beating up those perverts at school," Jane snickered.

"Ah, you could do that even without me," he joked, "Besides none of those idiots are strong, unless you're getting weaker."

"Psch, as if," she scoffed, "It's just too boring without you to back up my comments. Angel and Clara are not into that and Bia here is a complete airhead when it comes to something other than fashion and men."

"Hey!" Bia glared.

"It is true," Clara added.

The strawberry-blonde pouted as she crossed her arms under her chest. "I know, but she's saying it like it's a bad thing."

Jane rolled her eyes as she returned to the phone. "Anyways, when are you going to come back?"

"Don't know yet. But I'll give you guys a call as soon as I figure it out," Justin said, "Hey, can you give the phone back to Angel?"

"Sure," Jane quickly handed the phone back to its rightful owner.

"Justin?" Angel called out.

"Hey, I just wanted to say 'bye' before hanging up."

Angel smiled. "Yeah, thanks. Anyways, call me again, okay? It's nice to hear from you again."

"Yeah, I will," he replied before a long pause. "…and Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"…You doing okay at your new place?"

Angel frowned for a moment, trying to comprehend why he might suddenly bring that up. "Yeah, I'm doing really well."

"Okay, that's all I needed to know. Bye."

"Bye," Angel replied before she heard the other line cutting off. She pealed the phone away from her ear and stared at it for a second before putting it back into her pocket.

"Man, that was kinda random of him to suddenly call us," Bia said.

"But it sure was nice hearing from him again," Clara smiled, "I really miss him."

"Don't we all," Jane  smirked, "Who would have thought we'd get used that annoying hair." The girls chuckled as they as they returned to their snacks.

Ring ring ring!

Angel looked down at her pocket before pulling out her phone again.

"Hm? Did Justin forget to tell us something?" Bia raised a brow.

Angel shrugged her shoulders as she answered the phone without looking at the screen. "Hello?"

"ANGEL!"

Okay it was not Justin.

"Ic—um, yeah?" Angel quickly corrected herself.

"Where are you right now?" Ichigo asked.

"At the café, why?" she frowned.

"Quick, go home and shove all of your stuff into a bag and quickly leave the apartment!" he shouted in a breathless tone.

Angel suddenly glared off to the side. "What are you saying? Are we going to have this argument again?!"

"No you midget!" he shouted back at her, "The fucking principle heard that rumor about me living with another teacher or a student so he's sending several staff members to our apartment to check it out!"

"WHAT?!" Angel slammed her hand on the table and stood up straight, knocking her seat back. "Why now?!"

"Like I would know?! Just hurry up and get all of your stuff. It's okay if you leave some clothes—though not your uniform—and stuffed animals since I can tell them it belongs to my sisters. But get everything else that might suggest it's yours."

Angel groaned as she ran a shaky hand through her hair. "How much time do I have?"

There was a pause before Ichigo replied, "I'd say less than an hour. So quickly go!"

"Okay," she said before hanging up her phone. Without looking up, Angel quickly grabbed her bag and made her way out.

"Angel, what's going on?" Jane asked in alarm.

"Sorry guys but I have to go," Angel said as she pulled the seat back up, "Thanks for the meal Bia !" she waved before hurrying outside.

The three girls, along with the rest of the customers at the café, silently stared in confusion as a frantic Angel disappeared down the street with inhumane speed.