The next day:
"School name?"
"Midtown High." I tell him.
"Middle name?"
"Jacqueline."
His mouth drops. "That is not your middle name." He emphasised on the word not.
"It is." I fluster.
"Natasha Jacqueline Lopez?" He asks, "That almost sounds royal in ways."
"It so does not," I laugh, "And... it's better than yours. Romeo. Niklaus Romeo Brown. How filmy."
"Nobody knows my middle name."
"I know your middle name." I say.
"You're different."
"I'm Juliet," I counteract, laughing. "Is that why you chose to call me Juliet? Was that your way of flirting with me, Romeo?"
"Do not call me that." He grumbled looking so grumpy that he could almost pout. "You're the only person except my family to know my middle name and it shall remain so."
"Why not tell people?" I continue teasing, "Tel
