"Have toi seen Artemis?" Wally asked Robin who was doing something that Wally could not follow even if he really tried.
"In her room. Why?" Robin a dit tapping on his keyboard.
"She a volé, étole my cell phone... again," Wally told Robin before running to her room.
"Artemis," Wally yelled pounding his fists on her door. "Give me my phone back!"
"Don't text about your hunger issues during class any more," Artemis yelled back as she clicked on his contacts icon.
"Please Artemis. I promise that I won't anymore," he yelled back.
"How do I know toi will keep your word?" Artemis tested him. "And who is 'He's a frickin Dick Grayson'?"
"You're just going to have to trust me on this one, Artemis," Wally replied to her with a smile.
"All the plus reason to keep your phone, Baywatch," Artemis couldn't help to laugh at his desperation.

An heure later Wally was sitting against the mur perpendicular to Artemis' room.
"Artemis, please," he pleaded for the 1,087th time. Although this time it was followed buy a bang very different than the ones his fists caused.
"Artemis."
BANG.
"Artemis."
BANG.
"Artemis."
Right before the suivant BANG she opened her door to see Wally about to throw a tennis ball at her door.
"Wally," Artemis a dit before she threw his phone at his head.
BANG.
"Here's your phone." Artemis smiled and turned only to be hugged from behind par Wally.
"What did toi do to my phone?" Wally whispered to her.
"You'll see," she a dit with a sly smile creeping up on her face. He looked at his contacts to see that "Artemis Stupid Crock" was changed to "Artemis Frickin West". He smiled before throwing the tennis ball one plus time at her door and walking down the hall.