A TMNT FanFiction.

The Drama Club.

A/N:

Hello all! I'm Willowspring1, but you can call me Willowspring or Willow, I really don't care. The is my first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Heroes in a half shell! Turtle power!) story, and I owe it entirely to ScarletEvolution, by best friend who I meet and watch TMNT 2012 with, so many, many thanks to her!

Disclaimer:

I do not own TMNT, nor does Michael Bay. He was producer of the 2014 movie. *Coughchough* Explosions *coughcough* Megan Fox *coughcough* My child-hood! *coughcough*

What! I don't like Michael Bay! I have my reasons!

April O'Neil wanted to try something new. Walking past the school Library, she saw the perfect way to do so. The Drama Club.

April O'Neil wasn't partially sporty, but she didn't want to spend her school lunches eating and sitting in the corner with Irma., not that there was anything wrong with that. She just felt like ... It wasn't the best thing to do with her life. Recalling her principal's infamous 'Vending Machine' speech, she signed up.

"Irma! Irma!" She called over the general ruckus and noise of High School. She saw her friend having a discussion with a fair skinned boy, whose sandy hair was spiked and rugged.

'Interesting ...'

A jock barged in front of her, blocking off her destination for a few seconds. When she looked again, Irma was alone.

"Hey!" Irma called. "April, are you okay?!" She said with a light laugh. "You look terrible!"

"Thanks," the red-head grumbled. "Who were you talking to?"

"Oh, his name is Mike, he's a new boy, started school today, he's in my class," she said, brushing off the question with ease. "Speaking of which, how's streamed class?"

She groaned. "I think nightmare is the only word to describe it accurately! Half the boys are total douche bags, and the girls aren't much better, too busy messing with their make-up to give a damn what the teacher's saying! It's awful! Why can't I be in the same class as you?!"

Irma winced sympathetically. "Sounds like crap! Do you wanna hit the Library? I've heard it's good!"

April dumped her stuff on the table, sighing with relief. "It's not open yet, but it will be in ..." She checked her watch. "Five minutes."

The two friends chatted for a bit, swapping time-tables and comparing teachers. The start of their second year wasn't nearly as bad as the previous years, which had mainly consisted of last minute rushes and short tempers.

"Hey, I just realized something!" Irma exclaimed.

"What?!"

"I've got Writers Club! I forgot! Mrs McFlesh will have my skin for this! Sorry, but I have to go! How about tomorrow!" Her last words were drowned out by the rush and roar of the seething mess students.

April O'Neil sighed and trudged to the Library doors, her head hanging low.

...

The next day was better. The rushed weren't as fast, and she got to spend more time with Irma, but all the good things were dashed as soon as she entered the Drama Room. There was next to no-one there. A girl with long golden braids down her sides stood in the corner, reading a book at a feverish pace, a short freckled boy that was at least half April's height, and nearly twice as wide. April almost didn't see the black haired boy dark eyes, studying in the corner. She sighed.

'Biggest mistake of the century! A Drama Club that no-one goes to! Good choice April!'

She sighed again.

"Good you please stop sighing?" The boy looked up from his work, shadows falling across his face. But she could still see the blush that spread along his checks as he caught her gaze.

'Even better! Study Freak had a crush on me! Can this day get any worse!'

And then it did. Casey Jones entered the building.

"Hey, Red, didn't expect to see you here," he said smoothly.

"Didn't expect and you to come in here like you own the place. Oh, wait, I did! You know why? 'Cause you're a puffed up shit who doesn't give a damn about anyone who doesn't play Hockey! Or if they don't have a short enough skirt!" She snapped. "And don't call me 'Red'. Ever."

"Ouch, Red, don't expect a shorty like you do pack a punch!" He said sarcastically.

April found herself reliving all the moments when someone called her shorty. Several of them had been out of Casey Jones own mouth. She really hated that nickname.

"Oh, go fuck yourself! Like anyone even cares!"

She heard a sharp intake of breath. Then silence.

A slow clap came from a doorway that April hadn't noticed. She recognised the figure that stepped forward.

"Ms Beckham," April muttered, "how much did you hear?"

"Oh, all of it!" The blonde haired woman said, in an overly bright tone. "Very well put, although the swearing could get you marked down."

April raised an eyebrow at the Hockey Master. His eyes told her that she was as confused and weirded out as she was.

"Today, we're going to play some Theatre Sports! Does anyone know what one is?"

The short woman in the green flower dress proceeded in babbling about the elements of drama, and other things that made April bored out of her mind.

She glanced up to see Study Freak's eyes glued to her. She smile faintly, the boy ducked his head and looked away.

"Hey," Casey Jones hissed in her ear. "Bet you he doesn't even talk to you!"

"W-what are you talking about, Jones? You're not making sense," she whispered back.

"Study Freak, he won't even talk to you, even though he obviously likes you."

She punched him lightly. "Shut up, Jones. I really don't care about your bets and opinions."

He shrugged. "Don't come crying to me," was all he said.

...

As it transpired, Study Freak didn't talk to her. Not that she cared, of course. It also turned out that they had Science together, and, since they were the smartest scientists in their class, often spent awkward and silent times together.

It was during one such Science class, that April decided to talk to Study Freak.

"What's your name? I'm April, April O'Neil, and I go to the Drama Club, just like you," she said.

The boy pretended not to hear her, and dithered with the test-tube.

"Hey, what's your name?"

He stiffened slightly as she lay a hand on his shoulder. "I'm Donatello, but you can call me Donnie, or Don."

A/N:

What do you think? Should I solider on, and continue my crusade, or should I give up? I'm dying to know what is going on in your minds. That was literally the worst cliff-hanger ending ever!

Bye! I gotta heave shell!

-Willowspring1