Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Blah, blah, blah...

Anyways. I have a few things I need to get straight.


The girl's name is Annabelle Lee. People call her things like Anna, Anne, Bell, but only Seth calls her Elle.
Didn't want yall to get confused and think I change her name very five seconds. I'm nice, huh?

And every chapter is named after a famous couple. Not Bragelina famous, but like Romeo and Juilet, Heathcliff and Catherine, and more.
So, as you have already guessed, I need help with that. Review with couples.

And please, no Bella and Edward. -.-

A crisp white crumpled paper fell onto my lap. Opening it, I didn't need a second guess to figure out who it came from.

Douche.

Sighing, I pulled a black pen out of my jeans pocket and scribbled down one word that always gets her.

Witch.

I threw the small paper to my right, nearly hitting her square in the nose. I had to stifle my laughter as I heard the paper unfold and her gasp. More scribbles, furious scribbles, and the paper was back.

Ass, don't call me that.

Scribble. Throw.

Quid pro qou, witch.

Back and forth, everyday. Each 5th period drama class. Always the sam between us.

Scrawny runt.

That little-

"Mr. Danovan! Seth Clearwater and Annabelle Lee are passing notes again!" The class snitch, Stacey Higgenson wailed. "I cannot listen to the roles." She said that like listening to the roles are the most important thing ever.

My teacher, who is actually pretty cool when he isn't pissed, came up to me and my worst enemy. Frustration was plain on his face. He leaned on the corner of my desk and held out his hand. Elle sighed and surrendered our little fight. Mr D., who has no respect for privacy, read the note a few times before closing his eye and exhaling noisily.

"Clearwater, why don't you just ignore her?"

He doesn't understand. Me and Elle have been worst enemies since birth. Everything I do, she has to do better. And for reasons unknown, I engage in her little games.

"Anna, leave him alone. Seriously. Must this go on every 5th period?" His voice rose. Higher and higher. "You know what? I'm fed up with you two!"

"We all are." Stacey noted in her super nasally voice. Whenever I hear it, I just want to unclog my nose.

Mr. D. glared at her before continuing. "I make you write lines, you continue! I give you detention, you continue! I call your parents, and yet, you still continue!"

"You called my parents?" Elle screeched. I couldn't help but snicker at her expense. (to her expense or at her expense?)

"Anyway. Nothing works. So you know what? I have the perfect thing for you." He walked back to his desk and began searching through the piles of paper.

"Suspension?" Elle cried.

Oh, no. My dad will kill me! He's already fed up with me and Elle. Everyone is. He told me that if he got another call from Mr D., I'll be grounded for two months.

Now Mr. D. held up a paper, a mischievous smile taking up his face quickly.

Mr. D. I know you can't be that mean. You love us, right? You wouldn't dare call me dad, right? You-

Riiiiiiip!

Stacey gasped. "Mr. Danovan! That was the list for the play!"

"I know." He said simply, stuffing it in the trash bin. "I've decided to make a new cast."

"But... But I got the lead!"

"And now you don't." He turned form Stacey's gapping mouth to me. "Clearwater, you are playing Romeo. And Anna is your Juliet."

...

Huh?!

"Okay... Ew." Elle said, breaking the stunned silence.

"I mean it."

"I refuse to do anything with him." I wasn't looking at her, but I could tell her face was twisted with disgust.

"Suit yourself." He took the pen that was on his ear and pulled out the marking book. "This will cost you 30% of your grade, though."

"You can't do that!"

"You can't send notes in my class, but you do."

"Still!"

"Anna. Its my class. Its my rules. So you will learn the lines, you will do the play, and most of all, you will kiss Clearwater."

...

Wait. What?

Just before Elle could ague, the bell rang. I gathered my books in a daze, ignoring the guys's teasing kissy noises. When I stood up, she was there. Elle glared at me, a scowl filling up her face,

"I'm warning you. If your lips come anywhere near me, I will file for sexual harassment."

And she left in a huff.

My worst enemy.

Soon to be my first kiss.

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Next part soon... After I update my other three stories. Check 'em out, why don'tcha?