A/N: I don't own any characters. Just the plotline.
Ooooh I'm so excited to continue this story! =] I hope it plays out on here as well as it's playing out in my head. Work your magic, my little fingers!
I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SHORT! BUT THAT'S THE POINT. I gotta make it work in my favour. So just chill, the next chapter is coming soon!
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SLTF
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JACE
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Ah, shit.
I don't want to be in a play, let alone Shakespeare. More like spear me in the eye. And it's Romeo and Juliet! Kill me now. I hated that book. In grade 9 English we were supposed to read it. Unlike my friends who all used SparkNotes, I actually slaved through it. At that time, I was somewhat interested in keeping up okay grades. Now though, I don't really give a rat's ass. Now, a product of the slaving through Shakespeare was the reward that many of Romeo's quotes remained embedded in my brain. It's actually happened before when someone would say something and a quote from Romeo and Juliet would pop up out of nowhere into my mind.
The plot is fairly straightforward. There are two rival families; one guy from one digs the hot girl in the other. They get married in secret, but then Romeo stabs Juliet's cousin, but she forgives him and they have sexy time. Then Juliet pretends to die so she doesn't have to marry some guy named Paris that her dad wants her to. With some stupid mistake, Romeo hears that she actually died, when she didn't, and he went to her not-dead body, killed Paris and then killed himself with poison. She woke up and found Romeo dead. Then she actually killed herself with his dagger. Sheesh, how morbid can this be? And all for love. In class, we watched the more recent movie with Leonardo di Caprio and some other chick. Some girls actually cried when Leo died. Not gonna lie, I laughed.
I let out a groan and let my head fall back in despair before lifting it back up with a sigh. "Great." I muttered.
I noticed that other kids were going and getting their things in the costume closet near the back of the room. Then they got into groups and chattered as they waited for Mr. Miller to hand out copies of Romeo and Juliet.
Aline Penhallow, a fairly attractive girl with a rockin' bod, leaned against me and looked up at me through her lashes.
"Let's pretend that you're Romeo and I'm Juliet and you meet me in the costume closet in two minutes." She whispered as she trailed her fingertips up my bare arm. I felt a shiver run through my body and I smirked down at her before taking her hand in mine.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
Aline blushed bright red and giggled loudly. "Oooh, pulling out the moves, are you?" she smiled at me.
"What can I say? When I'm around beautiful girls, it just comes out." I said smoothly while stroking the back of her hand with my thumb. She turned an even darker shade of red and I was struck by how it was the same colour of Clary's hair.
"I'll see you in there." Aline murmured in my ear, her breath tickling my ear. She pulled her hand from my grasp, stood, and told Mr. Miller she was going to get a costume from the closet to practice with her friend with Romeo and Juliet lines. He nodded his assent and she went to the closet. I watched her sashay to the door. She opened it and stood under the doorframe, her eyes on me with her lips curving into a seductive smile. Oh this is going to be fun. I thought with a grin.
On the thought of Clary's hair, I turned and looked across the circle at Clary Fray. She was with her nerd friend Simon. She looked absolutely, almost psychopathically, thrilled about something. She was clapping her hands while her bright eyes were fixed on her friend. Her mouth was moving at a million miles an hour.
Weirdo.
I asked Mr. Miller permission to get supplies from the closet and he just waved me off as he scanned his sheet to make sure he'd signed out a play to every kid. I waited until the stream of kids going into the closet died down, then made my way there myself.
I opened the door and found Aline leaning against one of the shelves that ran on one side of the closet. She looked up and gave me a big smile. I glanced behind me one last time, my eyes landing on the back of Clary's bright head.
"I'm sure it doesn't come out around her." I heard Aline sneer and I returned my gaze to hers. I saw that her eyes were also on Clary. I saw a spark of anger and something else burning in her glare and my brow wrinkled. I didn't understand what she meant.
"Huh?" was my brilliant and very sophisticated response.
"I saw you talking with her earlier, and you were looking at her just now. I'm just saying, she's not that pretty. So I'm sure that your charms don't come out around her." Aline said loftily, giving a hard look at unsuspecting Clary down her nose.
I just stared at her blankly.
Aline rolled her eyes. "God, you're dumb. But you're fucking hot, so I'll ignore it. All I'm saying is, you said your moves come out around beautiful girls. I'm just noting that I'm sure they don't come out around her, because she's not beautiful."
Well shit. How do I do this? I'm not gonna lie, I think Clary's a babe. And Aline's bashing her pretty hardcore right now. But if I say something, she's probably not going to make out with me and let me feel her up. I warred with myself silently for a few moments. Make out vs. Protecting Clary. Quite the epic battle. With a sigh, I picked my side.
"Look, Clary's nice. My line about the 'beautiful girls' was just that. A line." I shifted uncomfortably. This was hell to say. I have a reputation to uphold. And now I'm sending it down the shithole. "It wasn't meant to be taken in that way, or for you to start hating on Clary." I considered what I was about to say. This could be the suicide line. "Clary's… she's pretty. Aline, I'm sure you've heard of me, and you kind of know me. I'm a giant man whore." I grinned at this. "Flirting and pickup lines shoot out of me, left and right. I've said shit like that to Clary multiple times."
"Really?" she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Well yeah. Look, just forget about my line. I don't need to say that…" I gently shut the door behind me, and locked us into pitch black. The only light came from the sliver at the bottom of the door. "Because I can just as easily say…" My eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw Aline's outline. I reached forward and slid my hands down her sides to her hips. "That you're beautiful." I heard her breath hitch and I grinned. I stepped forward and pressed my body to hers. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "And we can leave it at that," before I moved my mouth to hers and closed any remaining space between us.