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Principal Franklin POV- 12:15PM Day 1

Sam groaned again and brought her hand to cover her eyes. I barely hold back a laugh at her overreaction. A few minutes later, she finally collects herself and leans forward in her chair, looking at me with icy blue eyes.

"So, do I have to go meet the drama teacher or something?" She asks grouchily, her eyebrows meshing together. I think carefully for a minute. After school, all the kids are coming for tryouts for the play. It's just too bad that three of the spots are already fixed.

"After school tomorrow, go to the theater to meet Ms. Esposito." I feel terrible not telling her, but I'd like to keep my head on my body, thank you very much. Besides, Ms. Esposito deals with plenty of fake angry kids all the time. I'm sure she can handle telling Sam. I should still probably keep security on call, not that they would be able to do much. No, it would be fine. I continue to reassure myself feebly as Sam nods and stalks away angrily. Nope, there's no way that I'm going to be the one to tell her.

Sam POV- 7:00PM Day 1

"So then he tells me that he'll expel me if I don't join the drama club! Expel me!" I rant to Carly who, unlike me, is an excellent listener. She sighs and gives cries of protest in all the right parts of my tirade against Principal Franklin. When I finally stop and collapse onto the couch next to her, she looks at me sympathetically.

"So, what are you going to do?" she asks gently. I sigh and turn to look at her.

"Well, I can't get expelled. I guess I'll just have to do it." I decide. Carly's expression is torn between happiness and sympathy. I frown at her.

"Why are you so happy about all of this?" I demand curiously. She looks at me, almost hurt.

"Don't you remember that I told you that I was trying out for the play this year?" she asks, upset. I struggle to salvage the situation.

"Uhh..yeah. Sounds like a lot of fun! What play is it again?" I say, doing my best to cover. She looks at me, exasperated.

"Do you not remember me telling you all of this?" Carly rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed. I shrug and look at her innocently.

"I do my best, but you girl talk so much it's hard to keep up." I defend myself. Carly shakes her head in amusement more than annoyance.

"Oh, whatever. What are you going to try out for?" Carly frowns. "It was weird. Both of the leads were already 'reserved'." She uses air quotations around reserved and deepens her voice for emphasis.

"Wait, you already tried out?" I asked in confusion. Carly flips her hair over her shoulder before answering.

"Yeah, this afternoon. That's why I was late getting home." She tells me. I jump in the air and give a victory cry.

"YES! I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO BE IN THE STUPID PLAY!" I celebrate, dancing around the room. Remembering to be a good friend, I turn back to Carly. "So, what part did you get?" Her face lights up.

"Oh, I got the one I wanted. I'm Rosaline!" She says, bouncing up in down with excitement.

"Awesome! Let's go get smoothies to celebrate!" I high five her and pull her to her feet.

"Sam! Don't you even want to hear what the play is?" Carly asks, laughing.

"Not really." I say frankly, slamming her apartment door behind us.

Freddie POV- 3:30PM Day 1

I confidently walk down the aisle of the theater, thinking how perfect this was turning out to be. I stop at the sight of Ms. Esposito, the drama teacher, and patiently wait for her to finish talking to the girl on stage.

"No, no Ms. Sheridan! Did you not read the signup sheet? My leads are cast already! Now shoo, before I have you escorted off the stage!" She argues with the dark haired girl that is red with anger. The girl spins on her heel and, in true drama fashion, stomps off the stage. I step forward to greet the drama teacher and she looks up at me in surprise. Huge glasses that magnify her piercing green eyes twenty times their real size as they stare at me. She wears dark pants and an orange scarf is draped around her neck. Her accent is interesting, most likely Italian.

"Hi Ms. Esposito, it's a pleasure to meet you. The AV club sent me over here to set up the sound system. I'm Freddie Benson." I greet her politely. I was stoked to be trusted with the sound system. I know, I know. As Sam reminded me often, I was a total nerd. I shake my head, scolding myself. The last thing I needed to think about right know was the beautiful blond who was also my personal tormenter. The drama teacher's eyes light up in recognition and she swivels to her chair to face me.

"Ahh…it is Mr. Benson!" she purrs, sizing me up. I look away, embarrassed by her stares.

"Uhh, I should probably get to the sound system." I tell her, trying to get away from her penetrating look. She looks at me in confusion.

"What are you talking about, my dear? The sound system is already set up! Besides, no male lead of mine would be working on anything backstage." She wags her finger at me, clucking her tongue. I stare at her, perplexed. She talks just as much, if not more, with her hands then her words.

"Male lead? No, Ms. Esposito, I'm only here to set up the sound system." I explain again. Ms. Esposito rolls her eyes, clucking her tongue again.

"I was told by Principal Franklin that you were going to be my lead, Mr. Benson. You can bring it up with him." She rises from her chair and begins to poke and prod my arms and chest. I finally pull away when she grabs my chin to inspect my face.

"I'm not going to be in your play." I tell her, careful to keep her away from me. I'm horrified when she breaks out into tears. I freeze as the little old lady begins to sob because of me.

"Ay me! Where else will I find such a perfect lead!" she cries over and over. I shush her, looking around at the scene she was making. Curious stares from every direction and a few people are heading towards us in concern. Hating myself for being the nice guy, I give in.

"Alright, alright! I'll be the lead!" I tell her, desperate for her to stop crying. She looks up at me, her eyes still teary.

"You promise?" she asks like a small child. I groan internally. Sometimes it really sucks to be the nice guy.

"I promise." I reassure her. She nods in satisfaction, immediately wiping her tears. Oh, chiz. I'm so stupid! Of course the drama teacher can cry on cue! I glare at her, realizing the trick.

"Oh, don't be mad my little chicken." She tells me, pinching my cheek. "You already are physically perfect for the part. Such face structure!" She says, gesturing at my body. "But I will make you act perfectly for the part. Don't you worry, my little chicken." She reassures me, pinching my cheek again. I roll my eyes and fold my arms across my chest.

"What part did I even volunteer for?" I demand, relieved when she stops pinching my cheek.

"Ay me! You don't know? So perfect for the part but you don't know? You are going to be my perfect male lead! You will speak and the words will be like honey off of your tongue! You will feel the pain, the hope, and the love! You are going to steal all the hearts of the little ladies!" She promises, painting the scene before me. I do have to admit that it looked pretty good. That is, until she finished. "Ay me! My perfect Romeo!"

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Sorry about the ending...I JUST HAD TO DO IT! Yes, I made up Ms. Esposito and I love her! What do you think? Thanks for reading and please Review! The more reviews, the faster the next chapter cuz reviews are what motivates me!

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