It was the last practice of the week and Viola was playing like her brother. She kept missing the ball, sending passes all over the place and hitting nothing but the pole when she was trying to score goals. Just as she was about to make a pass at Andrew, she accidentally tackled Toby by running at him full force, since she didn't see him.
"Viola, what's with you today? You're playing as bad as Andew." Toby joked from underneath her.
"Yeah, sorry Olivia."
"It's Toby." He answered, looking confused at his dazed friend that was getting helped up by Andrew.
"I know. But that's what I should have said! I'm such a deviant looser."
"What's going on guys?" Andrew asked, being dragged into the conversation by his curiosity.
"I don't know, Viola just apologized to Olivia, who isn't even on the field."
"Girl, you have some issues." Andrew laughed.
"I know…" Their teammate looked so sad that both boys stopped smiling instantly.
"Hey, I'm just kidding Viola; you know we got your back." Andrew said softly.
"Yeah, we'll think of some way you can say you're sorry." Toby smiled weakly, unsure of what that would take.
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Viola's hands felt clammy. No matter how many times she wiped them on her jeans or tried to take her mind off her plan, she was still nervous. 30 minutes to go and she still didn't know how they were going to set everything up without being stopped by Principal Gold or a nosy student.
Maybe this is a sign. I should just quit while I'm ahead and no damage done. Ok, if I look up and she looks really cute. I have to go through with this! I might be a jerk but I'm not a moron. Ok, good, now I have to review the plan. Sebastian said I could borrow his amp and microphone. The guys said they would take care of that and I dropped it off yesterday at their dorm. Now I just have to think of what to say without sounding like a dork. Maybe I should do poetry? Roses are red, violets are… violet? Then why do people say blue? Isn't it implied in the name that they're violet? Who named them violets and then called them blue? He was probably color blind. Since girls are always like that's not red that's mauve or whatever.
The bell signaled that it was the end of class and time to put her plan into action. Viola sighed and dashed through the halls, trying to put some distance between her and the blonde, needing the extra minutes to set up her brilliant plan.
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"Ok guys, are you ready?" Viola nervously asked.
"Yes, for the millionth time, we know what we're doing." A very annoyed reply came from both boys.
"Eunice?"
"I am so ready it's insane!"
"Ok, give me the mic. And now plug in the amp." She instructed.
The lights suddenly went out as they stumbled into the cafeteria.
"What's going on? I thought you guys said you've done this before?" Viola said, panicking that the plan was already a big disaster before it even started.
"Sorry, Viola, but Eunice said to unplug this one!"
"No darling, I said the black one." A wheezing reply came from the dark.
"They're all black!" Andrew retorted.
"Fine just plug it back in and unplug something else from the electrical boxy thing."
"Sheesh, don't bite our heads off, we're on your side Viola!"
"Yeah, sorry Toby, I'm just nervous, I still don't know what to say."
"Speak. From. Your. Heart." Came Eunice's labored advice.
The lights came on and Viola was holding the microphone. Unsure of what to say and getting nervous due to the fact that the whole student body was watching her and her posse. Eunice kept directing the boys to get everything back to normal.
"Hey everyone… I know that all of you know me by now either as Viola or as Viola that posed as her twin brother… I just wanted to say that I'm sorry if I hurt you guys or whatever but I really need to say that I'm in love with Olivia Lennox. And I don't care if anyone –"
Before Viola could finish her speech, Malcolm interrupted her and grabbed the microphone from her.
"Yeah, well I loved her first! I have her picture as my pillow and I –"
"Eww, that's creepy and I really like you Olivia, sorry that –"
"Well I write songs too. I see you through your open window, as I'm standing on the –"
Before Malcolm could finish his creepy stalker song, Viola decided that the microphone would be an effective weapon as any other and hit him over the head with it and slapping him on the shoulder repeatedly until he let go of the microphone. Malcolm responded by sobbing and running towards an exit while everyone clapped.
"God, that guy is such a train wreck." Viola laughed softly to herself as she shook her head.
"I know, but he's still a nice guy… I hope… deluded and creepy but nice."
"What?" Viola quickly turned around, confused that someone would somehow be defending that slime ball.
"I'm sorry, I just, can't help but try to see the good in people."
"Olivia." Oh great, state the obvious. She knows her name, looser.
"Yes. Hello there." She laughed. Yes. That means I am not such a looser after all.
"Hi, sorry. I should say that first. I'm sorry I was being such a colossal ass. And really, I just –"
"Can we just not talk?"
"Oh, yeah, no you're right to reject me."
"No, I mean can we just not talk because I would rather kiss you."
Author's Note: Ok I wanted to get this chapter out so I could move the story line along. I hope you guys liked it. Thank you guys for reading and reviewing, keep at it as I keep writing the story.
