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Okay guys, how are you all?! =] I know the updates for this story have been much less frequent and I apologise for that! School is just super hectic right now. Anyway, I am going to make Jade a little bit more … Jade, if that makes sense. I feel like she has gotten a little soft but if you guys like her softer side just say so now haha. However, enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 7: Mr X

Jade's POV

"Okay, now we are going to work in our pairs to start getting some ideas for these skits, remember you will be marked, not heavily, but still marked on these" the drama teacher said, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk. She had swapped the horrid overalls of yesterday to a blue pencil skirt, which was chic, but the floral, puffy red thing that she supposedly called a shirt was killing me. I turned away from her, only to be met by an even worse being. Chris sat before me smugly, his not so straight smile and conceited upturned lip pissing me off beyond belief. I rolled my eyes and just decided to get on with it.

"Okay, so love-"

"Do we have pet names now?" he interrupted, smirking slowly.

"Yeah sure, you can call me 'keep dreaming' and I'll call you 'forever alone piece of shit'."

"Ouch darling, calm down"

"I swear to God if you call me that I will shove your testicles so far up your ass you will be eating them for breakfast" I narrowed my eyes at him. If he said one more word I was going to literally throw him through the wall. The brick wall.

"Alright, chill, let's just start" he sighed, defeated, finally.

"Thank you"

"My pleasure" he smiled.

"Don't push it" I muttered, reading through the guidelines pumpkin pants had typed up.

Pair Activity:

Genre: Write here, Group Member: Write here

I wrote in the word love and the disgusting letters that spelt Chris.

Guidelines:

Skit must go for 1-2 minutes

Characters must have equal speaking periods, no actor/actress should have more time speaking or involving themselves in activity than the other

The genre should be carefully and professionally carried out, if the skit does not relate, points will be harshly deducted

Chemistry is key – if there is no chemistry between the two characters reflecting the chosen genre, marks will also be deducted

I sighed, realising that developing this so called chemistry between Chris and I was going to be very difficult. I thought about all the ways that chemistry could be portrayed through a love aspect. If two characters were in love they held hands, gazed at each other longingly, whispered things to each other, were constantly smiling, looked happy to be in each other's presence … kissed? Oh my God, this was going to be awful, what if I had to kiss that son of a bitch on his mouth? I almost vomited in my mouth at the prospect. All of the things I had just listed were difficult to me and I only had to endure a forty-five minute drama class with him each day. I sighed again, writing down some plot ideas while he just looked at me questioningly.

"What?" I asked irritated,

"What are you doing?" he asked, quite normally actually.

"What does it look like I'm doing dip shit? I'm writing some plot ideas now so we can get this over and done with"

"Alright, do you want me to brainstorm some too?"

"I would much rather you find yourself a hole and bury yourself in it with hundreds of flesh-eating worms but I guess coming up with something beneficial for this project would be sufficient too"

"Okay" he said simply, picking up a pencil and immediately jotting down words.

I hadn't come up with anything yet, the ideas I had were foolish and stupid or too far-fetched and difficult.

"I have an idea" he said after a few minutes.

"Okay go"

"I know where'd you like me to go"

"To hell?"

"Why not a quick little trip into your basement?" he said, back to his smug tone.

"Fuck me" I muttered exasperated,

"Really?" he asked playfully. That was it. I slapped him hard across the face and he looked at me completely shocked.

"What was your fucking idea dick?" I asked, sick of his stupid childish ways.

"Jesus Christ, feisty much" I glared at him coldly and he sighed,

"I'm getting there!" he held the paper in front of his face and began to read out loud. "Okay, so we will need a few extra people – but we could do like an alphabetical improvisation, but you know an already written one. We could be a separated couple that slowly realise they love each other through this improv"

I stared at him for a while, wondering whether I had just dreamed that. That was actually a good idea, how did that come out of that idiot's mouth?

"That-That's actually alright" I managed to say, still utterly blown away.

"Sweet" he replied, looking back over his written work.

"Let's just get straight into it" I smiled, actually starting to look forward to this.

"I love getting straight into things" he winked. Yep, there it goes, all the respect he just managed to steal in a few minutes, gone.

Things carried on similarly throughout the week, him and I decided and compared plots and soon found, his was probably the best, which honestly infuriated me. I hated when other people were right or you know, just had better ideas. We both agreed that we would each write a script and then compare them on Monday and then we would, together, write a final script.

*Day of Performance*

(A/N: Sorry this is so rushed)

I walked into the drama classroom, already wearing the costume I had planned to wear during the performance. I was just an average girl so wearing an average display of clothing wasn't difficult. I had re-read my script so many times that all I could see before was just a blur – I knew them all off by heart. Chris and I had actually worked really well together when he wasn't staring at my chest or making some crude pick up line that was absolutely pathetic. Beck was the first to perform with his partner so he had had to get here a few minutes earlier to set up. I walked into the large theatre hall that was on the back end of the drama classrooms. I took a seat, deciding to go over my script a few more times, just for good luck.

"Alright students" the teacher greeted a few minutes later. She was wearing a hideous maxi-dress today that had the ugliest shade of green to it. What was it with this woman and clothing? Chris sauntered in and sat behind me, I smiled at the crumped script in front of him. I was hoping that meant he had just studied his lines so much the paper was worn. I hoped. Beck stood up on the stage, smiling at me. This was his element – acting. He probably would have gone on to be a very popular actor if I hadn't come along. That was something I felt absolutely horrible about, almost ruining his future like that. But I smiled back, him giving me a small wink and then sexily running his hand through his hair.

"Alright boys, off you go" Mrs 'I look like a fucking tree with herpes' uttered. She took out a pen and wrote down Beck and the other performer's name and their genre. They began and were fantastic, they acted to the genre the entire time and their storyline was absolutely phenomenal. Beck almost forgot his line at one point but the other performer professionally covered for him and kept the scene going. Before I knew it, they were bowing towards the audience satisfied with their performance.

"Alright, Chris and Jade"

He turned towards me and nodded, obviously a little nervous. I was tempted to make some wise-ass joke about his normally cocky attitude but realised I was penalised for his stuff ups within this as well – I wasn't going to risk anything now. We placed our scripts on the sides of the stage and re-arranged the set to our liking. We pretended that the back wall was the front of the classroom and therefore we started by sitting on chairs with our backs to the audience. We had asked Beck to be the random extra in our performance. He sauntered to the stage, immediately getting into the character of a teacher. He said his few words about us performing an alphabetical improvisation and then he left. I turned, facing the audience, feeling at home on the stage. My character took a deep breath and acted as if the last thing she wanted to do was be near the boy. Chris looked awkwardly towards me, the longing in his eyes fitting his character perfectly.

"Um, I'll start on J sir" he nodded, addressing the imaginary teacher. We had decided to stick with our names so we didn't stuff up because that would ruin the whole thing if we did.

"Jade, how are you?"

"Kill me" I muttered,

"Listen to me … for once" he said in a defeated tone.

"My ears are open"

"No … just, please look at me"

"Oh, because you deserve it" I raised my voice a little in spite.

"Please" he barely whispered and I shut my eyes a little. I turned towards him, my arms crossed over my chest, my eyes baring maliciously into his.

"Quit looking at me like that" I pretended to struggle with the letter and I could see him tap his fingers anxiously.

"Right, um, Mr. Robson said we have to portray anger which, you're doing well?" he tried and I just looked at him unconfidently. Our skit was going perfectly; we were both playing our parts perfectly.

"Seriously?"

"Totally"

"Unfortunately for you, I am going to be way better at this than you are considering I am obviously more pissed"

"Very funny"

"What? Did you just use sarcasm against me?"

"X"

"You are pathetic, firstly 'x' isn't even a word and you didn't answer my question"

"Zing!"

"Are you going to stop being a child?"

"Beautiful, if you really want to I can – all you have to do is ask"

"Chris, stop being a bloody child and shut up now, your voice is irritating me"

"Do you really miss me that much Jade?"

"Even when we are not together you think you can hit on me and talk to me like you own me?"

"Far out, do I look like I'm doing that – I'm just talking!" he raised his voice a little.

"Go die"

"Hang on, are you saying you enjoy me doing this even though we aren't together anymore"

"I am so tempted to throw you out the window right now"

"Jade, I'll take that as a yes, considering you didn't even answer"

"Kill me"

"Love, you said that last time"

"My bad Mr 'X is a word'"

"No, I never said it was a word"

"Oh alright douche" I said, narrowing at him and then turning to walk away.

"Pathetic!"

"Quite a comeback, excuse me while I recover from that"

"Really Jade, don't give up yet … on anything" he uttered the last sentence defensively. I turned back towards him, this was it – this was the crux of the performance.

"Something tells me you weren't talking about the improvisation"

"That inkling may be correct" he said, taking a few steps towards me.

"Unfortunately, I don't talk to people I hate"

"Valiant Jade, just stop fighting – just for a minute"

"Well, it's not that easy when your ex-boyfriend is just making it seem so much worse to your face in front of a whole bloody classroom" I snapped, he inched closer to me.

"Xanthippe – that is ill-mannered woman in some language – I wish you weren't such one of them"

"You can be such an ass"

"Zero is how much truth that statement holds"

"Are you being serious right now?"

"Babe"

"Can you not call me that?"

"Don't try to deny that you love it when I call you that"

"Ego is all you have Chris"

"Ferocity, beauty, hilarity – just a few of your many talents love"

"Go back to your seat; you're starting to freak me out"

"Help me … help us"

He took one large step closer, his hands lingering in the space near my waist, his body almost touching mine and our faces only inches apart.

"I-I" I stuttered,

"Jade, we can figure it out"

"Kay" I squeaked, pretending to be utterly speechless at the proximity between me and my "ex-boyfriend".

"Let me start" he whispered before pressing his lips to mine and wrapping his arms around me. His face cradled my cheek and I slowly twisted my arms around his neck. He wasn't Beck but I tried my best to make this kiss look as if it was a longing and enjoyable thing. Chris, fortunately, was a good kisser so it wasn't horrible. The audience applauded and we broke apart, his eyes lingering to look at me for a while. I quickly turned away, releasing my grip from around his neck and turned to the audience. Beck looked fine, he trusted me and he seemed amazed by the performance which I hoped was good. I bowed and so did Chris, as we made our way back to the audience seats. The next group walked up to the stage as we sat down. Beck took me into his arms.

"You were incredible" he whispered in my ear and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"Thanks babe" I said, linking my hand in his and sitting down beside him. I lifted my legs and put them on his lap, taking up my normal position. It hadn't originally been my idea to add a kiss into the end but, from a professional point of view, it had made it ten times better. I nodded at Chris and he smiled at me, genuinely, which was probably a first. His surprisingly non-smug face turned back to the stage and I just gave Beck's hand a squeeze.

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