Sorry, sorry, sorry! Ummm, thanks to my beta yami1234. Thanks to you guys. This chapter is way short, but its really just a filler/set up. Oh and it sucks. I apologize in advance. Now, Enjoy!!! (sorry if there are any questions I'm not answering. I'll get them next time.)
Max POV:
I walked into school on Friday head held high. I had every intention of pretending like last night's hormonal outburst never happened. It seemed Fang had other ideas.
The cheap fluorescent lights shone off his stupid black hair. For once he was his face was serious, he was serious, and he had chosen this moment to block me from going into Art.
I internally rolled my eyes as I brushed my way past him. Or tried to anyway.
The idiot grabbed my arm and yanked me to the side.
I resisted the urge to growl.
"Max, I think we need to talk about yesterday."
Again with the seriousness. This was something I didn't want to talk about. I had decided that I wouldn't yell at him for causing the incident if he just left it alone. That would always be too much to ask of from Fang it seemed.
At that moment, I could have attempted to walk away. I could have told him no. Frankly, I could have done a lot of things.
But, instead I slapped him and hissed "Yesterday was all your stupid fault so drop it."
Slapping really isn't my thing. Just seems too cliché and in the category of foot stamping, but a full on punch didn't seem suited to the middle of a crowded high school hallway. Call it a hunch. I for one hadn't been in the mood for detention.
So I slapped Fang, pressed my point, and marched into Art. He didn't mention it again. Smart soon faded into October. Over the weeks that passed Ari was really nowhere to be seen. He still came to school, but he left me alone.
For the most part.
There was still the occasional trip in the hallway and being made the target in gym by one of his clone drone friends. This was a name Viv, Iggy, and I had taken to calling the various Aris and Brigids of our school. Nudge was friends with some of them so didn't say it in protest. We had refused Fang permission of using it since most of his girl friend's fit the bill to a tee.
His lunchtime antics had yet to stop making me want to upchuck. Honestly, you'd think it would get old by now, making out with someone every day, which was one of Fang's favorite activities. I brought my theory to Nudge.
"Yeah, unless they are really good kisser," was her response.
That was a subject I refused to think about. I stamped it down and buried it with a rusty shovel. I piled the spot high with all my dirty laundry, and wiped my hands on my jeans before returning to the real world.
And damn it I still thought about his lips on mine. I was inches away from slapping him again.
The first week of October, right as I stepped away from my locker after school, Nudge and Viv ran up to me full of mischievous smiles. I stopped in my tracks, waiting for their madness to begin.
"Max, you'll never guess! It's so cool. Such a classic, and I know you might be mad, but we just had too. Oh this is going to be so fabulous. I can't-"
Viv clamped a hand to Nudge's mouth, muffling the rest of her exclamations.
Out of her long speech I caught only one thing.
"What might I be mad about exactly?" I questioned, arms crossed over my chest, ready to pitch a Max style fit.
Horrible pictures of dance committees and show choir flashed through my mind. Ishuddered. They wouldn't be that cruel.
"We signed you up for the fall play!" Nudge squealed.
I take it back. They would.
I fixed Viv with a cold glare as Nudge prattled on about the fabulousness of it all. Yeah, right.
Viv rolled her eyes at my look.
"Calm down. We only put you down for a minor part. I'm the one doing the leads." Viv said. Well, at least that fit. If anyone was dramatic, it was Viv. Hell, the first day I met her, she acted as if English class was a Broadway stage.
"What are the chances of me getting out of this?" I asked, hoping to see some light at the end of this corny line filled tunnel.
"Slim to none," Viv replied.
"What's the slim?"
"You die."
Of course.
"What's the play?" I asked wearily. If I was wearing boots I'd probably be shaking in them. What if we did High School Musical the Musical?
I'd have to take the slim and kill myself.
Viv grinned. "Romeo and Juliet."
That wouldn't be so bad. There was death, and sword fighting. Maybe Ari would try out for Mercutio and I could be Tybalt. Oh, the possibilities.
"As long as I don't get cast as a girl," I stated, already imagining fighting with the swords.
"No promises, "Viv said, and turned, "She's doing it Nudge," Viv whispered, elbowing her in the ribs.
Nudge gave a yelp, squeal combo. It was probably one of the most amusing sounds I'd ever heard.
"That's-" Nudge paused, "Have you guys been listening to me at all?"
"Nope," Viv and I said, both of us starting to laugh as Nudge scowled.
"Jerks," Nudge muttered before grabbing our arms and dragging us down the hallway.
"Wait, where are we going?" I asked, gasping as I tried to control my laughter and wrench my arm back from her grasp. Her pointy pink nails were embedding themselves in my arm for cookie's sake.
"To the auditions of course." Nudge responded in her 'duh' tone. I jerked them both to a stop.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Did we not mention that we signed you up weeks ago and the auditions are today?" Nudge asked eyes wide. Without waiting for a response she shrugged and continued, "Oh, well. Now let's go. I so do not want to be late."
My arm was once again nearly yanked out of my socket.
"Sneaky little devils," I mumbled, dragging my feet as I was hauled off to the auditorium.
"Ok, break a leg, dears," Nudge sang, pushing me and Viv toward the stage.
"Wait, where are you going? Aren't you trying out?" I asked Nudge, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Nope, I'm doing costumes. Have fun," Nudge told me before walking off to find a seat in the back.
I looked at Viv.
"Might as well get this over with," I muttered, starting toward the stage, "but I swear if have to wear a dress you are dead."
I heard Viv snicker behind me. I shot her the bird.
Viv and I plopped down in the far side of the third aisle. Not close enough for us to be directly seen, but close enough that people knew we were there.
The director/ drama teacher droned on for a bit explaining how she found call backs to be useless so there would be none. She then became the proud owner of a nickname. DD. It stood for Director Dictator. I could practically hear Nudge giggling after we texted it to her.
After what felt like hours of my life passing before me, DD began calling people up to audition.
Most of them were, well, err… To say things nicely: pathetic.
A few were ok, but most of them honestly had no friends. If they did they would have been told how much they sucked. I know I would have told my friends, or would have been kind enough to erase their name from the sign-up sheet.
After the tenth poor soul made her way off stage after a particularly horrible version
of Juliet's balcony speech I was called up. Viv gave me thumbs up as I forgoed the stairs and hoisted myself up onto the stage.
"What part?" DD asked me. She had glasses perched on the end of her nose with at least three different copies of Romeo and Juliet on the chair next to her. I barely managed too hide my snicker.
"Tybalt," I answered automatically. He got to fight the most, plus anger was a very easy emotion for me.
"You do understand that that is a guy's role," she asked me looking skeptical.
I fought not to say 'No Shit Sherlock.'
"Yep," I said instead.
"Fine, read this," she shoved a piece of paper up at me. DD then turned to a boy on her left, "Jeremy go up and read Lord Capulet."
A sullen faced boy hopped up on the stage. I glanced at my lines. All I had to do was fill them with hatred, which was pretty easy; I was full of that stuff.
I took a deep breath and read.
"This by his voice should be a Montague," I intoned. I hated to admit how caught up I got in all of it. I sneered in all the right places, scowled, and got indignant when the Lord was such a wuss. I almost forgot about everyone else until the end when Viv and Nudge stood and clapped. I couldn't help but grin.
Once I settled back into my seat, Viv was called up. I wished her luck, or broken limbs, or whatever.
She of course went for Juliet. She read her lines well, even adding in some hand movements. I rolled my eyes at her antics. Though I made sure she wasn't looking anywhere near me at the time.
When Viv came back she looked like she won the lottery.
A few auditions later, Lissa tried out for Juliet. Me and Viv booed very loudly once she finished, earning ourselves a glare which we gladly returned.
After an hour only one kid was left. It was a guy named Paul that I recognized from science. He was a bit of a pretentious ass if you asked me.
It didn't help him that in Science he always shot Iggy and me very dirty glares. He was practically screaming 'How dare you interrupt this wonderful learning experience?' The fifth time, Iggy snuck a stink bomb into Paul's back pack. Whoever said revenge wasn't worth it, had not seen Paul's face. It gave enough satisfaction to last for months.
It turned out, the pretentious ass also happened to be a very good actor. Damn him. I couldn't very well boo a good performance that would just make me look stupid. On second thought…
I booed him anyway.
Finally Viv, Nudge, and I trooped out of the auditorium. After a glance at the clock, I thanked God I had remembered to text Julie that I couldn't pick up Ariel and Gazzy.
As we walked outside, Nudge was already going on and on about the play and the costumes. Tuning her out, I sunk down on the steps to wait for Julie or Harry. Viv sat next to me looking quite smug.
"I can't wait till the list comes out," she whispered.
I nodded in agreement. All we had had to do was wait.
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