Mr. Normal
Chp. 8
So the Drama
Disclaimer: I so don't own this, just the idea of the story is mine
Pairing: Jake and Miley
Summary: Jake finally comes back after two years of trying to figure out what a normal kid is like
She was sitting on the edge of the Drama class's stage, her hair caught the light, making red streaks in the brown softness. Lily was standing in front of her, her backs was turned from him, and her hands seemed to be going about a million miles a second. He supposed what ever the two were talking about needed to be said in sign language, or at least he thought that Lily thought that.
He'd seen her glance his way when he'd walked into the room, and she'd ducked her face behind a lock of the hair he'd so recently had his finger's in. Maybe Oliver had been onto something.
Miley Stewart was being shy, and he'd have never expected that from her, most of the time she was so out spoken, the coyness had come as a complete surprise to him. It was a refreshing turn of events.
Off of Miley's look and quick duck of the head, Lily had glanced over her shoulder, and given him a sly, little, lopsided grin. He knew what that look meant. Lily was up to something, and it seemed for once that Miley wasn't right in the middle of it, actually, it seemed that Miley had no clue at all what was going on.
He'd slowly made his way up to the stage, taken the liberty of sitting beside of Miley.
"Hey," he gives a quick look at the girl still hiding behind her hair, then looks at Lily. "What's up with," he nods his head in Miley's direction.
Lily shrugged her shoulders in answer, and rolled her eyes.
Apparently she had no idea what was up with her best friend, so he'd tried a different tactic, and knocked the girl beside him in the shoulder with his own. Which in turn had jarred her and made her look up at him for the first time since he'd sat down.
He'd studied her face for the few seconds she'd actually looked at him, and seen that she'd been hiding from him because her face was the shade of a red delicious apple. She'd been blushing furiously.
Oh, good god! Oliver Oken had been onto something or Little Miss Out Spoken was either,
A) Caught talking about something shouldn't have been talking about, or,
B) Really did like him more than she'd been letting on.
All he'd really known was that when Miley blushed, it had to be the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
Lily had started talking again, with the sign language, and all.
"So, it looks like Mrs. Martinique is carrying the whole Shakespearean theme over from English/Lit class to this one."
Whoa, wait a second. Did Lily just say that Mrs. Martinique was teaching this class too? That means I have to endure that old woman twice a day for the rest of the school year.
"Ugh, Lily, please tell me that you didn't just say that Mrs. Martinique is teaching this class, too."
The once skater girl gives him a sympathetic smile."'Fraid so, Les my man."
He couldn't believe his luck, he should've checked who was teaching each class, but his mind had been else where when he'd walked into the school this morning.
"And she's decided that we'll be doing Romeo and Juliet as our big school play for this semester." She'd rolled her eyes in disgust. "I'll be a stage hand or something, but I am soo not going to be the nurse or what ever."
While Lily had been talking, he'd gently took hold of Miley's hand, she hadn't objected, just laced her pink, glittered fingers through his, and sat there without saying a word. Life was good.
Mrs. Martinique had come through the curtains, and walked onto the stage behind Miley and Jake. "Okay, class." Everyone in the room had looked up at the teacher, except for he and Miley, they'd turned slightly to see her. "This semester as I've already explained, we'll be doing our rendition of the classic Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet." She'd glanced around the room, making eye contact with nearly all the students. "We will be having auditions in two weeks, I expect you to study this play during that time." Her gaze had landed on Jake at the end of her speech.
"She's really stuck on this play, isn't she?" Jake had asked Lily, knowing he wouldn't get an answer from the girl whose hand he'd been holding,
during the teacher's talk he'd slid a little closer to Miley, just close enough that they'd been connected at the hand and the knee, and in return for his efforts he'd gotten a tiny, little gasp as the contact had been made.
"Yeah, apparently it's her favorite play, or something." Lily had explained with a completely bored expression.
He didn't know if it was just plain dumb luck or something else, but Jake had been in an Off Broadway production of the stupid play while he'd been in Idaho, and had practically memorized the whole thing. This class was going to be a complete piece of cake.
"How much you wanna bet that she uses English class as practice time for this. You know she's going to make everyone read for a part, and pick the one's that best suit them, it's going to be humiliating for a whole lot of us."
"It looks like Miley's already found her Juliet."
As if he couldn't have picked a better time, Derrick had walked up behind Lily and had started eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Derrick, why don't you just shut your cotton pickin', smart-assed, big ole gob, and just leave us alone." Miley had finally broken her self-induced vow of silence, had jumped up, and nearly unseated Jake in her haste to get in the other guys face.
"Miley, geez! Sit back down." Jake's eyes had a startled look in them, she'd sat there most of class and not said a word to anyone since he'd walked in, and now she was completely irate.
"No, Les. I'm so sick and tired of his hogwash, and it needs to stop. He has no buisiness coming over here and causin' trouble. He's just jealous, and he wants to get in someone's face." He'd never seen her this hot under the collar. He'd seen her mad, but she looked like she would get in an all out brawl with the guy, if something or someone didn't stop her. He'd still had a hold of her hand, so he'd jerked her back down to the stage, right into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her to keep her from getting away again. She's struggled with him, and he'd managed to keep her in his lap. How he'd managed that he didn't know, but oh the feel of her was amazing, and he'd liked to have kept her in that position for a lot longer than he did.
The teacher had come back over to their side of the stage during the whole tableau. "Miss Stewart, would you please remove yourself from Mr. Rine's person, and resume your seat, and Mr. Williams please come with me, I think a little trip to detention is in order for you." He couldn't believe that Mrs. Martinique hadn't called Miley and himself down for the scene they'd been making, but she'd seemed a bit more perturbed with Derrick. Which was completely fine with him.
After watching the teacher and Derrick walk over to the other side of the room, he'd turned to Miley with a confused look.
" Geez, Mile's what was that all about? Derrick was just being Derrick."
"I'm just so sick of the jerk. He thinks just because he's an athlete that he can have any girl he wants, and he won't take no for an answer. Even when he's confronted with the girls boyfriend. He can't stand to lose, and I've put up with it for over a year."
She'd calmed down, was actually looking at him, and Lily was standing there looking at the two of them. He guessed that she was still dumbstruck by Miley's reaction to Derrick being a complete jerk. The time had seemed right. No one was really paying them any attention, and it seemed as if this would be the only chance he'd get.
"Speaking of the girls boyfriend, and all." He was getting nervous again, he had the girl's attention, and his hand had started to sweat in hers. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out Friday night, I mean if you're free and all." His voice had gotten a little shaky during the question, and he'd felt sweat forming upon his forehead. He'd never been as nervous as he had been at that moment, and the coinciding moments that it took Miley to answer that one little question.
A/N: You guys will just have to wait and see what Miley is going to say. See you Monday. Be kind Review
