Mercutio pressed his nose up against the cold window, silently pleading for P.E to go quicker. They would be going home soon. Headmaster Warwick would close the school at lunch, hopefully, if he was still in a nice mood, though Mercutio doubted that very much.

When it came to major holidays, like Summer, Warwick would be the meanest teacher ever and keep them in till half 3, when other schools would close at 12, because their headmasters were nice.

Warwick was mean.

"Hey, daydreamer!" Hal called from the door. "Stop thinking about Queen Mab, and let's play dodge ball!"

"If we die today, she'll save me!" Mercutio called back, grabbing a ball and throwing it at Hal's face.

Hal ducked agilely and smiled. "In your dreams, Merc!"

"In your nightmares! I'll make sure that she makes you dream of something foul!"

"Like what?"

"Like, like those wacked out weird Voodoo Cheerleader Zombie Whatever Girls Macbeth and Banquo saw!" Mercutio yelled, catching the ball as Hal chucked it his head.

"Not real!" Hal yelled back, catching the ball as it was once again thrown to him.

"Yes they are!" cried out two annoyed voices.

Macbeth and Banquo entered the sports hall, both wearing black t-shirts with the Scottish flag printed on the front. Hal burst out laughing at the sight of their angry faces.

Banquo frowned. "Hal, don't make fun of oor t-shirts! It's braw to be Scottish!"

He and Macbeth high-fived one another. "Glamis forever!" they yelled.

"You asked for it…" Edouard sneered, towering over her, cutting off the light with his tall frame. He stamped hard on her foot, causing her to cry out in pain. The night was hot, and everyone had gone home from drinking at many bars and partying. No one was there to help her.

He pinned her down, lying on top of her and stared in her face, grinning evilly. He positioned himself and laughed. "No one's going to help you, whore," he said, pulling her down. "I have you now."

Then he took her.

Anne jolted awake startled at the sudden rush of noise coming in her ears. Hermia had her hand on her shoulder and was looking down at her concerned. "Anne? Anne, are you coming? We're playing dodge ball with the boys today. Not long now before school ends."

Anne looked up at her friend and shook her head. "I'm okay."

"Really? You looked scared."

"No, I'm fine."

When Hermia turned around to speak to Juliet, Anne placed a hand on her stomach, hoping that nothing had come about because of that awful night.

"Let's go!"

They walked out of the girls' changing rooms and were met by Geoffrey, standing by the boys' dorm door. "Hey girls," he said, nodding his head in their direction.

"Hey, Geoff," Anne replied, before frowning. "Where's Johnny?"

Geoffrey rolled his eyes. "Still getting changed." He turned and slammed his fist on the door. "Hurry up, jerk!"

"I'm in the bathroom!" John shouted back. "Leave me alone!"

"I wish I could…" Geoffrey murmured, turning back round to face the girls again.

"Where's Rich?"

"Left to go to the sports hall."

Just then, Heath came up, wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. As usual, he was grumbling to himself again.

"Hey, Heath."

"Whatever." Heath mumbled, walking off to the join the other boys in the Hall.

Hermia's eyes glinted, and she grabbed Tybalt's t-shirt as he walked by.

"Get off me, you creep!" Tybalt yelled.

"Hi, big brother!" Hermia mocked, trying to kiss him, much to Tybalt's disgust. "How's the baboon feeling this morning?"

"Get off me! And I'm your half brother! I'd hate to be related to you fully!"

"I love you, Tibby!"

"Aargh!"

Geoffrey grinned. "Looks like you've got your hands full, Tibs."

"Shut up, Goofey!"

Just then, John came out, wearing a completely ridiculous outfit.

"Okay, Geoff, let's-"

Tybalt burst into laughter at the sight of him. "What a dork! What a gay little squirt!"

John's eyes watered and he looked at the floor. Geoffrey looked at him with sudden sympathy, and then glared at Tybalt darkly.

"What was that, pussy?"

Tybalt turned to face him. "What was that, Goofey?

"Listen, wise guy…" Geoffrey said, squaring up to him and looking at him in the eyes. "No one makes fun of my little brother apart from me. Got it?"

Tybalt smirked, and roughly shoved Hermia away, and suddenly lunged for John, who was hiding behind his older brother, and held a fist to his face. "What ya gonna do about it?"

"Oh," Geoffrey said, raising an eyebrow and grinning. "This."

And he punched Tybalt in the face, knocking the taller boy to the floor.

The others gasped in horror, and Geoffrey grinned down at Tybalt, his hands on his hips.

"Don't mess with me, Pussy…"

And he grabbed John's hand and ran towards the hall, where Mercutio and Hal were watching through the window and laughing hysterically.

"Alright Geoff!" Mercutio cheered.

"Teach Tibby a lesson!" Hal applauded.

It was great to have friends… and to beat Tybalt of course!