Chapter 10

okay i know its been a little while ince i last posted, but all hope's not lost. here's the next chapter. all rights go to steph meyer as per usual, ect.

since we've been off for the whole week due to SNOW! i've had tme to write more chapters down an think where im sort of trying to go with this.

Our eyes meet, giving the co-ordinations to my seat, all eyes turn to me. He swiftly, moves to my side; man he was playing with this, credit due he's playing unknown rather quite well. He takes my hand; making me stand and then towards the stage. I protest profusely. Leila's sitting with her jaw near the floor, completely speechless. I turn to face her mouthing the word 'help!' I see her text something.

He places me centre stage and fluidly moves to my side again. Setting the scene; Verona, Italy. Offstage a purry Italian voice.

"Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whole misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."

Act 1 scene 1.

"Giulietta è in grande discussione con il suo Romeo. Juliet is in great discussion with her Romeo."

He speaks to the audience. "Act one scene five."

She speaks from the wings, "la giovane conosce già la sua parte a memoria. The young lady already knows her part of by heart."

You can tell when he gets into character. He becomes Romeo. I knew it was coming; the foreboding kiss scene that we had practiced many times over. I his Juliet, he my Romeo.

"ROMEO: [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

JULIET :Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

ROMEO: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

JULIET: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

ROMEO: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

JULIET: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

ROMEO: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. [They kiss.]

JULIET: Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

ROMEO: Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

JULIET: [They kiss again.] You kiss by the book."

It was inevitable; I couldn't get away from my past. We run through script, word perfect, "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." The next line was his, the next line he would kiss me. Bonnie Tyler- I need a hero breaks into my head, in fact that breaking seemed a little too loud to be in my head.

A snap reaction. Our heads turn to the doors at the back of the auditorium. Embry, Jacob and Quil stand at the top of the stairs. "Get your hands away from my Lorna!" he shouts, I had never seen him so mad. Leila must have text him. He thunders down the stairs, Jacob and Quil behind him. Storming on stage he stands between us, me behind him, Jacob and Quil behind me, protecting me, creating a barrier between me and my past.

He looks scared; no one makes a sound. You could hear a pin drop. Luke stands there afraid to move. I tap Embry's arm, then move in front of him, explaining that we were acting in a drama class, there was no need to go volcanic on me, or Luke.

He seemed to calm slightly at that; taking a step back. After pulling me into a hug and whispering that he'll talk to me later, he leaves with Jacob and Quil behind him.

Situation diverted.

With the disruption, they become unsettled; Luke instantly tells them to do trust exercises, using me as an example. I was unsure of this; did I trust him since he had changed so much? A part of me says yes, the other part says no. I, once again, was torn between my past, my present and possibly my future.

The two hours go really slow with us 'acting and reacting' to different situations. Had living in Italy with his dad changed he slightly-tough Luke so much? Apparently so, but I knew him better than that.

Things aren't always what they seem.

so tell me what you think ect.

much love, Lorna =]

ps. i'll try and post another one soon. =]