Thank you to Oreoskidz, Porphyritic and A, as usual! I'm so glad you liked the last chapter. Poor tree indeed.
Soooo...after Tybalt kills a tree, we skip over to the Capulet Manor to Benvolio and Lord Capulet having a conversation. And we also find out about another feudal fight that took place twenty years ago, and a bit more about Benvolio's personality.
Benvolio was the first to put Hermia's tips to work, even though at the time he didn't realise it. He had school tomorrow, so he pulled out his maths book and started doing some homework on the dining table. He hadn't had a chance to do it at the weekend, thanks to their prank on Friday night. As Mercutio and Romeo were singing 'Billie Jean' in their room, it was fairly quiet downstairs, enabling him to concentrate.
Finally, Benvolio lost himself in the mathematical magic. Benvolio was proud to say that he was a geek, and enjoyed subjects such as maths, physics, chemistry and other stuff that people always moaned about. He was good at it too – not meaning to boast or anything. Even though there were those at his school who laughed at him, Benvolio didn't care. He had Romeo and Mercutio, and he'd rather have friends who were true than be popular. Besides, everyone knew that nerds like him would get all the good jobs, have a lot of money, and that those who'd laughed at them would simply have to work for them. Benvolio was looking forward to hiring the school's captain of the football team David to wash his car.
"What are you doing, boy?" growled a voice.
Benvolio froze. He'd never spoken to Lord Capulet on his own!
"Just my maths homework" he squeaked, turning around and showing him the book. He bent over and got back to work. Lord Capulet strode over.
"GCSE, Advanced Maths, Higher Tier? Wow, I'm impressed. And you're doing...percentages?"
"That's right" Benvolio trembled under his glare.
"Our Rosaline's ever so good with her numbers. She's taking Economics as an A Level this year. Is that what you're good at?"
"I'm good at it...but I like the sciency maths more. Like...finding the speed of objects in motion, and erm...finding the Parralax angle of a star or something"
"I didn't realise any of you Montagues had brains"
"We do, actually" Benvolio shot back "Well, apart from my sister"
Lord Capulet humphed "I have two sisters. Goneril and Regina"
"I only have Beatrix. She likes Twilight and Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus"
Lord Capulet grimaced "Great"
"Oh, it sucks. She has a creepy, ugly, poster of Edward Cullen on her wall, and I think he looks hideous but she thinks he's sexy. And she has a poster of Justin Bieber and she kisses each poster every night before she goes to sleep. I hate having a sister!"
Lord Capulet chuckled low in the back of his throat. The sound sounded strange, alien to Benvolio "My sister Goneril had the brains in the family, and my sister Regina had the beauty. Only she had to marry a gangster that our father hated"
"Tybalt's dad?" asked Benvolio timidly.
"Yes, him. Hector"
"Isn't he serving a life sentence for killing my dad's best friend twenty years ago?" asked Benvolio "That's why I'm called Benvolio – I'm named after the poor guy"
Benvolio saw Mercutio and Romeo peeping around the corner and giving him a thumbs up.
"Good work" mouthed Mercutio.
But then the unpredictable old man snapped "I don't think bringing up that unfortunate event is particularly appropriate"