Chapter 1
(This takes place after the episode where Grace and Mr.Dimitree almost kissed in his car.)
Mr.Dimitree leaned on his desk as he spoke. Being in class was uncomfortable for him and Grace. She noticed that he didn't call on her at all in class. She knew that a relationship between them could very well be a threat to his job. However, he was the adult, and she was only a child.
"Romeo and Juliet couldn't have a relationship because their parents didn't approve," Mr.Dimitree continued. Grace's hand shot up.
"Um," He cleared his throat, "Yes, Grace?"
"I don't think that's fair," Grace started, as she stood up.
"And, why is that?"
"Because…" Grace's voice quieted down, "Love is all that matters."
"I beg to differ," He stood straight up and crossed his arms.
"Oh, so you think if two people truly love eachother, even if people don't approve of it, they should just, give up?"
"I didn't say that."
"Well then what did you say?" Grace's face was only an inch away from his. Just then, the bell rang. Mr.Dimitree stared at her for about a minute, and then walked back to his desk.
"For class on Monday, I want you to write a three paragraph summery on Romeo and Juliet," He sounded furiouis, as he stood there with his arms crossed, "And Grace, come here please."
Grace tossed her books into her backpack and shoved it over her shoulder. She frowned as she walked to his desk. When everyone was out of the class, he looked at her, and crossed his arms.
"Now what was that about?" He slanted his head.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" She said, her mouth straight.
"Alright, I made a mistake that day, we both know that. But Grace, I can't help it. I just can't help it…"
"You can't help what? You can't just break my heart and then stomp on it!"
"I know, I know. But I can't threaten my job- my life like this."
"But I-"
"But you what?" He stared into her eyes.
"But, nothing. I have to go," She turned and ran.
"Grace…" He stomped his foot, but she didn't stop. "Err…"
The sound of Carole King on Grace's CD player made her calm down as she started her paper on Romeo and Juliet. She had closed the door to her room so no one could bother her. She reached for her notebook inside her backpack. Mr.Dimitree had told her earlier in the year to bring it to class for special notes and book reports. Thinking about Mr.Dimitree was the last thing she wanted to think about. So, she started writing.
"When they first set eyes on eachother, they knew it was true love…" Grace thought out loud. "God, I sound like Barry Manilow."
"Yes, Grace. If somebody were to ask me "who does Grace sound like?" That would be my first response." Eli smirked as he opened her bedroom door and plopped on her bed.
"Shut up! And why are you here, anyway?" Grace smiled.
"Are you writing a book?" He asked.
"No," Grace rolled her eyes, "A book REPORT."
"Oh, a book REPORT. I should have known," Eli popped a Skittle in his mouth.
"Yes, shame on you."
"So, why do you sound so literate?" He said in a 'smart' voice.
"Because, that's how I always sound."
"Oh, really?"
"Uh huh…" Grace walked over to where he was laying and laid right next to him. She sighed.
"Something wrong?" Eli rested his head on his hand.
Grace covered her face with her hands and groaned. "No…"
"Yes…" Eli smiled as he pulled away one of her hands from her face. When he did he felt a shiver. "Come on, tell me, I love to hear the latest gossip."
"God, you are so gay!"
"Hey, I am not." Eli lightly hit her lightly on her shoulder and they laughed until they're faces were red.
They talked for about two hours about relationships. Grace told him about Jared and Spencer, but she didn't tell him anything about Mr.Dimitree, until Eli brought up something…
"Oh yeah, do remember that party you guys had after that play thing? Who was that guy again? Mr.Dennis or something?"
"Uh, Mr.Dimitree," Grace blinked.
"Yeah, that was it. I think he hated me or something… I don't know why, he was never my teacher!" Eli laughed at his joke.
"Yeah…" Grace said, not paying attention.
"Well listen, I better let you get to bed. It's late."
"How late?" Grace yawned.
"Almost one."
"Oh, Okay. That's late," Grace replied tiredly.
"Yup," Eli started to walk out of the room.
"Um, Eli?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you tuck me in?" Grace smiled.
"Sure I will." Eli walked over to her bed.
She was laying on top of her comforter, and she was already half asleep, and he didn't want to wake her. So he opened her closet door, and reached for a blanket on her top shelf. He tugged the blanket quietly, and it fell down to the floor. But so did a book. Eli picked it up.
"Classic Poetry, written by August Dimitree…" Eli read aloud. He turned over to see if Grace had heard her, but she was already asleep. "Mr.Dimitree… August Dimitree…" Eli turned the book around and saw a picture of a man that looked familiar too him…
(This takes place after the episode where Grace and Mr.Dimitree almost kissed in his car.)
Mr.Dimitree leaned on his desk as he spoke. Being in class was uncomfortable for him and Grace. She noticed that he didn't call on her at all in class. She knew that a relationship between them could very well be a threat to his job. However, he was the adult, and she was only a child.
"Romeo and Juliet couldn't have a relationship because their parents didn't approve," Mr.Dimitree continued. Grace's hand shot up.
"Um," He cleared his throat, "Yes, Grace?"
"I don't think that's fair," Grace started, as she stood up.
"And, why is that?"
"Because…" Grace's voice quieted down, "Love is all that matters."
"I beg to differ," He stood straight up and crossed his arms.
"Oh, so you think if two people truly love eachother, even if people don't approve of it, they should just, give up?"
"I didn't say that."
"Well then what did you say?" Grace's face was only an inch away from his. Just then, the bell rang. Mr.Dimitree stared at her for about a minute, and then walked back to his desk.
"For class on Monday, I want you to write a three paragraph summery on Romeo and Juliet," He sounded furiouis, as he stood there with his arms crossed, "And Grace, come here please."
Grace tossed her books into her backpack and shoved it over her shoulder. She frowned as she walked to his desk. When everyone was out of the class, he looked at her, and crossed his arms.
"Now what was that about?" He slanted his head.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" She said, her mouth straight.
"Alright, I made a mistake that day, we both know that. But Grace, I can't help it. I just can't help it…"
"You can't help what? You can't just break my heart and then stomp on it!"
"I know, I know. But I can't threaten my job- my life like this."
"But I-"
"But you what?" He stared into her eyes.
"But, nothing. I have to go," She turned and ran.
"Grace…" He stomped his foot, but she didn't stop. "Err…"
The sound of Carole King on Grace's CD player made her calm down as she started her paper on Romeo and Juliet. She had closed the door to her room so no one could bother her. She reached for her notebook inside her backpack. Mr.Dimitree had told her earlier in the year to bring it to class for special notes and book reports. Thinking about Mr.Dimitree was the last thing she wanted to think about. So, she started writing.
"When they first set eyes on eachother, they knew it was true love…" Grace thought out loud. "God, I sound like Barry Manilow."
"Yes, Grace. If somebody were to ask me "who does Grace sound like?" That would be my first response." Eli smirked as he opened her bedroom door and plopped on her bed.
"Shut up! And why are you here, anyway?" Grace smiled.
"Are you writing a book?" He asked.
"No," Grace rolled her eyes, "A book REPORT."
"Oh, a book REPORT. I should have known," Eli popped a Skittle in his mouth.
"Yes, shame on you."
"So, why do you sound so literate?" He said in a 'smart' voice.
"Because, that's how I always sound."
"Oh, really?"
"Uh huh…" Grace walked over to where he was laying and laid right next to him. She sighed.
"Something wrong?" Eli rested his head on his hand.
Grace covered her face with her hands and groaned. "No…"
"Yes…" Eli smiled as he pulled away one of her hands from her face. When he did he felt a shiver. "Come on, tell me, I love to hear the latest gossip."
"God, you are so gay!"
"Hey, I am not." Eli lightly hit her lightly on her shoulder and they laughed until they're faces were red.
They talked for about two hours about relationships. Grace told him about Jared and Spencer, but she didn't tell him anything about Mr.Dimitree, until Eli brought up something…
"Oh yeah, do remember that party you guys had after that play thing? Who was that guy again? Mr.Dennis or something?"
"Uh, Mr.Dimitree," Grace blinked.
"Yeah, that was it. I think he hated me or something… I don't know why, he was never my teacher!" Eli laughed at his joke.
"Yeah…" Grace said, not paying attention.
"Well listen, I better let you get to bed. It's late."
"How late?" Grace yawned.
"Almost one."
"Oh, Okay. That's late," Grace replied tiredly.
"Yup," Eli started to walk out of the room.
"Um, Eli?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you tuck me in?" Grace smiled.
"Sure I will." Eli walked over to her bed.
She was laying on top of her comforter, and she was already half asleep, and he didn't want to wake her. So he opened her closet door, and reached for a blanket on her top shelf. He tugged the blanket quietly, and it fell down to the floor. But so did a book. Eli picked it up.
"Classic Poetry, written by August Dimitree…" Eli read aloud. He turned over to see if Grace had heard her, but she was already asleep. "Mr.Dimitree… August Dimitree…" Eli turned the book around and saw a picture of a man that looked familiar too him…