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Chapter 6: His Act, Her List
Pi gave me a ride to the first rehearsal to the school play. I got out of his car and walked into the school. I saw Mrs. Stimpleton, the drama teacher, talking about the play in the auditorium.
"This play is about the Prohibition era and Tommy Thornton, the drunk of the city. It was written by our own Sam Dullard, and the music written by Reggie Rocket," she said, as she looked up at me, just arriving on my crutches.
"Mr. Rodriguez, better late than never," she told me as I sat down. She then assigned us our parts. "Reggie will play Alicia, the mysterious club singer; Trish will play Sally, and Lars will play Tommy Thornton."
"Um, I really wasn't planning on acting or anything," I told her with a cynical grin on my face. Reggie then looked at me. Mrs. Stimpleton ignored my comment and continued to assign the parts and hand out the scripts. We later read through our lines. I read them with as little enthusiasm as I could and showed as little facial expressions as possible.
"Mr. Rodriguez, are you trying to be bad at this?" Mrs. Stimpleton asked me with irritation in her voice.
"No, it just comes naturally," I grinned as the other people began to chuckle. Reggie, once again, grinned at me. I don't why she has all of the sudden taken an interest in me. It was another one of those mysteries that I thought I'd never know.
After the rehearsal, I called Pi for a ride home. He had gone out somewhere, and my mother wasn't home, so I needed a ride. I just stood on my crutches on the sidewalk in front of the school and waited for someone to offer me a ride. Reggie was about ten yards behind me, talking with Sam. The two parted after a minute, and Reggie came over to me. Not again, I thought. She gave me a sarcastic smile.
"So would it kill you to try?" she asked me sarcastically.
"Yup, and I'm too young to die," I told her, grinning at my statement.
"Your acting reflects on an audience. Remember that," she told me as she walked to her station wagon. Otto had gone home with a friend earlier, so he wasn't in the car with her. I then remembered that I needed a ride. Desperate, I walked over to the window of the station wagon.
"Feeling Christian?" I asked her, grinning. She said that she would give me a ride home, so I got in the passenger's side of the car. She started the engine and drove out of the school parking lot. She then noticed that I wasn't wearing my seatbelt.
"Seatbelt," she ordered as I rolled my eyes and put it on. This is so lame, I was so stupid, I thought. Nice going, Rodriguez. She then turned on the radio, which was playing Mandy Moore. I changed the station to FM 99, which played Lifehouse. She looked at me and changed the station back. Then I changed the station back to FM 99. She looked at me.
"I give up," she told me as she continued to drive. She then whispered something to herself. "42..............."
"What?" I asked her. "42 what?"
"42. Befriend someone I don't like," she told me. I looked at her, confused. She then explained. "it's a list of stuff that I wanna do in my life. Make a medical discovery. Spend a year in a peace choir. Be in two places at once. Get a tattoo." she said as she grinned.
"What's your number one?" I asked her, surprised by myself.
"I could tell you," she smirked at me as she said this, "but then I'd have to kill you."
I smirked back, but then I noticed that we were riding by my friends, so I did the only thing I could do. I ducked as Reggie shook her head and grinned. I would be ruined if I was seen in a car with Reggie Rocket. I'd get laughed off the face of the earth. There was no way that I could be caught with Reggie Rocket.
Chapter 6: His Act, Her List
Pi gave me a ride to the first rehearsal to the school play. I got out of his car and walked into the school. I saw Mrs. Stimpleton, the drama teacher, talking about the play in the auditorium.
"This play is about the Prohibition era and Tommy Thornton, the drunk of the city. It was written by our own Sam Dullard, and the music written by Reggie Rocket," she said, as she looked up at me, just arriving on my crutches.
"Mr. Rodriguez, better late than never," she told me as I sat down. She then assigned us our parts. "Reggie will play Alicia, the mysterious club singer; Trish will play Sally, and Lars will play Tommy Thornton."
"Um, I really wasn't planning on acting or anything," I told her with a cynical grin on my face. Reggie then looked at me. Mrs. Stimpleton ignored my comment and continued to assign the parts and hand out the scripts. We later read through our lines. I read them with as little enthusiasm as I could and showed as little facial expressions as possible.
"Mr. Rodriguez, are you trying to be bad at this?" Mrs. Stimpleton asked me with irritation in her voice.
"No, it just comes naturally," I grinned as the other people began to chuckle. Reggie, once again, grinned at me. I don't why she has all of the sudden taken an interest in me. It was another one of those mysteries that I thought I'd never know.
After the rehearsal, I called Pi for a ride home. He had gone out somewhere, and my mother wasn't home, so I needed a ride. I just stood on my crutches on the sidewalk in front of the school and waited for someone to offer me a ride. Reggie was about ten yards behind me, talking with Sam. The two parted after a minute, and Reggie came over to me. Not again, I thought. She gave me a sarcastic smile.
"So would it kill you to try?" she asked me sarcastically.
"Yup, and I'm too young to die," I told her, grinning at my statement.
"Your acting reflects on an audience. Remember that," she told me as she walked to her station wagon. Otto had gone home with a friend earlier, so he wasn't in the car with her. I then remembered that I needed a ride. Desperate, I walked over to the window of the station wagon.
"Feeling Christian?" I asked her, grinning. She said that she would give me a ride home, so I got in the passenger's side of the car. She started the engine and drove out of the school parking lot. She then noticed that I wasn't wearing my seatbelt.
"Seatbelt," she ordered as I rolled my eyes and put it on. This is so lame, I was so stupid, I thought. Nice going, Rodriguez. She then turned on the radio, which was playing Mandy Moore. I changed the station to FM 99, which played Lifehouse. She looked at me and changed the station back. Then I changed the station back to FM 99. She looked at me.
"I give up," she told me as she continued to drive. She then whispered something to herself. "42..............."
"What?" I asked her. "42 what?"
"42. Befriend someone I don't like," she told me. I looked at her, confused. She then explained. "it's a list of stuff that I wanna do in my life. Make a medical discovery. Spend a year in a peace choir. Be in two places at once. Get a tattoo." she said as she grinned.
"What's your number one?" I asked her, surprised by myself.
"I could tell you," she smirked at me as she said this, "but then I'd have to kill you."
I smirked back, but then I noticed that we were riding by my friends, so I did the only thing I could do. I ducked as Reggie shook her head and grinned. I would be ruined if I was seen in a car with Reggie Rocket. I'd get laughed off the face of the earth. There was no way that I could be caught with Reggie Rocket.