Junior Year

By Anne Parkington

[Day 4 is dedicated to MrsPitt, cuz she's my favorite author on ff.net!!

And if you haven't already go see Pirates of the Caribbean. and then go

read MrsPitt's fic, 'Savvy?' It's sooooo good!!! So go read. . . well after

you read mine of course! ^_^ Oh yeah, (insert disclaimer crap here.) ]

The next day was a professional development day, so Christian met up with Doc and the rest of the Drama club at Lydia's house to discuss the play.

"Okay, here's the deal. We'll hold auditions on Friday. . . which gives us the weekend to decide, and the weekend for them to have anxiety attacks pondering whether or not they made it!" Doc gave a short sinister laugh.

"You're simply wicked, Doc." Lydia said sarcastically, twirling a pencil between her fingers.

"I know. So. . . anyone have any questions or anything?" Doc asked.

"Yes." Lydia said, grabbing the paper out of her bag and flipping through it to a page where she had circled something in red.

"Christian, this character, here. . . the courtesan, uhh, this is a high school play. . . I don't really know, if a lot of these costumes will be able to fit the full character. I mean they can be made, but I don't think the school board would approve."

"We will never know until we try. I'll arrange a meeting for us three to meet with the school board. Is that alright?" Doc asked, writing this down in his planner.

"Thanks!" Lydia said, smiling.

"Christian?" Doc asked, softly. Everyone turned to look at Christian, who was gazing out the nearest window.

"Christian?" Doc asked, a little louder, taking a step closer to him.

Lydia rolled her eyes. She knew what he was doing, he was day dreaming about her. And she would have none of that in her house.

"CHRISTIAN!" Lydia snapped, throwing her pencil at him so it hit him in the back of the head. He tore his eyes from the window and stared in shock at Lydia.

"What did you do that for?!" He asked, in a highly offended voice.

"Because, we're trying to have a drama club meeting here! I didn't have to do this you know, I could be in my room playing Grand Theft Auto right now, but I want to get this done, and if you don't, and just want to go play tonsil hockey with Satine again, be my guest, and I'm sure no one here would be truly disappointed if you left either, because then maybe we could get some real work done." She spat at him. She didn't know why, but after seeing what she saw the night before, her mood towards Christian was constantly sour. The color drained from his face and he stared at her.

"How. . . why would you say that about Satine." He whispered.

"Because I saw you two last night."

"There's no shame in making out. . . " Christian muttered.

"No, there isn't, but there is shame in letting it distract you from your work." Lydia growled. "Now, either pay attention or leave." She snapped. Christian turned away from the window and looked down at his hands.

"Would that be okay? To organize a meeting with the school board, about the costumes?" Doc asked, looking attentively from Lydia to Christian.

"Yes." Lydia muttered, glaring at Christian, who nodded too.

"Good. . . now. . "

The meeting went on then with out a hitch, and when everyone got up to leave, Christian hung back.

"Are you okay?" He asked Lydia, who was cleaning up the plates from the snacks she had provided.

"Fine. Never better. What about you?"

"No, it's just that you seem really upset. Did. . . did I do this?" He asked, searching her eyes with is. Lydia felt her heart wrench. She could never resist those blue eyes of his.

"It doesn't matter. You're happy. That's all I ever really wanted." She said, quickly, flushing.

"What?" Christian asked, shocked.

"Yes, I've only known you for a few days I know, but. . . oh it doesn't matter. You're with Satine now, and that's all that really matters to you isn't it? Even if someone right in front of you felt the same way you do about her, only about YOU, even if you couldn't see that Satine's not the girl for you, and maybe that girl was!? That all doesn't matter now that you have Satine, does it!" Lydia cried, her eyes filling with tears.

Christian grabbed her shoulders and tried to look her in the eyes, but she looked away.

"What are you trying to say?" He asked her softly, his heart thudding in his ears. She started to sob quietly, sinking down to the floor. He sat across from her on the kitchen floor.

"What's wrong?" He asked kindly.

"Just get out. . . go to your precious Satine. You'll never know how much you mean to me." She choked through tears, and ran down the hall into her room and slammed the door, leaving Christian looking completely dumbstruck on the kitchen floor. He didn't know what to make of this. I mean, Satine was a major part of his 'love' life, but he had felt a certain something whenever he saw Lydia.  . . even before he met her. He always just assumed he was hungry or something. But. . now he knew what it really was. His head pounding with frustration, he went home and ignored all his phone calls. He didn't feel like talking to Satine right now.

-Short. Stupid, I know. I'm running out of juice for this story. Anyone got any ideas?