~* I know I promised to do two more versions of the last two chapters, in Luis and Regan's POV, but in retrospect I didn't find them necessary.*~
"Greg you have to." Kate pleaded, poking her chubby friend with the eraser on her pencil.
"I'm not doing it Kate." He declared matter- of -factly.
"Please…" Kate gave him the puppy dog eyes.
"Oh come on Kate, you know Goldie can't act his way out of a paper bag." Averman laughed, as a steady stream of Chemistry students continued to fill the room.
"Shut up Averman." Goldberg grumbled. "Kate why are you pushing this so hard?"
"Because Mr. Buttersworth gave me tons of responsibility and there's no way I can do this if there isn't at least one tolerable person in the cast."
"Hey Luis, how do you feel about the play?" Averman asked as the Latin speedster made his way to the back of the class room.
"I'm auditioning for Danny. Wouldn't want to deprive the girls of seeing me on stage." Luis made a gesture with his eyebrows that forced Kate to gag and roll her eyes.
"This is my point, no tolerable people." Kate sighed crossing her arms and putting her chin on them.
Luis gave her an awkward look.
"Hey, scoot over, will you sweetie?"
"Gladly." She picked up her books and walked around the lab table, to sit next to Goldberg, rather then across from him and next to Luis. Once in her seat she opened her notebook and prepared for class, annoyed and disappointed.
LATER THE DAY
After some severe nagging and a slight bit of whining, Kate had convinced Mr. Buttersworth, to allow her bring Goldberg on as her assistant, on the basis that organizing an entire play was a lot of work. She could be very persuasive when she put her mind to it. So the two sat side by side at a table, helping auditioneers fill out the paperwork needed before they could try out in front of Mr. Buttersworth and Ms. Delaney.
"Name?" She queried to the next person in line without looking up.
"Liz Williams." A familiar voice called back.
"Hey, Lizzie." Kate lifted her head with a smile. "I didn't know you were trying out."
"I hadn't planned on it, but Portman swayed me." The girl responded, with a dreamy grin.
"I see, so what part are you going out for?"
"Marty, my boyfriend wanted me to try out for Rizzo, but I was like 'no way, she's to moody.' So I figured Marty's good, she's a pink lady, but not a lead roll."
"Why's Portman want you to be Riz?" Kate jotted down the character her roommate was auditioning for.
"You'll never believe this, but he's going out for Kinicky." Liz replied.
Kate's jaw dropped.
"You're kidding?'
"Nope, he says anything that'll let him wear his leather jacket as his costume is worth giving a shot."
"Unbelievable, well I hope you two get the parts. Here take this to Mr. Buttersworth, he's casting the none singing parts."
"Thanks." Liz took the paper and started to walk away, then turned and yelled over her shoulder "I've gotta talk to you so meet me in the room later."
Meanwhile Goldberg was helping a pretty blonde of his own.
"Reagan Lambert, Sandy." She told him with an agitated groan.
Luis was standing behind her in line being incredibly immature, making kissing noises at her and such. It was driving her nutty, one would think he forgot that he had broken up with her. He was being suck and idiot, she just wanted to get away from him.
"Hey Mendoza, why don't you cut it out huh?" Goldie scolded, leaning around Reagan to glare at his friend.
"Thank you." Reagan smiled at the plump defensemen.
"No problem. Um, bring this to Ms. Delaney, for lead singing casting." Goldberg handed her, her information sheet. "Good luck."
"Thank you again." Reagan took the paper and disappeared in a puff of blonde hair.
Hours later Kate pushed the door to her room open and slumped into to chair by the TV with an exhausted sigh.
"Tough day at work dear?" Elizabeth teased, her feet protruding from under her bed.
"I'm too tired to even ask what you're doing under there Lizzie."
"I found it!" The other girl yelled rolling out from under the bed with a small box that looked like a camera case in hand.
"Great, I'm very happy for you. What did you have to talk to me about?" Kate yawned kicking off her sneakers.
"Oh you're going to be the first entry on my singles site, so smile." Liz clicked the camera, only to waste her film on a picture of Kate giving her a dirty look.
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
"I had this great idea to start a website for single Eden Hall students to meet. You know like a dating service thing, Mr. Costa (the computer instructor) said he'd help and dean Buckley gave me the go ahead."
"Look Lizzie, I'm glad you care so much that you developed this great idea, but I've got enough to worry about with the play, grades and trying to be a supportive member of the student body." Kate declared putting her hand in front of her face.
"Going to the hockey games to pick on the other teams doesn't constitute as being a supportive member of the student body. And you need to get a life, now say cheese." Unfortunately her roommate did not move her hand, so Liz was rewarded with a photo of Kate's fingers.
"The last thing I need is some guy to see my picture on there and think 'hey that's the girl in my trig class, maybe if I hook up with her she'll do my homework.' or something."
"You're the world's biggest pessimist." Liz sighed, something she very rarely did.
"And you're too optimistic for your own good." Kate rubbed her forehead like she had a migraine.
"Come on Kate, you may meet the man of your dreams." Her friend gave her the sad puppy face.
"Fine, if it means that much to you, I'll do it. But pictures are optional you got it?" Kate threw her hands in the are.
"Absolutely." Liz nodded feverishly.
"Good, now where's that form?"
And so Liz's great idea, began to become reality.
"Greg you have to." Kate pleaded, poking her chubby friend with the eraser on her pencil.
"I'm not doing it Kate." He declared matter- of -factly.
"Please…" Kate gave him the puppy dog eyes.
"Oh come on Kate, you know Goldie can't act his way out of a paper bag." Averman laughed, as a steady stream of Chemistry students continued to fill the room.
"Shut up Averman." Goldberg grumbled. "Kate why are you pushing this so hard?"
"Because Mr. Buttersworth gave me tons of responsibility and there's no way I can do this if there isn't at least one tolerable person in the cast."
"Hey Luis, how do you feel about the play?" Averman asked as the Latin speedster made his way to the back of the class room.
"I'm auditioning for Danny. Wouldn't want to deprive the girls of seeing me on stage." Luis made a gesture with his eyebrows that forced Kate to gag and roll her eyes.
"This is my point, no tolerable people." Kate sighed crossing her arms and putting her chin on them.
Luis gave her an awkward look.
"Hey, scoot over, will you sweetie?"
"Gladly." She picked up her books and walked around the lab table, to sit next to Goldberg, rather then across from him and next to Luis. Once in her seat she opened her notebook and prepared for class, annoyed and disappointed.
LATER THE DAY
After some severe nagging and a slight bit of whining, Kate had convinced Mr. Buttersworth, to allow her bring Goldberg on as her assistant, on the basis that organizing an entire play was a lot of work. She could be very persuasive when she put her mind to it. So the two sat side by side at a table, helping auditioneers fill out the paperwork needed before they could try out in front of Mr. Buttersworth and Ms. Delaney.
"Name?" She queried to the next person in line without looking up.
"Liz Williams." A familiar voice called back.
"Hey, Lizzie." Kate lifted her head with a smile. "I didn't know you were trying out."
"I hadn't planned on it, but Portman swayed me." The girl responded, with a dreamy grin.
"I see, so what part are you going out for?"
"Marty, my boyfriend wanted me to try out for Rizzo, but I was like 'no way, she's to moody.' So I figured Marty's good, she's a pink lady, but not a lead roll."
"Why's Portman want you to be Riz?" Kate jotted down the character her roommate was auditioning for.
"You'll never believe this, but he's going out for Kinicky." Liz replied.
Kate's jaw dropped.
"You're kidding?'
"Nope, he says anything that'll let him wear his leather jacket as his costume is worth giving a shot."
"Unbelievable, well I hope you two get the parts. Here take this to Mr. Buttersworth, he's casting the none singing parts."
"Thanks." Liz took the paper and started to walk away, then turned and yelled over her shoulder "I've gotta talk to you so meet me in the room later."
Meanwhile Goldberg was helping a pretty blonde of his own.
"Reagan Lambert, Sandy." She told him with an agitated groan.
Luis was standing behind her in line being incredibly immature, making kissing noises at her and such. It was driving her nutty, one would think he forgot that he had broken up with her. He was being suck and idiot, she just wanted to get away from him.
"Hey Mendoza, why don't you cut it out huh?" Goldie scolded, leaning around Reagan to glare at his friend.
"Thank you." Reagan smiled at the plump defensemen.
"No problem. Um, bring this to Ms. Delaney, for lead singing casting." Goldberg handed her, her information sheet. "Good luck."
"Thank you again." Reagan took the paper and disappeared in a puff of blonde hair.
Hours later Kate pushed the door to her room open and slumped into to chair by the TV with an exhausted sigh.
"Tough day at work dear?" Elizabeth teased, her feet protruding from under her bed.
"I'm too tired to even ask what you're doing under there Lizzie."
"I found it!" The other girl yelled rolling out from under the bed with a small box that looked like a camera case in hand.
"Great, I'm very happy for you. What did you have to talk to me about?" Kate yawned kicking off her sneakers.
"Oh you're going to be the first entry on my singles site, so smile." Liz clicked the camera, only to waste her film on a picture of Kate giving her a dirty look.
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
"I had this great idea to start a website for single Eden Hall students to meet. You know like a dating service thing, Mr. Costa (the computer instructor) said he'd help and dean Buckley gave me the go ahead."
"Look Lizzie, I'm glad you care so much that you developed this great idea, but I've got enough to worry about with the play, grades and trying to be a supportive member of the student body." Kate declared putting her hand in front of her face.
"Going to the hockey games to pick on the other teams doesn't constitute as being a supportive member of the student body. And you need to get a life, now say cheese." Unfortunately her roommate did not move her hand, so Liz was rewarded with a photo of Kate's fingers.
"The last thing I need is some guy to see my picture on there and think 'hey that's the girl in my trig class, maybe if I hook up with her she'll do my homework.' or something."
"You're the world's biggest pessimist." Liz sighed, something she very rarely did.
"And you're too optimistic for your own good." Kate rubbed her forehead like she had a migraine.
"Come on Kate, you may meet the man of your dreams." Her friend gave her the sad puppy face.
"Fine, if it means that much to you, I'll do it. But pictures are optional you got it?" Kate threw her hands in the are.
"Absolutely." Liz nodded feverishly.
"Good, now where's that form?"
And so Liz's great idea, began to become reality.