"Why does Jade have to be so pretty?" I asked. I was in my bedroom with Teresa.
"I don't know, Mariah. But you probably shouldn't telling me about this," she said. There was a knock on the door. She went to the door and opened it.
"Hi, is Mariah here?" Jade said. Wait, Jade is at my house? I drove to the door.
"Yes, of course," I said. She smiled and walked in front of me.
"Hey babygirl," she started to lean in.
"Mariah!" I heard the voice of Mr. Sikowitz. "Wake up. I know Teresa isn't here, but that doesn't mean that you can sleep in my class," I woke up and looked around the classroom, my eyes immediately went to Jade. It was like my eyes had aimbot or something. She was the most beautiful person I ever seen.
"Oh...um, sorry. My mom wouldn't wake up last night so I had to stay up," I replied.
"Hey, stop staring at Jade," Tori said. Jade looked at her angrily.
"What, Tori? Why can't Mariah stare at me?" She yelled. She stood up and walked over to her. Mr. Sikowitz walked in between them.
"Girls, what Mariah stares at is her and what she stares at's business. This isn't boxing class, this is acting class," he said. "But if you want to act this out on the stage, be my guest," Tori stood up.
"Let's do this," she said. She walked to the podium and Jade did too.
"Action!" He said. The girls stood in front of each other.
"Jade, you usually get mad when anyone stares at you," Tori said. Jade walked closer.
"Usually? What does that supposed to mean?" She asked, smiling devilishly. Tori stepped back. "Maybe, you're jealous someone is staring at me not you,"
"Oooh, the plot thickens," Mr. Sikowitz said.
"What? I'm not jealous," Tori exclaimed. Jade walked closer.
"I think you are. The stereotypical hot girl not being stared at. Your self confidence is low because the new girl isn't interested in you. Oh, poor Tori. It must be killing you," she said.
"My self confidence is fine, thank you," Tori said. "And I'm not gay!"
"Gay or not, my point still stands," Jade replied. "Especially when you didn't say anything about it before,"
"I- um..."
"Have nothing to say? I know," she smiled. "It's so interesting, isn't it?" She walked off the stage, grazing her finger on my shoulder. I looked up at her and she smiled. "You're welcome," she whispered.
"For what?" I asked.
"You'll know," she walked to her seat.
