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"Look at me! I'm a rockstar!" Clarence yelled, standing on the table and swinging his arms round in air guitar motion. Richard rolled his eyes.

"George, get down from there!"

"No!"

"Ned! Make him get down!" Richard sighed, exasperated. He turned his head to his oldest brother. "Please!"

Ned- Edward- Plantagenet, sat on his chair, his legs on the desk in front of him. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and was smoking a cigarette. He lowered his glasses for a moment, looking at Richard and George, before lifting them over his eyes again and taking a puff of his cigarette lazily.

"George, as the oldest, the smartest, the hottest and the greatest of us all, I command you to get down from there, before the teacher comes in."

"Who are you, our mother? And no, no way are YOU the HOTTEST. That is obviously me, ain't that right Iz?" He turned to his girlfriend, raising his eyebrows.

"Sure." She replied, not bothered, "Whatever you say, George."

"Love you!" George cooed, before turning to face his brother, smirking, arms folded. He stuck his tongue out at him. "Told you!"

"Whatever…" Ned mumbled, taking another puff, "I don't care."

"Sure you don't!"

Clarence started tap dancing and waving his arms crazily. He started singing:

"'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars

And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars

The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap

We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat!

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars

In the VIP with the movie stars

Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there

Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair-"

The door burst open, revealing Mercutio and Hal standing in the doorway.

"Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar!" Mercutio sang.

"Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar!" Hal joined in.

"And I want you all to shut up!" Ned shouted. "I'm tryin' to smoke in peace here!"

"Whatever…" Mercutio rolled his eyes, before his eyes widened and gleamed. "Hey, Ned! If you wanna smoke so badly, why don't you go and hang out with Tybalt and his cronies? They'll be glad to have in their big boys club!"

"Are you f*&^$ng retarded, Mercutio?!" Ned yelled. "I'd rather hang myself or hang out with Prince than hang out with that slob!"

"That can be arranged…" Mercutio said, eyes dark and gleaming still. He then laughed out loud, much to Ned's annoyance.

"Hal!" A girlish sequel came from over in the corner. Hal turned to see a girl fling herself at him, hugging him tightly. "What did Warwick do? What did he say? Are you in trouble?"

Hal gave her a confident smile. "Relax, Kate, I'm fine. Warwick gave us detention every break, lunch and after school for two weeks, but I'm fine."

Kate's eyes widened. "Two weeks?! How will I be able to see you?!"

Hal laughed. "Relax, baby, I'll find a way. Henry Plantagenet always finds a way…"

He lifted up her hand and kissed it. "I'm okay, Kate, I always am…"

He sat down on the table, and pulled Kate down beside him. "Now," he said lightly, "What's going on? Anything good?"

"Nah. Nothing."

"Great!" Hal cheered, clapping his hands together enthusiastically, "More stuff for me and Merc to do! "What you say, Merc? Shall we go and annoy Tibby?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Hell, no!" Benvolio cried. "Mercutio, you are not going to get in anymore trouble, you hear me?!"

Mercutio pouted. "AWWW, Benny!"

"No!"

"Hardass…"

"I heard that…"

Richard looked towards the door as it opened, and George and Lennie came in. Lennie was clinging onto George's arm, and George held a bloody tissue in his hand.

"How is he?" Richard whispered, as George sat down beside him."

"He's okay…"

"How long did it take you to stop him crying?"

"About 30 minutes."

Richard winced. Lennie's crying fits and tantrums were getting worse, and only George could stop them. What was going to happen to Lennie if something happened to him?

Richard shuddered. "He's okay now, though, isn't he?"

"Yeah. He's okay."

Richard leaned over and saw Lennie dabbing at his face with a bear paw hand. The blood had been wiped off, but the cuts remained, and were sore and red. It would take a while for them to heal.

Richard winced again.

He patted George on the shoulder and smiled at him kindly. "Good thing he's got you, George. What would he do without you?"

"I don't know, and I don't like to think about it." George said sharply. "I don't want to know, and Lennie doesn't need to worry. He does that too much."

Richard nodded.

Just then, the door opened again, and Tybalt strolled in, soon followed by Heathcliff, who was grumbling and mumbling angrily under his breath.

"Oooh!" Mercutio yelled, clapping his hands delightedly, "Look, Hal! Tibby's come to play!"

Hal laughed. "Hey, Tibby!" he jeered. "Want play with a ball of string?"

Tybalt growled. "Shut it, Lancaster scum!"

Hal mock-gasped. "Oooh! You've just insulted Prince as well, you know! And Harry! And Henry!"

"Who?"

"Harry! He's another student, who's Lancastrian, and Henry Tudor's one too!"

"Whatever…"

The door then opened, and the Form Tutor came in.

"Ok, Class, settle down! Form time is now in session."

"What, are we in court?" Mercutio giggled.

The Form Tutor raised an eyebrow. "Sure, Mercutio…"

The computer switched on and the register popped up on the screen.

"Ok. Silence for the register!"

Everyone went silent.

"Juliet."

"Here, sir!"

"Tybalt."

"Whatever, dude."

"Danceny."

"Here."

"Cathy."

"Here, sir!"

"Heathcliff."

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Mercutio."

"Aye, aye, Captain!'

"Milton."

"Here."

"Benvolio."

"Here, sir!"

"Romeo."

"Here, Mr!"

"Anne."

"Here!"

"Isabel."

"Here, sir."

"Richard."

"Here, sir!"

"Clarence."

"YO!"

"Edward."

"Right here, man!"

"Edmund."

"Here, sir."

"Hal."

"That's me, baby!"

"Lennie."

"U-uh… Here!"

"Tourvel."

"Here."

"Kate."

"Here, sir!"

"Vicomte."

"What the hell you want?!"

"And Cecile."

"Here, sir!"

Ping! The computer sent the register off and the teacher stood up.

"Vicomte!" he frowned. "Are you chewing gum?!"

Vicomte, with his legs on the desk, opened his mouth, revealing chewed up, wet gum.

"Ewww!" Mercutio giggled. "Cool! Hey, Valmont, give me some!"

"Get your own!"

"Vicomte-"

"Valmont to you!"

"VALMONT, please get rid of the gum! No gum allowed in school."

"Uhhh! Fine," the strikingly handsome adolescent sighed, getting to his feet and strolling over to the bin angrily. He spat it out and went back to his seat.

"Thank you, Valmont."

"Whatever." He sulked.

The teacher clapped his hands. "Now, Class, I have an announcement to make. As you know, it'll be Christmas soon-"

"It's November!" Hal interrupted.

"And to celebrate, the school is arranging-"

"A Nativity Play!" Edward shouted.

"A dance for the Year 10s, 11s, and the Sixth Formers."

"SWEET!" Clarence cheered. "A chance for me to score with some hot chicks!"

Isabel cleared her throat loudly. Clarence gave her a goofy smile. "Whoops. Sorry dear!"

"Better."

"It will be held on the last day of school- the 20th of December." The teacher continued. "And everyone can bring in food, drinks, wear non-uniform, and of course- dates." He winked an eye at the children, and picked up his jacket.

The bell rang for first period and the class stood up and picked up their school bags.

Richard turned to George, who was busy helping Lennie put his belongings in his bag. "You'll be okay?"

George looked up at him, surprised. "No one needs to be worried about me…" he stated firmly. He turned to Lennie, patted him on the arm, and walked out, Lennie hurrying behind him.

"Richard?" He turned to see Anne looking at him concerned. "Are you alright?"

Richard shook his head and smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. I've got English first, you?"

Anne smiled at him. "Yeah, I'm in the same class as you, silly!" She shoved him slightly, and laughed. Richard blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot…"

"Hey, lovebirds!" Mercutio called, Hal standing next to him, "Let's go, before Hal and I end up getting another detention!"

"Not another!" Hal groaned.

Richard smiled. "Ok, we're going!" and he motioned for Anne to go first. He smiled as he watched her go, before following her out the door.

He definitely knew who he was going to ask to go with him to the Christmas Dance!