Shit, a next day update? What?

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This day was pretty ordinary for the most part. I sat in the back of the theatre watching the teacher yell at several students, all in which laughed at her outrage. Leo would occasionally lean over to me and make some side comment that would distract me from my sudden drawl to Will.

Now, before you get ahead of yourself, the thing that made it weird was that only last class did Will not show up, but I did see him, and he was giving a note to the Gym Teacher. After a few minute, the teacher gave him a once over before nodding his head, and I watched as Will exited the Gym.

But here he was, sitting at the bottom on the theatre in the first row of seats talking with his friend group. Where was he at?

My attention was quickly drawn from him when the teacher decided to make an announcement.

"Alright, so as I have been talking about this a little bit in the past, I have finally gotten the date for the play that we'll be going to see."

What? Okay, I was now officially confused even more. Just when you think…

"Oh, yeah, you weren't here when she said that she wanted to take us on a field trip to go and see a professional play in the city," Leo informed me, nudging me with his arm to get my attention.

"Ah," is all I said back, nodding my head in a numbing notion.

"So which one is it?" Percy, I think, asked, flicking his fingers as a gesture.

"Well, I went over the ones that'll be showing around the time, and I have decided on Phantom of the Opera."

There was a collective murmur from the class, people looking at one another with agreeing nods and accepting expressions.

"So, I have printed out the permission forms for you all, and I'll be handing them out while you get the last day of practice in before you perform the scenes you have been assigned."

Leo jumped straight up and headed down the stairs, jumping and fumbling over the last few. He skidded a crossed the floor and stopped directly in front Callie. She simple gave him a discussed look before rolling her eyes with a sigh and walking away, Leo following her like a lot puppy.

I laughed gently to myself at the sight, letting a small smile cross my lips.

With a heavier sigh, I got up from my spot and headed down the stairs, taking the permission form with a shy smile, nodding when she smiled back at me. I stuff it into my pocket and headed over to where Will was still talking with his friends. I kept a suitable distance from them and waited for that damn blonde.

When he finally waved his friends goodbye, he made his way over to me, his head still turning back to face them ever few seconds to add something before laughing and turning away. He managed to finally make his way over to where I stood, not stopping to turn around and talk to his friends. He put his finger up to me to signal 'one minute' and walked passed me.

Did that fucker just fucking tell me to stay put? I know where he can stick that finger up.

When he came back, he sat down on the floor with a huff, eyes closed. I rolled my eyes and sat down, not wanting to be here with this guy.

"Fuck, I love Phantom of the Opera," he said with an excited tone.

I just nodded, unsure of how to contribute to his little fan-moment.

We agreed on going over the scene word-wise without scripts during the class, but something kept nagging at me. Where was he during gym? It's not like I can just straight up ask him, because wouldn't that seem like I care about him and noticed that he was gone?

But I'm not too sure it was just gym class that started to bug me, because no matter how many times his phone goes off, he is always stopping and checking it, staring at it for minutes sometimes. His expression blank, unreadable. I'm not too sure this is connected to the thing in gym, but something has had his attention for more of the day, at least I presume.

Even with the small amount material to cover, we only go through the scene roughly five times in the entire class time. He even left early at the end, leaving me with about five minutes of spare time to do whatever I wanted.

I fish out my phone and find my fingers pulling up my previous text messages to Will, fingertips lingering just above the button, itching to type something out. Most likely to ask what was going on, but seriously, why would I care? Maybe it had something to do with what occurred at his house two nights ago, but it just itches at me, and I really want to drop it.

So why can't I?

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I never ended up texting him, thank God, but something about it never leaves me. And knowing my luck, I'm going to forget all about this and have it come back and bite it in my ass whether or not I realise it.

But as I'm putting one some shirt I presume is clean, Hazel knocks gently on my door before it slowly squeaked open and her golden eyes peered in nervously. I find my shoulders relax as I make eye contact with her. I smile gently back at her.

"Hey," I call to her.

"Sorry for just barging in," she says softly, slowly opening the rest of the door to enter my room.

"It's fine, you can come in whenever you want."

"Okay," she tells me, but she will never do it.

"What's on your mind?" I ask her, pulling up my pants.

"I wont be home for supper," Hazel informs me, adverting her eyes as her cheeks darken even more.

"Oh, where will you be?"

"You know Frank, right? From gym?" I nod at her and she continues. "Well, he asked me out yesterday and…"

"That's great!" I tell her, hugging her tightly. She tenses at the sudden contact but relaxes into my hug as she wraps her arms around my back and squeezes back.

"Thanks," she says, burying her face into my neck.

"Anything you need," I tell her.

…..

Well, Will was back in gym yesterday, as if nothing happened. The teacher had me run a few things around for him, so by the time I got back, Will was dripping with sweat, panting with a faraway look in his eyes, full of determination. Hazel was timidly partnered up with Frank as they passed a ball back and forth to each other.

I decided that doing gym at this point would be pointless for me, so I took a ball and bounced it a few times off to the side to make it look like I was doing something. If there was one thing that I'm good at is bull shitting my way through things to make it seems like I know what I'm doing or just the allusion that I'm actually doing something.

I got a little distracted by absolutely nothing and lost control on the ball, having it roll away from me. I sigh, debating whether or not to actually go and pick it up. I watched it roll between other student's feats, its bounce dying down with every bit of contact to the ground.

As I watched it, my mind started to go blank, only to be snapped out of it when I heard a voice clear as day over top of the noisy gym, sound of chatter and balls bouncing, like a bell over a dullness.

"Think fast!"

When I looked up, I saw a ball coming at me. I put my hands up and caught it, stumbling around to gain proper control over it. I looked up and saw Will walking over to me, pushing his hair out of his face with his hand, his cheeks a soft pink, and his breath hitched. Something about it was…

"Where were you at the start of class?" he asked as I tossed the ball back to him.

"Had to do some running around for Mr. Satan over there."

"Oh, c'mon, he isn't that bad," Will pleaded, a soft laughter escaping his pale lips.

"Oh yeah? Making us do nothing but basketball for weeks on end?"

"Well, I guess there's that, but…" his voice trailed off as if he couldn't find a reason even for himself. "Anyways, you ready for Drama?" he asked, something hidden under his voice.

I just made a low noise in the back of my throat, hoping he got how much I didn't want to do this.

Looking at him now, with that far-out look still present in his eyes, still made me wonder. I could never read him, no matter how hard I try. There was a sort of mystery that I hated; it made me want figure out what it was, but I didn't want anything to do with him, so it eats away at me.

We stood in silence watching the others fumble around with basketballs. When we got called out by the teacher, Will and I started to pass the ball back and forth at each other to make it seem like we were doing something.

"So, how's your sister doing?"

"God, you're still on that?"

"Yeah," he said nonchalantly. "She's hot."

"She's my sister," I shot back.

"All the better."

I looked at him and he only chucked lowly, a smile spreading a crossed his face.

"Hey, I should come over to your place," he says, tossing the ball to me. I hold on to it and just look at him.

"God, no. Why?"

"Well, I know where you live now, so I could totally stop by and say 'hi' to your sister."

"I would rather get shot than have you as my Step-Brother. Anyway, pretty sure she's going out with Frank now. At least tonight."

His face looks sad, but that over-the-top sad, full pout and all.

"Why are all the good ones taken?" he speaks sadly, shaking his head. When his eyes meet mind, he smiles and sighs. "Well, can't have them all. But I mustn't give up!"

I roll my eyes and toss the ball at him, hard.

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Here's a more fun chapter. I didn't exactly mean to write another damn chapter, but things happen you know? So I'm just tossing in some things I've been mulling over in my head so lets just see where this goes.

But holy shit, you guys are literally the best! Like seriously, you don't even realise it. You guys are the reason I'm trash and I promise to continue to be that trash if can continue to put up with my trash! But seriously I love you all!

I wrote this entire chapter listening to the sound track for Phantom of the Opera. We got it in band and I just can't drop it, I just love it!

So, next chapter is the scenes. I just forgot my ipod at home and that's were all of them are on and I'm really lazy.

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Hope you enjoyed this little info-filler chapter and I hope you over think everything in this chapter because you'll be doing more work than me.

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