Disclaimer- Fine! Ok, I'm not Diane Duane. Are you happy now? Oh, and I'm not Shakespeare either, in case you were wondering.

"Noooo!" One devastated sophomore screeched.

"The Bastards!!" Another junior screamed, causing a hall monitor to make a bee line towards her.

I kept a safe distance back and watched the growing chaos in front of me. Kit grabbed my arm and pulled me back out of the path of a angry senior storming furiously away from the list.

The list. The character list. As in the list that told all those at try outs if they made the cut.

And I didn't care. Not in the slightest bit. I felt more of a slight twinge of curiosity but by no means regarded it with the same passion as those milling around me.

Kit was standing beside me taking in all the action with a look of glee. I always said he was a bit off.

"Right," I said finally, "I'm gonna go get a soda."

I turned away from the scene and tried to walk away. Try being the operative word. Kit reached out a hand to stop me.

"We didn't see the results." he said, still looking at the flurry of people crowding around the list.

I looked over where he was looking just in time to see a freshman girl punch another freshman girl for getting the part she wanted.

"I think I'll pass, thanks."

"You tried out, you have to look at the results." Kit tore his gaze away from the fray to look at me.

"Why? I didn't get in. I was horrible." I assured him.

"Nonsense!" Kit said happily, "You were great!"

I regarded him for a moment before coming to a conclusion, "You didn't watch me try out did you?"

"Of course I did!" he said quickly. Too quickly.

I stood in front of him and gave him an expectant look.

"Ok," he relented, "I didn't watch."

"I knew it." I sneered.

"I meant to. I just got distracted, that's all." he said, trying to look pitiful.

"And what exactly distracted you from watching your best friends try out when you were the one who dragged her down there?" I said, pretending to be mad. In all actuality it was kind of fun to watch him squirm.

"Well, I was talking to Vivian and…." he trailed off, looking at his feet.

"Ah…Vivian" I fake sneered.

"Yeah…" he said, shifting awkwardly.

That was pretty much all I could take. I started laughing and when he realized what I had been doing he punched me on the arm and started laughing to.

"Whatever, wait here. I'm going to go check the list. Wish me luck." and with that he was gone, disappearing into the rowdy crowd before I could actually wish him luck.

I stood there, where he had left me, waiting impatiently. I wonder if I could go get a soda and be back before him? Probably not. Kit's shouting broke me from my thoughts.

"Nita! Nita! Neets!"

I turned around to see Kit running towards me. Before I could make fun of him for acting like such a nerd in the hallway he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the throng. People jostled and pushed at all sides of me but Kit just kept pulling me after him despite my many attempts at wrenching my hand free.

"Kit! What are you doing?" I screamed at him over the noise but he just ignored me.

After nearly loosing several limbs and having to kick at various people to get them to stop pushing us Kit pulled me to a stop in front of the list.

"Look, just look." he said, holding me by my shoulders so I wouldn't turn away from the list.

Kit put his finger on the list and dragged it down coming to a stop under a new line of names entitled 'leading roles'. I followed his thick, tan hand and read what he was showing me.

LEADING ROLES

Helena- Callahan, Juanita

Demetrius- Rodriguez, Christopher

Lysander- Chan, Ricky

Hermia- Hughes, Vivian

Shit.

I voiced this thought to Kit and he said, "What? You're the leading role. Why aren't you happy?"

I didn't answer, I just repeated my previous sentiments.

"I don't get it. What's wrong?" he asked, looking confused.

"I didn't want the lead role," I said, starting to feel slightly hysterical, "I didn't want any role!"

"Why wouldn't you want the lead role?"

I turned around, roughly wrenching my shoulders from his hands where they still rested, and nearly making him loose his balance. I pushed right past him and made my way through the now smaller crowd. Kit chased after me calling my name but I kept walking.

I had to tell Mr. Guyner that I didn't want the part so he could find someone else before it was too late. He could give it to one of those disappointed girls I saw leaving the list. They'd be thrilled to have it. Let them play stupid Helena.

Kit grabbed me by the waist and lifted me off the ground when he saw where I was going, swinging me around and pushing us out an emergency exit so we came to a stop in a deserted side parking lot. By this time people were looking at us oddly but we just ignored them.

"What is wrong with you?!" I screamed, "Put me down right now!"

When he didn't put me down I kicked at him backwards landing a pretty hard blow to his shin. He grunted beneath me and dropped me to my feet, bending over to rub his leg.

"What is wrong with you?!" I repeated loudly, thankful the parking lot we were in was deserted.

"You can't quit." He said straightening up.

"I most certainly can." I said, starting to fear for my best friends sanity.

"No, you can't." he pleaded with me.

"Why not?" Maybe I should take him to the school nurse.

"Because then you would leave me alone and I would look like an idiot in front of Vivian." he explained.

Ah. That explains it. He's not crazy. He's in love.

Same thing.

"Look, Kit. You're gonna have to get the girl on your own because there's no way in hell I'm going up on stage in front of half the school and have them mock me the way we mocked the actors the last two years." I said stubbornly, shaking my head, "Nu-uh. Not gonna happen. Never gonna happen."

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