Zelda12343 - Did you mean Tybalt or Lord C in the last bit of your review?

So, it's Rosaline's 16th birthday. And for today's chapter, Hermia is going to be very out of character.

Hermia's birthday present to Rosaline was going to be beautiful. She watched the bitch, wearing a slinky red dress and with her nails painted to match, swanning around, sucking up to Tybalt, never mind the fact that Orlando was also here.

Tybalt had been the one to throw this party for her. It was just typical. Rosaline always ganged up against Hermia with him. Hermia knew Tybalt hated her because she was a constant living reminder of the turmoil and scandals within his stupid precious Capulet family. Rosaline was just a jealous bitch who wanted to be a Capulet so she could be a capitalist without also being a hypocrite. Hermia was an outcast in this family, just a 'bit on the side' conceived in a steamy affair, and Rosaline and Tybalt loved nothing more than reminding her of the fact.

Hermia also knew that Rosaline was just playing with Romeo's heart, stringing him along for fun and probably laughing about him behind his back to Tybalt as she did so. Mercutio, Benvolio and Romeo rarely ever fell out, but that girl had caused them too. She had probably plotted this with Tybalt as well. This, Hermia was not happy about. They were the greatest group of friends she had. They were fun, and had virtually the same sense of humour as her. When her dad was being an oppressive douche bag, and her step-mum was being a cow and telling her off for getting all muddy after rugby practise, they were her refuge. And Benvolio was absolutely adorable. Yes.

Hermia didn't even claim to be a bitchy person. That was one of the reasons why she disliked Rosaline so much. She liked a good joke, a laugh, to be able to chill out, and preferred hanging out with boys to girls because of this. Girls always messed around with each other's heads and it drove her nuts. When she watched Mean Girls with Mercutio, she just couldn't help but think Rosaline was the Queen Bee, with all those evil schemes. Hermia likened herself and Mercutio to Janis and Damien!

But her revenge plan was so superbly bitchy that she just couldn't help but be proud of it. All it took, was for Orlando to walk out the room for a few moments. Boys loved Hermia, and Hermia was ready to take advantage of the fact.

And would luck have it, Orlando excused himself to go to toilet. Hermia waited, and then followed. She stood behind a bookshelf, sucked on her lower lip to give it more colour, as unlike some people she did not wear make-up non-stop, hitched her dress down a little lower, and waited for him to come out. When he did, she stepped straight into his path.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" Hermia pretended to gasp "I didn't realize you were coming out. Are you hurt?"

"No, no" insisted Orlando "I should have seen where I was going. I'm sorry"

"No, no, I'm sorry. You're Rosaline's boyfriend, aren't you?"

"Yes" replied Orlando.

"But it's funny how close she is with Tybalt, isn't it?"

"Yeah...she explained to me how they were close as kids. That's cool. I'm cool with it. And he had a party for her, I guess. I mean, you don't break off friendships just for guys, do you?"

"Of course not" said Hermia, fluttering her eyelashes "I should know. I like guys"

"Yeah, I noticed"

"But do you know what type of guy I like?"

"What?" asked Orlando, playing along. There was a goofy kind of grin on his face. Hermia grinned back. This just got better and better.

"I like cute guys, with gorgeous brown eyes"

"I have brown eyes"

"Aha" said Hermia. She pressed her lips against his, and then pushed him against the wall. He didn't complain or push her off. Now all she had to do was wait for someone to come and find them. And as cake was about to be served, of course someone would come and find them. It didn't matter who it was – secrets were hard to keep in the Capulet family!

Back downstairs, Juliet, Tybalt and Rosaline had clustered together.

"Where's Hermia gone?" asked Juliet "This is her favourite song!"

"Who cares?" shrugged Tybalt.

"I care!" replied Juliet, batting him with the back of her hand.

"And so's Orlando" added Rosaline "He's also missing. We're having cake soon. Shall I go and look for them?"

"No, I'll go" said Tybalt.

"No, Tibby, don't worry about it. I'll go. I don't like this song. See you in a bit"

Lord Capulet, who had been watching the party with a vulture's eye, walked up to them and scowled "And if Hermia's up to her usual tricks, like, I don't know, drawing a penis on my bedroom door, just ignore her and get me"

Juliet snorted, but a glare from her mother silenced her.

Rosaline got up, and headed upstairs. It was quiet up here, and a lot cooler. Her ears felt a little numb from how loudly Tybalt was playing the music. Rosaline was flushed from the heat and dancing, and slowly her heart beat calmed down. Tybalt was a great dancer.

"Orlando?" she called "Orlando? Hermia? Are you up here?"

She didn't see them in the first couple of corridors, which increased her annoyance as she wanted her cake and attention now and she knew that it was highly likely Hermia was messing with her. So she started calling obscure things to hopefully draw Hermia out.

"Hermia? Bastard!" sang Rosaline, hoping to catch her attention "Where are you, you Montague-licking bastard?"

Rosaline turned the corner "Oh my..."

And there was Hermia and Orlando, pressed against the wall, kissing.