Zelda12343 - Yep, that's the Capulets all over!

Hermia and Lysander have got together, although we all know what happens to them. Wonder what Ros and Tibby are up to.

"Rosaline, could you stay behind a moment?" asked her maths teacher. Rosaline sighed. It was last period, and if she didn't leave now, she'd miss her train and have to walk home in the dark. Which sucked.

"What is it, Mr. Bastien?" asked Rosaline.

"I just wanted to talk to you about your mock exam result"

"It was an A*" said Rosaline.

"Exactly. From the moment you started this school, you have shone with promise. I think you should consider taking this subject at A Level, and then at university. There are so many career paths this could take you. I have never seen a girl with such talent"

"Thank you, sir" said Rosaline. Truth be told, she didn't want to have to sit in a classroom of disgusting nerds. It was social suicide. Rosaline had an image to maintain. Shari and Kaila were leaving at the end of this year to go to do whatever chav girls her age did. Got boyfriends. Got pregnant. Got benefits. Kids did not appeal to Rosaline at all. Being stuck in a squalid flat with five of them made her feel quite sick. She wanted out.

"You should consider-"

BANG!

Rosaline ran to the window. Tybalt was standing on a bench, laughing at something. She peered out further. He and his mates were setting fireworks off outside the chemistry department.

"That boy" growled Mr. Bastien "He is nothing but trouble"

Rosaline wanted to laugh. It thrilled her when Tybalt did naughty stuff. Even thought she mostly bickered with him about his troublemaking, she'd always liked a bad boy. A smirked formed on her lips.

"That boy is sexy when he's being naughty" uttered Rosaline, barely believing that she was saying the words.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said...That boy is SEXY when he's being naughty!" Rosaline sang daringly.

"That boy is nothing but trouble!" scolded Mr. Bastien.

"Well, see you later" Rosaline grabbed her stuff and was out of the door before he could scold her further. Tybalt was in the process of lighting another one when she began to walk up to him. He darted away and leapt onto the bench as it exploded.

"Shame we can't see the colours in the daylight, Tibby" said Rosaline, standing behind him.

"Hey, Ros!" greeted Tybalt, jumping off the bench to talk to her "Mr. Goner had a go at Sam for not doing his coursework. So we're giving him a heart attack. Look, there he is!"

He pointed at Mr. Goner cowering by the window.

"Ha!" chortled Rosaline. Sam walked over to Tybalt.

"Light another one, mate!"

Tybalt threw a lighter at Sam "Nah, you do it. My girl's here now. And anyway, I can't be bothered with Mr. Bastien having a go at me as well"

Rosaline glanced over her shoulder, and Mr. Bastien was staring out the window angrily. Several other teachers were slowly coagulating by the exit, ready to come and tell them off. The chavs scattered. Tybalt wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they headed out of the gates quickly. Rosaline let him led her. It felt so nice to have his arm around her. Tybalt led her down an alley to a smashed up old Vauxhall Nova.

"This is my car" said Tybalt, unlocking the front door. He unlocked the passenger seat and held it open for her.

"Do you have a license?" asked Rosaline.

"Nope" said Tybalt.

"And your seventeenth birthday isn't until May?"

"Yep" said Tybalt.

"Should you be driving at all?"

"Who cares?" shrugged Tybalt "I drive way better than half my mates do. And anyway, I can't have my girl walking home in the dark and the cold"

"You're such a gentleman"

"I have my moments" Tybalt shut the door, and climbed in the driver's seat. He slammed shut that door, and the car wobbled precariously. Rosaline sniffed. The car stunk. It was some horrible mixture of unwashed boy, petrol, cigarettes, and something else.

"Tibby, this car stinks. And it's wobbling. What if it breaks down?"

"It doesn't stink. And if it breaks down I'll call the AA or the RAC"

"Who will find out that you are underage, don't have a license, and get you arrested"

"Then I'll have to fix it myself" said Tybalt "Case closed. Come on, I'm taking you for a spin. How about a tour of Verona?"

"As if I haven't seen it before" scoffed Rosaline. Tybalt ignored her, switched on the ignition, and the car jerked into life. Tybalt drove down the end of the alley and out into the streets. True to his word, he wasn't a bad driver, but the car was so bumpy it felt worse than it really was. They sped around roads, casually nearly ran over a granny, casually almost killed some children, and when Tybalt reached the motorway he sped up more.

"How fast are you going?" shouted Rosaline.

"Faster than 80!" yelled Tybalt, switching on the music. Rosaline whooped, and sat up in her seat. This was exhilarating! Being with a bad boy like Tybalt always made her feel like she was on a high. Like she was spinning and falling, and it was so good.

Lord Montague's car drew level with them. Rosaline goggled.

"Tybalt, look left!"

"Why?" he turned and looked "Hey, look who's in the passenger seat!"

"Romeo" Rosaline mimicked vomiting.

Tybalt turned up the music even louder, and drove even faster. Rosaline's heart beat wildly. This was so mad, so bad, so crazy. Tybalt honked at the car, and she giggled helplessly. They'd been spotted. Tybalt's eyes locked on the road as other drivers beeped at him. The car was zooming out of control. Rosaline did not know what would happen next, but it thrilled her. Tybalt could get in heaps and heaps of trouble for this. He was already on the verge of being expelled and he had a criminal record. Her life was in his hands. He could crash any minute now. It was a frightening thought really.

But he thrilled her. And there was nothing she would change about that.