Dawnstar94 - I had to remind myself about Hermia being in his future because I felt bad writing it.

Oreoskidz - She's a silly girl. I'd pick Benny over all the boys in a heartbeat.

Poor ol' Benvolio. He's been dumped for girly Gabriel. I doubt Rose will want to be with him when he starts wearing skirts in public with her. Back to Tybalt and Rosaline. I had to study 'Of Mice And Men' last year in English too. I would've liked it a hell of a lot more if I hadn't had to analyse the poor thing to a pulp.

"Last weekend was awesome!" jeered Sam, as Rosaline walked with Tybalt into school to sit her first exam.

"Not now, Sam, bruv, I'm helping my girl revise" replied Tybalt "What does the title 'Of Mice And Men' represent?"

"You already asked me that. It comes from the poem that goes like, 'The best laid schemes of mice and men, often go wrong'" answered Rosaline.

"Just checking you know it" Tybalt kissed her on her cheek.

"Enough, we're at school now" said Rosaline.

"All right. Come and find me after the exam, I'll take you out to lunch and you can tell me how it went. I have a couple of frees, so we should have enough time. You're going to ace it. English is well easy"

"You got a C" added Greg.

Tybalt flushed "Pass is a pass, isn't it? And that was with no revision, whatsoever"

"If you had revised, you could have easily got an A" scoffed Rosaline. They passed through the throes of people, only to hear a chorus of sniggers and giggles. At first, she ignored them, but as she walked down the corridors towards her locker, they intensified. Everyone was looking at her, and she didn't know why.

"Tibby, what's going on?" hissed Rosaline.

"I don't know" shrugged Tybalt. He looked at the crowds of students milling around, and tried to listen to what they said.

"...broke her vow..."

"...lied to everyone..."

"...with him! He's gross..."

"...whore..."

Finally, he found Juliet.

"What's going on?" he hissed.

Juliet struggled to keep a straight face "Nothing, I don't know what you're talking about"

"Why is everyone sniggering and laughing at Ros?"

"I don't know" Juliet replied innocently.

Tybalt's eyes suddenly blazed red "What has Hermia done now?"

"Hermia hasn't done anything" retorted Juliet "Stop being so horrid about her. She's my sister and your cousin, and you blame her for everything"

"No, I don't!" snapped Tybalt "She brings it on herself, pissing me off all the time"

"Whatever, Tybalt" Juliet rolled her eyes, but then she caught sight of Paris Vincentino "Quick, hide me!"

"What?"

But Tybalt had no time to object before Juliet had run behind him. He turned around to face her "What's the matter? Has he done something to you? Something I should beat him up for?"

"No, no! He fancies me, and he's a creep. That's it. I'm just ignoring him. Mum says I should be nice to him, since he's Escalus' nephew, but I can't stand him"

"Let me take care of him" Tybalt patted his cousin on the shoulder "Oi!"

Paris startled "What is it, Tybalt?" he gulped.

"I hear you've been bothering my cousin" growled Tybalt. He scowled, hoping to intimidate the little git a bit, but to his surprise, Paris was...laughing?

"What's funny?" snarled Tybalt "What are you laughing at, you creep? Maybe you're a lot more like that goofy idiot of a cousin of yours than I thought"

"I'm sorry" Paris sniggered "It's just hard to take someone seriously when his girlfriend..."

"His girlfriend did what!" Tybalt all but roared. All thoughts of Juliet were pushed aside as his mind turned to Rosaline.

"Haven't you heard?" asked Paris.

Tybalt frowned in confusion "No"

"Everyone knows about you and Rosaline" Paris went on "Hermia stole Rosaline's birth control pills, and her and Mercutio filmed you making out, and showed it to Romeo Montague. He had an emo breakdown, and he's told everyone that Rosaline has broken her vow! Which, I assume you're responsible for, since, um, you were the ones making out"

His eyes flickered away from Tybalt's for a moment. Tybalt felt anger coursing through his veins, he felt that familiar angry bubbling in his heart. This always happened before he exploded with anger.

"Tibby!" cried Rosaline, weaving through the throes of students "They know! They know!"

The angry fire cooled, just enough for him to pull Rosaline through the crowds to beside him. He felt her shake. This was bad. Her exam was in less than ten minutes, and people were laughing, gossiping. Those bastard Montagues...he'd thought Gabriel taking Benvolio out of the picture would shut them up for a few weeks but evidently not. He tried to embrace her, but she pushed him away.

"You bragged"

"What?" asked Tybalt, confused.

"You bragged, didn't you? You told everyone you'd slept with me, you bragged to all your mates and anyone in earshot that you'd 'nailed the virgin' I thought you were a gentleman, but it turns out you're a pig!"

"I did not brag!" protested Tybalt "I'd never brag"

"You did about those other chicks" added Petruchio. Tybalt flushed red.

"They were just whores. Rosaline, you're different. I love you! I love you with all my heart, more than anyone here could ever imagine. Hear me out!"

"Liar!" Rosaline's ice blue eyes flashed with anger, but Tybalt also knew she was trying not to cry "You must have been laughing about me behind my back the whole time. I thought what we had meant something. If I'd known you just wanted me for a shag then I would have never slept with you! The least you can do is leave me alone and let me get on with my exam"

"I didn't!" cried Tybalt "I did not. Hear me out. I care about you!"

"This is awesome!" giggled Juno, pulling out his phone to film. Gabriel grabbed it.

"Don't even think about it, Juno. You aren't spreading any rumours or gossip about my sister. If anyone spreads rumours or gossip around here, it will be because I say so!" he snarled. Juno looked taken aback.

"I'm sorry, Gabriel. Please may I have my phone back?"

Gabriel passed it back "Keep it"

"Don't touch me, you pig!" screamed Rosaline, turning on her heel and running down to the hall to line up for the exam. Tybalt tried to follow, but the throes of students got in his way. He felt the anger, boiling under his skin. He wanted to hit something, to break something, to destroy. He balled his fist, turned and swung a punch at the wall. A visible dent was left, and Tybalt felt his knuckles sting and watched blood stream down his wrist. It felt good. He did it again, and then turned to yell at the crowds.

"Having fun? Yeah? Watching the show? I'll give you a better fucking show if you want! You think this is funny? How funny is this?" Tybalt kicked over a stack of lockers, and they tumbled to the ground like dominoes. The smash echoed around the school. Students ran urgently out the way.

"Tybalt, no, stop it!" cried Juliet, pulling at his arm uselessly "No more trouble, please, you promised to calm down!"

She pressed her hands against his chest to try and stop him, but Tybalt shoved her off.

"Shut up, you fucking brat! I never promised anything. This is me! I hate the world, I hate Verona, I hate my life, and I hate the fucking Montagues! Don't touch me, you shitty little brat. I want to hit things, 'cause that's me!" roared Tybalt. Several teachers were running down the corridor towards him, to try and restrain their worst student.

"Fuck off!" bellowed Tybalt "Fuck off!"

"If you don't calm down, Tybalt, then we'll have no choice but to expel you!" scolded the head teacher.

"Go on then!" snarled Tybalt "Expel me! You've wanted to for years. Make my fucking day!"

He turned on his heel, and stormed out of the school. Juliet followed, shouting at him to calm down, so Tybalt broke into a run. He was faster than her, and she lost track of him after he left the school gates. He slammed himself down on a bench, and wished he was dead.