Senseless Love

Chapter 8

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A few days have passed since I told Alex we were neighbors. Thankfully with each day it seems he becomes more calm to this fact. Thus why I am finally putting the next stage of my friendship mission into action.

Sitting down in our seats as we wait for the rest of the class to drift in I call for Ms. Hayes attention.

"Happy hump-day darling, what's up."

"The next part we are about to read, I was wondering if I could pick who does it." Nervously I await her answer as she scrunches her lips to one side as she thinks. "You know I have a knack for knowing who would be good where, please Ms. Hayes. Just the monologue, that's all I ask."

The class bell rings as she finally nods. Turning around she heads to her desk calling for everyone to open their books to where we left off.

Grabbing the books I need from my backpack I wait for her to finish the summary of what we learned yesterday.

"Bella wanted to choose who reads next so you better be ready if she calls on you. Bella."

Knowing everybody's eyes are on me, most begging not to be picked, I take a big breath before confidently saying who I choose.

"Alex"

Everyone busts out laughing. Ignoring them I place an open book on his desk. I go to grab his hand only for him to yank it from my touch.

"Newsflash, I can't see the pages sugar cookie" I know he is upset I put him in this spotlight by the tone of his voice.

"Just trust me on this"

Reaching for his hand again I wait for him to retract from me and cheer internally when he doesn't. Gently folding down most of his fingers I lay his hand across the page.

The other students had quieted down by now and were watching with keen interest.

Slowly his finger started to move before it suddenly stopped. Looking towards his face I was delighted to see a ghost of a smile pull at one side of his lips.

Taking a breath I announce the scene "Act 1, scene 7. Macbeth" Thankfully my efforts were not in vain for I see him open his mouth and a orotund voice embody him.

"If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

It were done quickly. If the assassination

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch

With his surcease success; that but this blow

Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,

We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases

We still have judgment here, that we but teach

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return

To plague th' inventor: this even-handed justice

Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice

To our own lips. He's here in double trust:

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,

Who should against his murderer shut the door,

Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off;

And pity, like a naked newborn babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself

And falls on th' other."