Not Your Romeo & Juliet

Chapter 23

Skylar~

After last Thursday's little drama and talk through, I knew for a fact I had everything where I wanted it to be. It was confirmed that even if Vanessa didn't know it herself, who I was to her mattered. And I gave that to her. I left her alone the rest of Thursday but Friday, Saturday, and yesterday (Monday), I gave her my attention. I'm constantly there at her side, flirting, teasing, mocking her like usual but ignoring everyone else for a change.

This was the 3rd week of rehearsals and it was off to a great start. Chloe and I now had our lines memorized, we were acting the way Vanessa wanted and she was yelling less. She seemed pretty satisfied with our acting for once. Along the way we worked out lighting for the show as well, talking to the tech crew that was in charge during all the mini-plays going on. It was great that our mini-play was coming along nicely now, I was very ready for it to be over. It was also time for the fun and games to come to an end. I'm satisfied with my victory and I'm ready to move on from this school.

I didn't see anyone else who could present me a challenge here in this place. If I look hard enough in the surrounding areas then maybe but that wasn't even really worth it. I could try and go after Paris but there really was no point there. She was as straight as you could get, not only that she was incredibly uptight and far to serious. It was fun to poke her whenever I ran into her but I highly doubted I'd get anywhere if I tried to seriously flirt and get to know her like I did with Vanessa. I could try and go after my English teacher but I also didn't want to get her fired. My games always ended in heartbreak and she was nice enough that I decide not to potentially ruin her career. However, the next hot teacher I run into might not be as lucky.

With that in mind, I came to the conclusion that it was time to get myself kicked out. Of course I had the option to behave enough until graduation but where was the fun in that? I wonder where my parents would send me next. They only had so many options seeing as moving to Europe didn't help and sending me across the country wasn't helping, maybe they'd just give up this time.

Either way, I had a couple things to wrap up here first, the main one being the mini-play. I was a horrible student but I also wasn't about to just ditch something I'd put a fair amount of effort into, When theater class comes around, I walk in dead silent, texting furiously away at my phone. The only time I spoke was when I needed to run some lines, but at this point I was confident enough to be able to recite everything in my sleep. There were only a few things that Vanessa didn't seem to like, making Chloe and I repeat them over several times before being close to satisfied. While Chole practiced her soliloquy, I sit back in my chair, feet kicked up and scroll through social media. I could tell Vanessa was a bit put off, but didn't really ask much about it. Chole, of course, tried to flirt with me which I just brushed aside.

I skipped classes all Wednesday and Thursday, leaving campus completely as I went into the town for the day. Wednesday night I found myself in a bar getting smashed beyond belief, waking up Thursday mid morning in some random ass room. Glancing next to me, I peer at the girl I'd probably slept with for a moment before getting up. I didn't remember her or how we got here, not that I cared really. I reek of alcohol and cigarettes but I didn't exactly care the moment, more concerned about where the hell my motorcycle was. I knew I road it into the town area, I just couldn't remember where I then left it.

I get myself out of the house before the girl woke up, jumping out her window and getting hit in the face with the bright sun. Groaning, I shield my face and survey the area, trying to remember where I left my bike. The bar? Was it in front of her house? Geez it had been awhile since I last drank. Drinking really wasn't my thing so whoever got me drunk was good.

Thankfully, I found my bike halfway down the street from the house I'd just left. Inserting my keys, I rev it up and wince slightly, the hangover coming in full swing now. Dealing with the pain, I quickly shoot off, heading to the coffee shop in the main area to get something to drink. After I got my headache to calm down, I'm off to get some spray paint before heading back to the school. I make a couple pit stops along the way, not at all in a rush.