"I'm gonna call out some names and you have to pair up" Mrs Mitch called to the class, fuck, great, love that!
"Grace Jackson and fin Parker" he trailed on with a few names until she said my name.
"Delilah loxley and Grayson Dol-"
"No, miss please let me work with someone else." I practically begged
I could see Grayson staring at me from the conner of my eye, "miss loxley I've already picked partners, I can't change everyone is already paired up"
I hear Grayson groan in the background, making me snap my head around to him.
"Well I don't wanna exactly wanna work with you either."
"Shut up." He sat up
"No you shut up!" I shout
"Stop it!" Mrs Mitch shouted, "if anymore of this fighting Carry's on I will personally put you both in detention my self, understand?" She said the last part a bit quieter
"Okay." I just simply said not wanting to say another word.
"As I was saying, with your partner you have to preform a dramatic love scene, something that will catch the attention of the audience. So grab a big piece of paper and some markers and write down your ideas."
I walk over to where the big pieces of papers were, and grabbed a marker.
I sat back where I was and got started, I heard the chair in front of me move and someone slump down onto it.
"Where's my marker?" Grayson asked
"Get your own." I said not looking up at him, "fine!" He pushed his chair out walking to the box of markers
"You know" he came over and began speaking, "you should be a lot nicer to me."
"And you should stop fucking breathing." I snap at him looking back down to my work
"Yeah, and whys that?" He asked
"Because I hate you."
"Yeah well I'm not too fond of you myself."
"Like I was saying you should start liking me."
I got close to his face and said "there is a very slim chance that I will ever like you."
He just laughed and leaned back into his chair
"My house tonight." He said
"Excuse me?"
"For the project idiot."
****
"I'm not dealing with him." I say walking out of school with Jane
"Well you don't really have a choice del." she said slightly amused with the fact i got paired up with him.
"Jane it's not fucking funny!"
"I know! I know! I'm sorry" she said still laughing.
"And now he's saying I have to go to his, like I don't wanna go to his but if not then I'm gonna probably fail this stupid class."
"Sucks to be you." Jane comment.
"Yeah, whatever."
********
I walk over to his house, dreading every step I took, is this really that important? Should I just leave it?
But before I could make my mind up I was already at the door, I was hesitant to knock on the door, but decided I had to.
"Oh, it's you." Grayson said not so happy
"No shit." I sigh walking passed him.
"Come on then, the quicker I do this the quicker I can get away from you."
"Sure, so what's the plan." He asked picking at his hand
"Didn't you read the paper?" I bite my tongue trying not to go crazy with him.
"Yes I did, I just have too much going on." He said sighing
"Oh no! Poor Grayson, let's all drop to our fucking knees and cry for him."
"Will you fucking stop it." He shouted
"Why what's wrong Grayson? Didn't you put enough gel in your hair this morning? Or did the big Titty girls not wanna fuck you?"
"You know nothing, Nothing!" He came came to my face
"Whatever, I'm going." I started picking up my things but he grabbed my arm.
"You can't, you can't! we need to do this."
"Okay, fine." I drop my things and sat down.
"Romo and Juliet." I simply say "there families hated each other, but they loved each other, that's what we're doing."
"And we have to do this in front of everyone?" He asked almost gob smacked that we had to do this.
"You got a better idea?" I ask
"Let's just start." He sighs, I watch as he scans the paper of the words he needs to say before he speaks.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." He says
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." I replied
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" He said
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." I said
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." He said
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." I said
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take." He said
He leans in puckering up his lips
"Uh, no"
"Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged." He said
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." I said
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again."
"It says I have to kiss you again."
"We're not kissing." I refuse
"You kiss by th' book" I said
He leans back in again
"I for kiss your lips." He placed a kiss onto my lips.
I pulled away and looked shocked
"I'm s-s sorry" he tried apologising
"I've got to go." I grab my things and leave.
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Slim chance G.D
Teen Fiction"There is a very slim chance that I will ever like you."
