It’d been a few weeks and the play was almost here! I couldn’t believe it. Paris and I had become really good friends. She was so sweet and easy to talk to. She was actually from Del Sol Valley and her parents worked in movies. Her mom was a sound editor and her dad was a boom operator so she pretty much got in free to any premier. She was soooo lucky! I had to wait until I could visit my grandpa to go to movies. My parents didn’t really like them too much.
After all of our classes for the day were over, we chilled in the rec room, playing foosball with Hudson and Kristie.
I got the feeling there was something going on between those two even though Kristie denied it. They were inseparable after last week’s practice when Hudson (who played Lord Sapulet) had a few lines with the nurse (Kristie’s part).
But I didn’t care. Hudson was a cutie! I told Kristie to go for it but she just rolled her eyes and said I was making things up.
“Darn! I missed!” Paris said after she flipped her rods in the game as the ball rolled by.
“Never fear, partner, I got ’em!” I said, flicking my foosball players and snapping the ball into the other team’s goal.
“Dang! She got us!” Kristie yelled.
“Well, we’ll just have to get them back!” Hudson cried, yanking on his bars like he was playing pinball. But it was too late.
I flicked the ball right back into their goal and won!
“YES!” Paris cried.
“Told ya!” I said, making a fist. She bumped me in celebration.
“Don’t worry, Kristie,” Hudson said, nudging her arm, “we’ll get ’em next game.”
Just then all my elation over winning deflated when I saw Miss Snooty-princess swish into the room.
She and Cameron were a thing since like five days ago and they were always rubbing it in everyone’s face, constantly clinging to each other like monkeys on a vine. Yuck.
Even if I did have a boyfriend, I wouldn’t always hold hands and be all lovey dovey. That makes everything awkward for everyone! Puhleeeeze!
And then I remembered our awful session in play practice today.
Phoebe messed up her lines about ten times. I couldn’t believe it. How hard were they? She only had about twelve to learn. I had pages and pages!
“Pheobe, dear, it’s not ‘look what the cat dragged in’, it’s ’twas but soft as a cat and you are nary a one.’ Got it?”
Pheobe whined, “Mr. G, can’t we just amp up the lines? The originals are too hard to understaaaaand! And I can’t remember all those words.”
He crossed his arms. “Fitzy Fakespeare is a legend and we won’t revise his words no matter what millenia it is. Now say your lines correctly or I’ll find someone who can.”
Yikes. When Mr. Graf got angry, it was like a knife in the heart. I was so glad he wasn’t giving me that stone face.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned. I almost felt sorry for her.
And then I noticed a woman with a pinched face glaring at her. Was that her mother? Sure looked like her. Wow. I was TOTALLY glad my grandfather wasn’t here eyeing my every move.
Next, I heard Jake’s voice, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Hey, Red, can I play?”
I figured Jake only wanted to join in the game because Hudson, his bff, was making goo goo eyes at Kristie and he was like joined to the hip with him. Jake honestly didn’t mix with any of the other boys which I thought was strange. And he always made fun of me–what I was wearing, how I said my lines, how my hair looked–pretty much whatever he could, he’d tease me. I wasn’t in the mood for it. Dealing with him in the play was bad enough, ESPECIALLY since I had to act like I was in love with him. HUGE EYEROLL! But that’s what ACTING was all about, I guessed.
I just gave him a “don’t mess with me” look.
“Please?” he asked. “I promise I won’t talk about how you must have gotten that t-shirt at a second hand store for old ladies.” He arched an eyebrow looking at my obvious terrible choice in fashion.
I squinted at him. “Nice. Well, I was just leaving anyway. Have at it.”
Some other kids were watching Moonlight Massacre and I’d rather watch zombies eating people than endure any more of his not funny jokes.
As I strode past the lovebirds (shocked they weren’t making out in front of everyone), Pheobe said, “Hey, Cheyenne, could I talk to you?”
I stopped and said, “Sure. What’s up?”
She shrugged and asked, “Could we like go over our lines? You really made me mess up today and I don’t want that to happen again.”
I made HER mess up? Unbe-freakin-lievable. “How exactly did I mess you up?”
Cameron’s face scrunched up. “Seriously? You have to ask? Just help her, will you? How selfish can you be?”
Phoebe put on some fake tears.
“Listen, if she wanted me to help, she should have asked like a normal person instead of blaming me for her screw ups. So no. I’m not going to help until she stops acting like a spoiled princess.”
Before I knew what happened, Cameron shouted, “You take that back!” and pushed me down.
I landed hard. I wasn’t hurt though. More like…shocked.
But the next second, I heard a pop and saw Jake smashing his fist in Cameron’s face!
Then Jake helped me up. “Are you okay?”
My face heated up a gazillion degrees being this close to him. “Um…yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.”
Phoebe fake cried even more. “Look what you’ve done!
“I can’t believe you’re being such a BITCH! All I asked was for a little help…”
I didn’t know what came over me. I guessed it was the combination of her tripping me and glaring and doing all sorts of mean things these past few weeks.
The only thing I heard was “BITCH” and I lost it. Running at her, I said, “I’m so tired of your queen bee act. Leave. Me. Alone. Got it?”
“Uh…guys?” Jake shouted. “Ms. Christianson is right outside the door. I think you better…”
“What’s going on here?” I heard Ms. Christianson hiss, but I was so mad, it didn’t even register.
“She’s being a bully!” Phoebe yelled as she pinched her fingers into my neck.
Even though I was probably up to my pigtails in trouble, I wasn’t going to let her get away with being brat. Not this time.