Starcrossed

3. Fool No More

Bee

There was something about her that called out to me. Maybe it was her colorful aura or the fact that she had the balls to talk back to Mr. Silva. I don't really know what it was, but I found myself looking at Lola throughout the entire class period. I caught her looking at me once and she just smiled like saying 'oops'. I had smiled back and shook my head, turning my attention back to the teacher. 

"Alright, I am honored to announce that our class has been chosen to put on the Junior Play. I cannot express how happy this makes me, and now it is time to choose parts for the play our class will be doing for the next assembly." Mr. Silva announced and everyone groaned. 

Every year, the juniors would put on a play for the entire school and would get booed off of stage. Something told me that this year would be no different. The teacher was going down the group desks and handing out the roles each student was going to play, when there was a tap on my arm. It had been a light tap, barely noticeable. 

I turned on my desk to look at Lola, who was playing with her lip piercing.

"What play is he talking about?" Ah, right, she's new here.

I leaned slightly forward and whispered, "Every year, the juniors put on a play for the year assembly. It's tradition, I guess."

She leaned forward, "Do you know what play we're going to put on?"

I shrugged, "It changes every year, but I think we're going to be doing 'The Crucible'."

Lola scrunched her nose in dislike and whispered, "I'd prefer 'Romeo and Juliet'."

I giggled slightly, "They die in the end, you know."

She shrugged, "I'm a sucker for romanticism and pretty girls." Lola smiled crookedly as she said the last part.

My eyes widen a bit and I pulled back, noticing that we had leaned closer every time we said something. We had been mere inches from each other before I had pulled away.

Mr. Silva came to a stop in front of our table. He reached into the bucket he held and looked away and gave us each a piece of paper with our role written on it.

I glanced at mine and sighed contently. I was going to be backstage helping with the costumes. I looked to see what play we were going to do and chuckled. 'Romeo and Juliet' was the chosen play.

"I'm going to be Romeo?!" Lola exclaimed in a loud voice, a smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, dear," the teacher reached for the piece of paper in Lola's hands but she dodge his fingers. "Ms. Smith, clearly there was a mistake. Give me back the piece of paper and I'll gladly hand you another one."

Lola shook her head, "I like the idea of a girl being Romeo. It will be awesome!"

"Surely you are kidding; please give it back so we can go on with class."

Lola shook her head again, "Mr. Silva, if I give you this paper, it would be discrimination on your part."

"Excuse me?" The teacher looked outraged and I found myself trying hard not to laugh.

"This is not the 1940's when men were thought to be superior to women. I don't know if you have read the latest journals, but now women can do whatever men set their minds to. With that said I will be Romeo in the play or I will be calling my lawyers and suing the school for gender discrimination." Lola smiled at the teacher like if what she had said was nothing but a 'hello' and 'goodbye'. 

Mr. Silva was red with rage; the vein on his neck seemed to be throbbing as he tried his damned hardest not to strike Lola where she sat.

The bell rang and I could feel the tension between the teacher and Lola lessens. She still had that cocky smile on her lips like saying 'I dare you to say something' but, of course, Mr. Silva ignored her challenge vibe and walked away. I'm starting to think that this girl cannot handle authority well.