Red ~ (Tales of Arcadia Fic)(x Reader/OC)

Chapter 5 | A winner

"'Deny and refuse.' But he can't deny it. But Romeo can't not be a Montague, which means that Juliet..." Ms. Janeth says,

"And I'll no longer be a Capulet." Claire says,

"Exactly!" The teacher laughs, "Jim?"

"Huh?" Jim says,

"Or, if thou wilt not, be sworn my love"

"Right. No, I-I got it. Love, deny, refuse. I'm on it."

"Okay, then. let's take it from. 'Wherefore art..'"

"I, umm, I'm sorry to interrupt, but that's not entirely how Shakespeare wrote it." I say, peaking my head through the door.

"Hm?" Ms. Janeth asks, "I'm confused,"

"Oh," I step awkwardly through the door, Jim looks at me concerned, "Just, umm, that's line isn't how Shakespeare originally wrote it. The version you're using is the modernized and edited version," (Do I know ANYTHING about Shakespeare? No. But this is a fanfiction, and it's for the sake of the story, don't come for me.)

Ms. Janeth looks at me, furrowing her eyebrows, "I-I'm sorry, I couldn't help but listen in, but that was, uh, rude of me, I'll just go." I say, quickly shuffling out of the room,

"No! No! You, stay." She says, turning backaround to the stage.

"Uhh," I look at him for help but he just shrugs. Sighing I make my way over to the stage, taking a seat on the edge.

"All right, Claire? Jim? Commence!"

"I- uh" Jim says, looking lost,

"You okay?" Claire asks,

"Yeah, I'm fine," He chuckles awkwardly, "Totally fine."

"You're going to need to be a bit more convincing if you're going to play Romeo." 

"I've just, got some stuff going on in my head."

"I know we don't know each other all that well, but, we're going to be spending a lot of time together, so-" Claire tucks her hair behind her ear, making me scrunch my nose up.

"All right! All right! Act two, scene two, line 33." Ms. Janeth yells,

Claire takes a step back from Jim awkwardly, getting into character, "Wherefore art thou, Romeo."

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"I can't believe you actually did that!" Jim says, laughing, as we walk to his locker,

I grimace, "Ugh, now she wants me to come back tomorrow after school to edit the script," I whine, tossing my head back. Jim on laughs at me more.

"Hey! Don't forget, that means you have a new script to memorize," His face pales making me chuckle, "Don't worry," I nudge his shoulder, "I won't make TOO many changes,"

"I gotta ask," He says, "Did you know Shakespeare personally?"

"Of course not," I laugh, "Just watched some of his first plays,"

"Oi!" Steve yells, walking up to us, "Where have you been?" He asks, getting up in Jim's face, "I scheduled your butt-whooping for yesterday, jerk face. And you didn't show. Tick-Tock, remember?"

I throw my hands up, taking a few steps back, choosing not to get involved.

Toby runs up, "He was busy getting his butt whooped by someone else. Take a number,"

"Back off, dweeb!"

I sigh, walking over to Toby, moving him back a step, "Not helping." I say lowly.