Crashing into You (Wattpad Edition)

Chapter Thirty-Nine: A Long Week

Trigger Warning: Homophobic slurs.

Monday

"Hey, are you free this weekend?" Chance whispered to me as we walked to the art room after school.

"Yeah, as far as I know," I replied.

"Do you want to spend the night at my house Friday? Mom and Dad are going away for the weekend and Emma's spending the night at a friend's house. You could come over Friday night and we could have all of Saturday together."

"Uh, I'll have to ask for permission, but I doubt I'll get a 'yes' if your parents won't be home," my cheeks grew warm when I realized what day Friday was. "I can't believe it's almost Valentine's Day already."

"Maybe you could leave out the bit about not being supervised when you ask? And is Valentine's this Friday? What a coincidence," he winked and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"And then next weekend we have our first One Act competition," I tried to change the subject so that my face could return to its normal color.

"Did you get the costumes altered yet?"

"I can't work on any of it at home, so I've only been altering the costumes during rehearsals," I admitted, "I still have a few left. I'm just glad that Miss Vee didn't ask me to make any from scratch."

"Do you need some help? We could stay late after rehearsal on Thursday?"

"I wouldn't mind the company," I smiled.

"Have you convinced Cal to wear stage make-up?"

"He's basically convinced that if he lets me put eyeliner on him, he'll automatically be a drag queen," I pinched the bridge of my nose. I was sick of arguing with Cal. Everything went in one ear and out the other.

"Well, you'll have until next Saturday to convince him. I'll help if I can," he shrugged.

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Thursday

"It's a dress rehearsal, Cal. you need to have your make-up done," Miss Vee told him flatly. I was working on the leading lady, and Cal was supposed to be next to get his face done.

"You never made me wear it before! I don't need it," he argued, "People can see me just fine without painting my face like some-"

"No, they can't," Chance interrupted him. "From the light booth it's pretty hard to read anyone's facial expressions without the stage makeup. It's just adding to your features so that the people in the back can see."

"Why is the new guy in charge of makeup anyway?" Cal went on, ignoring Chance. "Shouldn't a girl be in charge of that?"

"Tristan has proven that he is perfectly capable," Miss Vee explained, for the 30th time.

"It's embarrassing," Cal continued, "When the other schools read our program and find out our makeup artist is a guy, they're gonna think he's a fairy."

"What the hell, Cal?" Chance hissed, "No one's going to think that."

"Whatever," Cal rolled his eyes, "I'm not wearing makeup."

"I let you get away without it when you were playing a minor role, but you have a leading part this year. If you refuse to wear the make-up, your understudy will be performing your part," Miss Vee said, turning away, presumably to go fetch his understudy.

"That's not fair!" Cal called after her, "You do that and I'll tell my father about it. He'll get this whole theater program shut down."

I was almost done making up Lady Guinevere's face, and I glanced up at Chance and rolled my eyes. He stifled a laugh with a cough and I chuckled.