avery → h.s

part sixteen

"I don't care!"

"You have to pick Rapunzel!"

"I don't want freaking Rapunzel, I want Snow White. Just like what Madam recommended!"

"But if you choose that freaking Snow White, you'll be the princess and I'll be the fuckin old greedy stepmother!"

"You are already old and greedy so just get along with it!"

Uh-oh. That was a bad blurtout.

Caty gaped her mouth in shock, still processing what I just said. She clearly not see that coming. Especially from a girl who's nothing but meaningless and unusable like me. I almost want to leave the theater but she finally let out her wrath.

"You called me what?!"

I remained silent.

"I want to hear that again!" Caty held my chin tightly, feeling that she's the one who's in charge here. Oh seeing her arrogant face just makes me want to punch her here and there.

"You," I growled. "Get your dirty hands off my face."

STRIKE ONE POINT TO AVERY!

She was still for seconds, until her hand fell off. We glared at each other one more time.

We're in the theather, in the middle of our rehearsal. The rehearsal for our play actually haven't been started because we have one lacking character.

The prince.

No matter what play we will show, either it's Rapunzel, Snow White, or maybe Cinderella, we need a prince.

Apparently Madam Rose has been thinking who would be the subtle of Jeremy, the previous prince. If you haven't know, he is Caty's boyfriend. To put it another way, he's an ass.

Jeremy was forced to not to take part in our school play this year because the principal told us not to. It was his punishment. He had a fight during classes. I don't really know what chaos he created, but according to the news, that fight costs a lot of price because they damaged the property of the school.

Of course it wouldn't be a problem to both sides. The man he was attacked to, must be very rich. And Jeremy himself? Don't ask. He must've craploads of shit in his parents' bank accounts.

"WHO'S GOING TO BE THE PRINCE?!" Madam finally burst out.

All heads were directed to her, probably asking theirselves if the woman in the center of the stage was mental. She flipped her papers who seemed to be the attendance list. For the past five minutes, she already lost in her own thoughts.

"We're not done, Anderson." Caty brushed past me, crashing my shoulder in the process.

I rolled my eyes. If I add fuel into the fire, it will get bigger.

"Mr. Alter? Does anyone know Nathaniel Alter?" Madam suddenly broke in one more time. "I think I saw him once. Twice, twice! He's the Australian!"

I burried my head to the seat of the theater.

Please don't be him.

"Madam Rose! I suggest you not to pick Mr. Alter," Caty took her in the arms in a persuade manner.

"And why is that?" Madam brushed off her arm slowly, no matter what the couple Caty and Jeremy are her favorites.

"He..." She was looking for a right answer, I could see. "He's a jerk."

"Language!" Madam countered. Whoa. Her face turned red in rage.

Being a persuasive girl she was, she continued to manipulate her. Not working, girl. I know Madam Rose wasn't that dumb to be trapped in her words. She started to whine now, which made Madam even angrier.