Romeo and Juliet were just foolish kids who thought they were in love.
My fingers paused as I stared at the laptop screen with a blank mind. My eyes scanned my essay as it traced each line word by word.
I hated love stories. Especially Romeo and Juliet, and I was not so fond of the idea that I had to write an essay about whether I admired their romance or not.
"I think this is so beautiful," a student exclaimed as she proudly stood up from her seat. "Don't you think? I mean, if a guy were to die, for me... Could you just imagine?"
Her friend laughed along. "That's true love, for sure."
No it's not. He fell in love with her physical beauty, not her heart.
I kept my eyes glued to the screen, at the same time listening to students mindlessly define love.
The clacking noise of typing was echoing in my mind, and as annoying as it was, it was satisfying to know that my thoughts were spilling out.
"Damn Natalie," I felt someone nudge my elbow. "Are you really that biased that Romeo and Juliet weren't in love?"
I turned to face Toby, who was reading my essay. He had a strand of hair in between his hazel eyes. I lifted up my hand and gently placed it back into his coffee colored hair.
Toby had been my childhood friend. Okay, maybe not childhood, but has been here for all these four years in highschool.
He had the face of, not a baby, but of someone a lot younger than his age. He looked sort of like Luhan from the boyband EXO.
His cheeky personality and extraordinary appearance earned him his popularity, and raised his level of confidence to a whole new level.
Girls would drop like flies at his foot, and as usual, he'd sweep them away. He gained fame from winning a few major soccer games for the school team, and being labeled one of the best players we had.
In all honesty, he was the only person I knew at school. Literally.
I barely knew anybody's names. I kept to myself a lot, and ignored everything that didn't involve studying. I felt that I would be more comfortable if I isolated myself from popularity, plus, nobody is ever interested to stir up a conversation with me.
"I mean, love is love," Toby smiled with wide eyes. He tilted his head a little. "What if you were to marry someone one day, without knowing them that well, just because you thought you loved them?"
I gave him a disgusted glare.
"Hey, I said one day". He shook his hand in my hair, purposely messing it up.
I leaned back in my chair and stretched out my arms. "Maybe you should just pick one girl and marry her," I joked. "I'm sure she'll love you."
He chuckled. "I'm not ready... yet. And I'm not just gonna pick any girl, I have standards."
"Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, she has to be beautiful, sweet, and smart," he folded his arms with confidence and leaned towards me. "In fact, I have someone in mind."
"Really?" I hopped off my hair and demanded with excitement. "You better tell me who!"
Toby chuckled again and smiled. "No, I'll tell you when I feel like it." He spoke with a sassy manner.
I gave him an irritated look. "Wow. Are you really gonna be like that? Fine. I don't even care." I shrugged and turned torwads my laptop.
He playfully pulled my cheek. "I said I'll let you know when I wanna."
I sent him an angry pout. "I don't want to know."
Toby shrugged. "Whatever you want."
"Students, get ready and pack your items," Mrs. Chea, our teacher, said in a loud tone. She scanned the classroom as everyone lowered their voices and returned to their original assigned seat. I sat in the back, and with my unimpressive height, I struggled every class period just to see the board.
Mrs. Chea placed her hands on her hips. "For homework, all you need to do is finish the essay."
The bell rang as everyone got out of their seats, except for the very few that stayed after to study. One of the very few was me.
"See you," Toby waved as he held his backpack in one hand and soccer gear in the other.
"Bye," I waved back and smiled. I closed my laptop and switched it out for a book, to be specific, my psychology textbook.
I opened to the page where I had placed a bookmark, and rested my chin on my palm.
Everyday after school I stayed in class for a couple hours to study, and Mrs. Chea was always there to assist me if I ever had any questions.
The environment in class felt better for doing school related work, and I was alone whether I was at school or home.
With my parent's flourished amount of wealth, I chose to live in my own home. I have my own responsibilities, including cooking and cleaning, and of course studying.
If I ever wanted anything more, my parents would instantly buy it for me. I owned a convertible, but never drove it to school since walking was my source of transportation.
"Students, some kids from other classes will be coming in. They have detention and they're just going to clean this room, so pay no attention to them." Mrs. Chea said as she stepped out of the room. She popped her head in for a second. "I'll be back soon!"
As I quietly mumbled the text to myself, I was able to hear several footsteps enter the class.
In an instance, the floors and windows began squeaking and the room smelt of chemical products.
I scrunched my nose, mindlessly turning the page. I opened up to a diagram of the human brain, and squinted my eyes a little.
**Slam**
Two masculine arms startled me as they were each were side by side my textbook. My heart instantly jumped the same time I did as I managed to keep my cool. Before I could glance up, I heard a bold husky voice.
"Natalie, I like you, will you go out with me?"
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(A/N)
Who do you think he is??
Hello my Readers!
I'm finally back with a brand new book, this one I'm sure to finish! Thank you so much for reading it :) A little something about this book is that its by me and my friend Carman. (She tells me the storyline and I write it). I really hope you'll enjoy this story and don't hesitate to vote/comment. Chapter 2 will be up soon.
Thank you~
