Chasing Jamie Williams - Chapter 2

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A wave of panic rushed over me as I stared at what the stupid hog was asking us to do.

In pairs you are to rewrite assigned scenes from the play you have been studying in class in modern context.

I searched for the section that described Romeo and Juliet. This sucks! Ms. Jones was always one for romantics - I could see where this was going.

Romeo and Juliet:
• Act 1, scene 5
• Act 5, scene 3
• Act 2, scene 2

Great. "Romantic scenes". This was just absolutely amazing. My thoughts were interrupted when the teacher noticed the angry scowl stuck on my face.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Adams?" Ms. Jones said, one eyebrow raised and a smirk clearly evident. I could hear her brain ticking, probably planning on who to ship next.

"No, Miss," I said wearily. "What scene are we supposed to be doing?"

"You'll have to wait until I ask you to move into your pairs," she blurted out, turning away quickly to hide the growing smile on her face, barely containing a fit of giggles.

She walked up to the front of the classroom and regained her stony expression. "Move into your assigned pairs, please," she said, exaggerating the word please.

I scanned the classroom for Jamie's messy blonde hair, and to no one's surprise she was in the front row, by herself. She clearly wasn't moving up the back, and doesn't exactly seem pleased to be partnered with me, considering the fact she let out a loud groan when the teacher handed her the assignment sheet. I sat in my hard chair for a little while longer, occasionally checking on Jamie to see if she had finally given in and begun packing her things. She hadn't. It wasn't until I was kicked out of my seat by Lauren, flicking her shoulder-length, red curls at my face until I moved, that I grabbed my things and looked up again at Jamie. This time she wasn't staring blankly into the void, she was staring directly at me.

Her brown eyes were stony slits throwing daggers at me. For a girl her size, it was strangely intimidating, like she was telling me, "Get over here now or prepare to die."

I slowly said goodbye to my friends and walked over to the cold, vacant seat next to the fragile girl. Carefully placing my bag under the desk, I winced as she let out an annoyed groan.

"Will you bloody sit down already?" she half whispered, half yelled, turning to face me in her seat, her face twisted in disgust. "I don't plan to start failing assignments now. Just please hurry up, I can feel my brain cells dying simply being in your presence." Rude. I quickly slipped into the seat next to her as she placed her head in her hands and she let out an exasperated sigh, and muttered something inaudible.

"Alright, now that everyone is with their assigned partner, I'll tell you all what your scene will be," she began walking around the classroom, looking down at a second crumpled piece of paper.

"Hey," I said, unsure of whether Jamie had any interest what-so-ever in talking to me.

"Hi," she replied stonily, not turning to face me.

"So we're like, doing this assignment together..." I faltered over my words, attempting to make some small talk while we waited for the teacher to get to us.

Jamie rolled her eyes, "Yes. Obviously." Huh. Guess she doesn't want to talk.

We sat in awkward silence. Listening to the roar of the loud classroom, I began tapping my fingers in tune to Peanut Butter Jelly, by Galantis, my favourite song.

"What song is that?" Jamie asked, curiosity had got the better of her.

"Peanut Butter Jelly," I replied. I wasn't expecting her to know the song, seeming it's more of a dubstep, pop sort of song and she strikes me as more of a Disney songs girl, like singing Let It Go and stuff, but to my surprise she bursts out in song and starts wiggling in her seat.

"Sleepless nights in the chateau, visualise it! I'll give you something to do!" She sang, waving her hands around and bouncing up and down. She mutters the rest of the words, occasionally yelling, "Visualise it!" and when she reached the chorus, I decided to join her and create a two person rave party.

"Spread it like peanut butter jelly! Do it like I owe you some money!" We sang loudly for a while, Jamie had really come out of her shell, until Ms. Jones sauntered over, one eyebrow raised and a quizzical expression on her face, then pew, pew, goodbye party Jamie.

"Enjoying yourselves?" Ms. Jones said, smirking. I quickly shut my mouth and looked at Jamie. Her face was red as a beetroot, and she was staring at a smudge of blue ink on the desk in front of her.

"Actually Miss, we were. Now if you don't mind, please tell us our scene, so we can continue having our get to know each other party," I replied, trying me best to get my sass on and unleash the Sass-quatch within, earning a small smile from Jamie.

Ms. Jones rolled her eyes and threw her head back, laughing at me. "Ah, how sassy of you! You're doing act 1, scene 5," she then left us sitting in awkward silence, yet again.

"So which scene is that?" I asked, expecting her to put it into modern context for me, so all I had to do was vaguely remember what she said.

She ignored my question. "Are you free Thursday afternoon?" she asked.

"Well, I'm sort of free..." I say, unsure of whether or not I want to be free on Thursday or not, or if I should just ditch Jamie altogether and get to the party early.

"What do you mean sort of free?" she asked, her voice rising.

"I mean I'm sort of free. I have a party I'm expected to be attending at 8:30," I stated. A lightbulb went off in my head. What if I took Jamie to the party WITH me?

"Well we'll just have to do it before then, and stuff your party if we don't get anything done!" she exclaimed, her face morphing from anger to annoyance. "Just meet me in the quad after school, and I mean when the bell goes, not 45 minutes later please." She swept her belongings off the desk and swiftly stood up, just as the loud bell signalling the end of school rang.

A/N

Hi! I'm entering this story in The Wattys 2015 so if you could all vote and comment and all that stuff it would be much appreciated.

THANKS GUYS :) xx

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