Unrequited love

8∞Flame

My first lecture of the day was Drama 101.

In case I didn't mention it before, my professor for this class was a man named Professor Alfeus. Today we weren't in a classroom, but were performing in one of the halls of which there were three. We sat down on chairs that were arranged in a crescent moon facing the stage on which the Professor stood.

I took my seat in the second row, next to Michael.

"Good morning students," he said.

"Good morning Prof. Alfeus," we chimed.

"From this week on, we will be preparing a drama to perform in a couple of months for the entire campus."

We all groaned. I had been under the impression that I had left my school play days behind me. Turns out I was painfully wrong. Beside me, Michael raised a hand and asked,

"Professor, aren't plays for middle school and High school? Why are we doing them in uni as well?"

Professor Alfeus didn't seem shocked by the question.

Oh, no!

He was just disappointed.

"Mr Valentine, the reason why this is done in university and encouraged throughout your younger years is to build your confidence and reduce your natural dislike and/or fear of public performance. You can't pursue acting and then be incapable of facing a crowd in school. When {and if} you make it big, your face will be on millions of screens worldwide. What will you do then? Write an essay on your performance instead?"

A few kids chuckled.

"Now, if there are no more disturbances -—" he said while shooting a death glare at a kid who'd been about to raise his hand —"then I can continue. We'll start with something simple, something you kids all love...a rom-com."

A chorus of cheers went up.

"These assignments will help both you and me determine which one of you are the future directors, producers, agents, and so forth, and which of you garbage bins will end up as stage cleaners instead. Dismissed."

Then he left.

"Do we go too?" Michael asked in confusion.

"Well, he dismissed us," I said. "Let's chaila!"

"What...what happened that Saturday? Mikaela and I noticed that you weren't okay, and what were you doing with Kaelus?" Michael asked me as we headed back to the dorms. I was going with him because I needed to talk to Cyan.

"I think...I think I like him," I admitted.

"Who? Kaelus?" He asked.

"No, fugnut, Tom Cruise. Of course I mean Caelus," I said in exasperation.

"I thought... thought you were in love with Mikey?"

"I honestly don't know anymore, Mike. He was making out with Syd!"

Michael's eyes widened in horror and shock.

"That bastard!"

"And he saw me there when I had found them together! Do you know what he did? Dude stares me dead in the eye, gropes her, and then smirks."

He was speechless. By then we'd already arrived at the dormitory for the House of Legends and were standing in the common room where multiple pairs of eyes, both girls and boys, were staring at us subtly. Noticing this, Michael ushered me across the large, student filled room and up the stairs then past a lot of doors before coming to a stop at one with the number 34 on it in large, bold golden numbers.