Trust Me

Chapter 8

"Hey sis, wake up," Tiff whispers as she gently shakes me.

"Five more minutes," I mumble. I'm so tired from last night. We probably stayed up till 1 AM.

"No, not five more minutes, now," she ordered, pulling the blankets off my bed. The sudden chill of my room caused me to jump up in my bed. I glance over at my clock, and notice the time.

"Holy crap, it's already 8:00!" I yell. School starts at 7:30, and we are so late.

"That's what I was trying to tell you. We overslept, and Josh is still mad at you so he didn't wake us up," she informs me, and undertone of accusation in her voice.

"Okay, get ready I'll be down in 5 minutes," I hurriedly say.

As soon as she leaves I run to my closet, and pull out the first things I see, which happens to be a pair of black Aero sweats (that I got at a Plato's Closet in our nearest mall, which if 45 minutes away) and a light pink, oversized sweatshirt. I grab a pair of white sneakers and quickly throw them on, before pulling my hair into a messy bun.

When I run into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. God, I look terrible. There are bags under my eyes, and I look super tired. I put some concealer under my eyes to mask the bags, and apply mascara and a thin layer of lipgloss.

"I thought you were only going to be five minutes!" Tiff yells.

"So did I," I loudly retort. I rush down the stairs, and open the front door.

"Luna," I call. "Time to got out!" I don't hear her anywhere.

"I almost forgot. Mom said to tell you that she took Luna to the vet for her yearly visit," Tiff tells me.

"Oh? Well, okay. Let me just get my phone, and we can go," I replied.

I quickly ran into the kitchen, and grabbed my iPhone, clad in its zebra striped case. I turned it on to check the time; 8:15. I've already missed 1st period.

Tiff and I run out to the car, and I climb into the passengers seat; I'm going to let her drive today.

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I'm in fourth period Drama; We got to school in the middle of second period (English) and just came from Algebra 2. I'm only in tenth grade, but I've taken honors Math classes since middle school, so I'm a year ahead of most of my class. I'm abnormally good at math, even though I hate it.

"Today class, we are going to be reading the script for our next play; Romeo and Juliet! Everyone will participate in the production," Ms. Amhart announces in her usual cheery voice. She over-pronounces everything, and I am 90% sure her British accent is fake.

"Ms. Amhart, what if we can't act? Do we still have to 'participate'," a familiar voice retorts from the back of the room, popping all of the 'p's in participate.

"Caleb, if you can't act, why did you take drama? And to answer your question, yes, you still have to participate. However, if I see that your acting abilities are poor, I'll cast you with a minor part. To be honest, I think you are lying about your abilities...I myself could see you as a Romeo," she replied.

At her last remark, I nearly exploded with laughter. I controlled myself enough to swallow the laughs, and instead settled with a back-of-the-throat, closed mouth laugh. It sort of sounded like a cough. A few heads turned at me, and I felt Caleb's gaze burning into the back of my head. I could almost picture the look on his face.

"Class settle down, settle down," Ms. Amhart snapped. Temper, temper. "Let's start the reading," she happily stated.

For the next ten minutes, she assigned people reading parts. "Don't worry students, these aren't your real parts; we'll have auditions for those."

She saved the lead roles for last, making me nervous since I still haven't been assigned one.

"Caleb, I stand by my judgement that you might shine as Romeo."

No.

"Now, as for Juliet...does everyone have a part?"

Please, god no.

"I don't think there's anyone left."

Thank god.

"Um, Ms. Amhart, Lottie doesn't have a part," Stephanie Rhines slyly interjected. That brat. I'll kill her later.

"Thank you Stephanie! So Lottie, I suppose you are Juliet," Ms. Amhart chimed. I felt every eye in the room fixed on me.