There are two kinds of love

Same Arthur, different day

It had been a month since I let Arthur in on Lukas' death. You'd think after hearing such heartbreaking news, he'd be a little bit more compassionate about me.

You and I were wrong. So, very wrong. He was back to his normal self not even a day later. The normal self I wish to blow up with dynamite.

"Morning Sunshine!" came a sing-song voice from down the school corridor.

Oh sweet Jesus, please no.

Arthur skidded into my line of vision and grinned, his black rucksack slung around his left shoulder. The boys hair ruffled slightly with every move he made, and it wasn't just my attention it caught. Nearly every girl who was in the corridor with us had turned to watch Arthur and myself converse. Damn spies. I gave them all a glare before directing it at Arthur.

"What have I said about being so loud in a morning? You'll get eaten alive," I leant in towards his ear, my narrowed eyes scanning the girls around us, "Especially by the girls, if ya know what I mean." I dare say, as the weeks had passed, I had gotten used to Arthur being around. I still hated him, god he drove me insane. But, he did help me when I broke down, so I guess I could give him a chance.

It still won't stop me from cussing the cunt out in my head!

With a chuckle and another grin, we both entered our morning class of English and took our designated seats; Arthur at the back and me at the very front.

Yay.

Mrs Carter, our short, but FRIGHTFULLY scary teacher, walked gracefully into the room and towards her desk. Her blonde hair half down and half up, clipped to her skull. Mrs Carter took her rightful place before the class (and too close to my desk) and clapped her hands together.

"Alright, kids!" She began, her smile bright, "who's ready for some Romeo and Juliet?" My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

I flippin' LOVE Romeo and Juliet!

Sensing I may be smiling a bit too big, I bit my lip. I've always loved the way Shakespeare wrote this play. It was simply beautiful. And now, I get to read it.

Mrs Carter brought out a box of books and dropped them onto my desk with a thud, causing me to jump in response. "Hand these out for me, Sarah," she ordered. And I did just that. Once everyone had their books, Mrs Carter wrote a date on the board. "Take these books home with you and pick a character. Remember and recite their lines because next month we're doing a little roleplay."

Ahhhhhhhh, what? Roleplaying? By MY FUCKING SELF?

As if reading my uncouth thoughts, Mrs Carter crossed her arms, "You will all choose a partner. With them, you will play your part out for the rest of the class to hear and judge, got it? Good. Now, flick through and choose your character." Flopping down at her desk, Mrs Carter gave us all a look that clearly said: "get to it, or you're all dead." Not even a minute later, girls were rushing to sit with their friends and chat about being Juliet.

Bitches no!.. I'm Juliet!

As expected, girls swormed Arthur in vain attempts at getting him to be their partner. I kinda felt sorry for him.

I LIED, SUFFER BITCH HHAHAHA.

However, Arthur simply smiled at them all; his dazzling, enchanting, dashing smile which any girl would fall for - but me! And stood up. At first, I thought he was just about to move to sit with Jared, or Mark. But no, ohhh no. He was moving somewhere much, much worse.

He was walkING TOWARDS ME. Abort, ABOrt, ABORT.

"Yo, sunshine," he smiled, dragging a chair from a vacant seat and sitting across from me. I blinked owlishly, every female in the room - minus Mrs Carter, who couldn't give a damn - was glaring right at me, burning holes into the back of my head. Ohhhh, shit, man. What was he doing? Arthur raised an eyebrow, concerned by my silence, "Sarah?"

"Wha?" I broke from my staring and picked at the book. "Why are you not sat with Jared? I thought you were bum chums?"

Grinning, Arthur waggled his eyebrows suggestively at me, "No, I'd rather be bum chums with you." He leant froward, his elbow resting on my desk in a pathetic attempt to be sexy.

"Ahhh, no. I'm good, ta." I scoffed, pushing at his elbow till he face planted the table, eliciting a groan from him. Instead of laughing or casting a stupid remark, Arthur raised his head and smiled up at me, his blue hues penetrating my emerald irises.

"Be my partner." Eh. Me? Why on earth would he choose me? Jared does a bang on ladies voice and even has feminine features. The best I can do is flutter my eyelashes, and even then I look like I'm having a seizure.

"Me?" I parroted what was in my mind, "Why me?" His casual reply came almost instantly, as if he already knew I was about to ask.

"Because you're funny and I like you." Arthur smiled at me. That damn smile which made his blue eyes shine like the sea on a summers day. My heart beat accelerated.

Now hold up. Now hold, the fuck, up.

I'M FUNNY?!

HELL YEAH, I AM. But I knew that couldn't be the only reason.

I tilted my head at Arthur, my face placid, unmoving, "Tell me the truth."

Arthur cracked. He leaped forward and gripped my arms, his face contorting into panic. I yelped quietly and stared in shock with slightly wide eyes. "The girls are suffocating me. Too many girls, man. Too many ladies! I beg of you, sAVE ME." He began to comedy shake my arms with a fake cry and I couldn't help but chuckle at him, my previous shocked state far gone. I pushed him off me and nodded, rolling my eyes.

"Fine I'll be your partner. You can be whoever the you want, I'm being Juliet. Got a problem with that I'll fight you right now." Arthur's eyes, which held gratefulness for me helping him, suddenly melted into something I couldn't recognise.

"Then I'll be Romeo." I snickered, finding the image of him in leotards and dolly shoes very amusing. Arthur leaned forward and pushed a lock of black hair behind my ear with a fond smile.

"I'll be your Romeo."