Special Cast, Special Love [Logan Lerman's Secret Tale]

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Culver City, California

"Holy crap, I'm gonna be late!!!"

"Lee, mind your language!!!"

"Mum, why didn't you wake me up?!?"

I said as I stuffed my face with a piece of 30% burnt toast. Mamie poured me a glass of milk, which I quickly gulped the whole thing down my throat.

"I'm going to be late tonight. My editor is going to chopped my head off if I don't turn in my drafts."

"Don't worry, I have a spare key."

I grabbed my school bag and headed outside. I glanced at my watch: ten minutes till the first bell. I'm gonna be late again, that makes two months in a row now.

I should just get a car and stop being a whiny bitch.This is so unhealthy, I thought as I panted heavily in front of the main gate. Not much noises going on in a time like this was never a good sign to me. I glanced at my watch again. Ten minutes past after the second bell. Great.

My first period took place in the nearest building, especially for bachelors. I ran up the stairs and aimed for the third class to my right. My footsteps echoed through the silence corridors, give me the feelings of fear and excitement combined. I peer through the mirror door, to see what my class is doing.

The room's dark and silent, accept for one person in front of the class. Ms Andrews is sitting on her chair, chanting something sounds to me like an old dialogue. Her dark red hair reflected back the spotlight, causing them to seem like fire. Her silver-grey eyes were sharp and solemn, I could tell that she was reading an emotional line.

I breathed in and out deeply several times before opening the door with a guilty face.

"Lee Campbell," Ms Andrews smirked, "late again I see."

I had no choice but gave her a dry smile. That was the least I could do, anyway. I could feel a number of cold sweats forming themselves on my neck. My coach's smirk could make a person suddenly feel suicidal if she wanted to. I'm not joking.

"What is it this time? An appointment with a psychologist or a fire truck didn't run pass your house?"

Now all the eyes were on me. I was certain that each of my actions were soundless. How could she know? Besides, Ms Andrews didn't look up from the book at all. Am I the only student in her class who has lateness issues? Am I that bad in her eyes?

"Uh---"

Ms Andrews cut me off.

"Go grab one of the Twelfth Night's plays. We're doing some practical today."

I frowned but followed her order without a comeback. I walked to the class's tall bookshelf and scanned what I was looking for. I chose the most worn-out book of Twelfth Night out and headed to the seats. You can call me weird, but old-looking books gave me the feelings of profession.

"Jenny's sick of your rubbish," Meg stated teasingly as I sank down on one of the seats. I punched his arm in a friendly manner. I tried to stop myself from grinning when Ms Andrews was giving me her usual death glare. I nodded, acting like I've got her massage.

I will stop acting like a fool. For now.

"You are more energetic than the rest of us. Why don't you and Cameron start off the first scene for us, as an example?"

Ms Andrews asked, her eyes fixed directly at me. I just sat there, confused. An example, for what? The practical or my punishment? I looked desperately at me friends, and they weren't so much of a help.