Living Out my Dreams

Chapter 2

 Chapter 2:

School left me in a daze, it always did. I was sitting in my assigned English seat, reading the Classic Romeo and Juliet. Of course, we had to read Shakespeare’s version, but I didn’t mind, it was more romantic, although I did tune out a little. Ok. A lot. It’s not my fault that my mind liked to wonder.  Yes, that happened a lot. Get over it. I did.

‘Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.’ I read the words over and over in my head although picked class members were playing parts. Obviously. 

Those words meant so much to me, they were so powerful and honestly, they were the best lines in the whole play.

I looked in the direction of the clock, it read 10:15, so there was only five minutes of class left, then I would be free to celebrate Rose’s birthday with her and our massive group of friends before me and Rose run off with Justin to the planned party. Hehe, I was evil and everybody knew it. I didn’t know why Rose hadn’t figured it out yet. Hadn’t she thought that I would be planning something for her birthday? If she had, she didn’t voice her opinions about what I could and couldn’t do. She usually liked to limit me, because sometimes I went over the top. Last year, I took her to the cinemas and made her watch this horror movie that gave her nightmares for a few days, therefore horror things were strictly off the agenda. Which sucked! I loved horror, they kept the heart going, but there was a time in my life that I felt the same way, so I accepted it. Instead, I made her watch movies with a little thrill, but she liked those types, so neither of us had a problem.

“Yes, Corey. Who do you think is responsible for the death of Romeo and Juliet?” Mrs. Cal looked at the love of my life with intent eyes, obviously wanting an answer. She had an anorexic waist and scratchy voice. The two didn’t match. She stared him down until a firm answer was given. She liked to manipulate people into what she wanted them to do, and I do not mean sex or anything gross like that.

“Um. I think it was the Parents fault. I mean the Montague’s and Capulet’s. If they didn’t fight so much, they would have been able to be together without going behind their backs.” When he spoke, I inhaled the sound, his voice was husky, the kind of voice that you would imagine on a hot body builder, not Corey, not Corey at all. Corey was not exactly skinny, but not big either. He was average, but it suited him, he had muscles and the most beautiful black-brown eyes that reminded me so often of rich dark chocolate. Whenever I looked into them, I fell in love all over again, and I felt like my body literally melted.

A purple spiky ball was passed to another speaker. Purple symbolized that there was someone to speak next and orange symbolized the person who was talking. Zak was the next to speak.

“Ah, Corey. I am going to rebut against your argument, go to page forty, line 16. Got it? Good. Your mother!” Zak snickered at his marvellous comment and sat back down. The whole class was bursting with laughter, even Corey. I laughed too, but I still felt bad. Corey had just been made fun of by the most popular boy in school.

Zak had asked me out once, but being me, I declined because I could do better things with my time and he knew it. He just wanted to be the one to ‘relieve me of my v-plates’, as he would say… which was NOT happening. All my friends had given me shit for not going out with him, but I didn’t care. If I was going to go out with someone, why can’t it be a decent and loving guy, someone who would respect me? I’m sure as hell that Zak would do everything he could to get me into bed. I wasn’t looking for a relationship based on sex. I don’t think any girl was. I mean, some were (looking at YOU, Faith Hillman!), but decent girls looked for decent guys. Zak was anything but that. So I gave up in trying to impress my friends by accepting their invitations and went to total decline in most cases, anyone who proved himself to be a moron got pushed aside, as they should be. Others, if they were good enough, were given a chance… but if they screwed up, everybody knew about it. And they would have a hard time finding a new girlfriend, until someone fell in love with the mysterious eyes, the wonderful hair and the lips. Oh. Don’t get me started…

Snap out of it Claire. You love Corey, not Zak. I thought to myself, anytime I thought about him, I felt dreamy and fell for the features of his face, and if that wasn’t bad enough, I would go running back to him if I didn’t have the will power I do now. I have it thanks to Rose, who got me through the hard times and taught me to get over breakups… even the worst!

“Class dismissed. Be sure to do your homework, it’s due tomorrow and if it’s not done, that’s a detention.” I swear that Mrs. Cal loved the sound of her own voice, because she wouldn’t stop talking. Her voice was background noise when I was in the same room as Corey.

Everyone was half way out the door before she finished talking, and I was making my way to our table, where all our friends sat. Rose was already there, she had a bunch of balloons in her hand and a big smile on her face. She didn’t like birthday surprises, so when she found out what was going on tonight, she would kill me. Like I said earlier. The way I see it:

There is bound to be something interesting happening. Duh. That’s what friends were for, you should expect it. Most of the things that people did were fun though, but it was the fact that the word surprise was included, if that was there, you were screwed.

“Happy Birthday Rose! Do you like the balloons? I do!” I smiled evilly. She laughed and came over to give me a hug, so we weren’t surrounded by others. That was the case quite often.

“Look over there beautiful,” I nodded in the direction I wanted her to look, “It’s Justin. Have you seen him today? I’m sure he would wish you a happy birthday if you went over there.” She looked and her features melted. That just about said everything I was thinking.

“Claire, you know I just couldn’t go over to him and start up a conversation.” Ah, the love struck-girl, don’t we all feel like that? I knew for a fact that I did and it didn’t help that everyone singled us out as the pretty, popular girls. Everyone hit on us and we didn’t have time for it. It was constant, and after a while, it got on your nerves and you got sick of it… and then everything you do is to try to avoid anything that would lead to it occurring.

“Yeah, I know how you feel. Are you looking forward to tonight? You should be.” I didn’t know if that would scare her, but it didn’t sound appropriate and she started to worry.

“Should I be scared? It sounds like you are going to send me on a blind date with some random hottie. Your not are you?” She didn’t sound so disappointed by that fact, although she should be ashamed for even thinking the thought. But since when were girls not allowed to day dream? It was a free country and that involved having an imagination.

“No, I wish… I am sending you on a romantic walk though. With who, you may ask… well, that will be revealed in good time. And just because I know you hate having to wait, I won’t tell you where we are going. Enjoy the suspense.” This was fun, and I knew it was killing her to find out what was happening. I sat down and took a bite from my sandwich. It was delicious, my Dad made the best food.

The bell interrupted my thoughts and I made my way over to my next class, Rose at my side. I knew the questions and pleading would start soon, so I gave up and told her what was going on. “You, me and Justin are going to the fair and then afterwards,” I saw her mouth drop and her face light up, I think she loved the fact that Justin would be joining us, “I am leaving abruptly and leaving you two to go for a romantic walk along the esplanade. How does that sound? By the look on your face, I think you love the idea!” I left her to think about the idea while I departed, yelling back after me, I said. “Meet me after school outside Justin’s room and we will begin our little outing…” She nodded and I didn’t let myself stop, otherwise I would be late for class, I didn’t want that, Miss would kill me! Literally. Besides, I wanted to be alive to carry through with the plan I had created.