A letter A day

The second letter

All of the friends that were mentioned in the first chapter!! Enjoy reading😄
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"In this next assignment, you will have to find a partner of the opposite sex and do a classic play, like Romeo and Juliet or hamlet. If you do not pick a partner this class, I have a random name draw and we will all write our names down on a piece of paper and everyone will pick. So I suggest you pick a person or let the fate of it be in the hats favour. Action!" Our drama teacher, Ms. Devon, directs. Who to pick, who to pick.
  "Hey, um, Melanie, I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner." Asks Tegan, a 100% student. I turn around, giving him my full attention. He has big blue eyes and dirty blondish-brown hair that earned him the nick name of dusty. He's 6'2 and judging by the little squares under his tight black shirt he has abs. I have to look directly up to maintain eye contact with the talking skyscraper.
"Sure, that'd be awesome." I comment. He flashes me a smile that would have a normal girl weak in the knees. Not me, well kind of because of those fricking dimples, but I need to focus. Especially because I currently have a 72 in this class somehow. I've never been a suck up and I've always voiced my opinion but in this class I haven't really been participating as much as I should, but I will show Ms. Devon my skills because I'm working with the best of the best.
"And word of advice, practice, practice, practice! Because, this is going to be presented in front of the school as of two weeks from now. I will choose one of each play. You can even make up your own play if that makes it easier." The whole class sighs out in relief. Not to be a bad nut, but it's extremely hard to understand half of the things that the people like Shakespeare intended the persons to say.
"So make up our own play or do a classic, hard choice...not." I snort. I take a seat away from all the noise so I can try my best to focus on what Tegan is trying to say and not what his body is. Look at his face, look at his face!
"So I'm guessing you want to write a classic?" He smirks. I nod my head, trying not to drool. He pulls out a piece of paper and handing it to me.
"So what should our play be about?" I ask, team effort, right? Actually I totally am not asking him because my mind is totally blank right now. Stupid God like face.
"You know the movie Frozen?" He asks with all seriousness, but I can't help but let out a little giggle. I nod in response. "We could do a rom-com about Ana and Kristof." He suggest. I scribble that down on the piece of paper he gave me.
"We could also do a script about Olaf and how he's doing, aren't you the littlest but curious about if he ever finds someone or if he ever melts? I know it's not possible because of the little snow cloud but what if he melts of sadness or happiness?" I contemplate. I didn't realize the look of complete and utter shock on his face. Whoops, I guess I got carried away in my deep self thought of a snowman who doesn't melt in summer.
"I suppose but it's a two person play. So I think that the Olaf one wouldn't quiet work." He sighs.
"Oh, okay. So I guess we should start working on your idea then. Let's get started shall you, I mean we." I retort.
"Okay, I get it your mad that we can't do your idea, but that doesn't mean that we can't put Olaf in the play." He beams. He reaches over to me and puts his hand on my leg and a tingling sensation followed, shooting right to the spot where his hand still rests.
  "Okay, so how should it start?" I ask. He moves to the chair right beside me, our legs touching and his hand still on my knee.
  "I think this is actually a bad idea, we should do something original not based off a movie that is probably going to have a sequel." He admits. I erase the idea and brush off the eraser bits.
"I still like the idea of there being a princess and just a lonesome man, maybe we could switch the tables around and have the girl be the humble servant that falls for her master, then the master falls for her as well. How about that?" I suggest. He looks at me, confusion and shock written all over his face.
"That's a really good idea, I like it. Let's start working, I'll go ask for the limit of scenes that there is. Be right back." He assures.
Lauren, the schools slut, and satan herself, bumps into Tegan just as he's about to talk to the teacher. He try's to brush her off, but she doesn't get the message. She puts one of her hands on his chest and puts one of her legs in between his legs. My fist are clenched into little balls of anger and I'm surprised something or someone isn't on the ground yet. Walking calmly over to where they are, I go up to Tegan to help him out of whatever Lauren is trying to get him to do. I grab her hand and remove it from his chest and calmly push her back so she's a non flirtatious distance away from Tegan.
"Shall we go ask the teacher the question for our partner assignment?" I ask.
"Ya." He hesitates. Shit, is he her boyfriend? Now I just feel pathetic for falling so easily for the players ways. Damn your attractiveness and amazing smirk that makes me weak in the knees.
"Excuse me, who do you think you are? That's my boyfriend!" She pouts. Stomping her feet with every step she takes towards me, she brings her hand up to smack me in the face but Tegan stops her. I shoot a thankful look towards Tegan which is returned by ice cold eyes.
"We broke up a month ago, why can't you understand that I don't want you anymore?! I don't want you near Melanie unless it's to apologize for what you have done. Now get the fuck away from me and her." He demands. I feel a tiny of fuzziness in my stomach as he tells her off, it's kind of like he actually likes me. You wish.
  "Ms. Devon. How many scenes are there needed?" He asks.
  "At the least, 10 at most 20." She answers. Okay, that's not as bad as I was expecting it to be. We walk back to our spot, Tegan super eager to get to work. I'm left smiling at his eagerness to get started. I'm half way there when someone stops me and that is none other then the slut herself, Lauren.
"Thought we were done sweets? Think again. I don't give something up that easily especially when I want it." She sneers. Well then, if she wants to pick a fight, let's give her one worth remembering.