British Joey

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

It's been a week since the I-slapped-Elliot-Hunter catastrophe. 

We were both ignoring each other at school so I guess it's not really that awkward but I still catch him stealing glances at me once in awhile.

"Rhys?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Are there any clubs in this school that I could enter?" I wanted to take my mind off things. Maybe joining a club will help.

"Hmm...well what do you like?" he asked me.

"I like anything to do with creativity, writing, acting - yes! Acting, art, music. Pretty much it," I nodded my head. I've always love acting ever since I could talk I would be putting up little plays for my mum and dad and occasionally for my friends. I wasn't bad at it either. 

"Well..." he suddenly had a very suspicious grin on his face, "there's the Romeo and Juliet play. Signups start today. There's a meeting today at lunch if you want to go,"

My heart literally stopped. I've wanted to be part of a Romeo and Juliet play ever since I watched the play on Broadway when I was ten. It was so romantic and just absolutely brilliant. I'm totally going to try out for this...but wait.

"But how is it going to work? There's no girls here!" 

"Ahh...you see. This play is open to not only people at St. Paul's but people at Rosewood as well," Rhys smiled. I could tell he wanted me to join.

"Wow! I'm so going to join! Hopefully I'll get the role of Juliet," I bit my lip. It's going to be hard, but definitely worth it.

"You're going to try out for Juliet?" he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, so?" I frowned.

"You're going to have to kiss whoever is playing Romeo you know. What if it's a gross person?" he scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Come on Rhys, it's a play. All actors and actresses need to make some sacrafices if they want to make it big. Not that I want to make it big or anything, this is just for fun. Besides, the future Romeo is probably thinking the same thing, "oh what if the Juliet person is a creepy girl with red lipstick?" I tried to make the voice sound high pitched but failed.

Rhys laughed, "I guess. Well, good luck! Tell me if you make it. I have to go to maths," he rolled his eyes. I could tell maths wasn't his favourite subject.

"I will! I have to go gym, wish me luck," I groaned. After almost 2 weeks, I still haven't gotten used to the fact that I have to change in front of guys. Well, not really change in front because that would just be absolutely horrific. I have my own stall in the back so it's ok. But I still have to walk through a bunch of half-naked, retarded boys. Wonderful.

As I entered the changeroom. I began to blush furiously, which I don't understand because it's been two freaking weeks! How long does it take for a girl to get used to this? A month? God no. I held my head high as I marched through, but I couldn't help but notice the abs that was clearly visible on Elliot's abdomen - yes, he's in my gym class, jolly isn't it - and the way his muscles flex when he pulls his shirt over his body. He doesn't look at me even though he could clearly tell a girl was in the changeroom.

At least the boys here have the decency to not peek over the stall where I change, unlike back in America, if I did this, I swear, by the end of the year, every single one of th boys in the changeroom would've seen me naked.

Gym went by in a blur because it was my favourite sport, Soccer, or as the British would say, football, which if you ask me, makes a lot more sense than soccer because you're using your feet to guid the ball, what does soccer even mean any way?