HIPPOPOTAMUS (BXB)

Act Four

I am so dismayed by the lack of comments and votes. 

Where art thou support and encouragement? 

But for those who remain true to me, here is the fourth installment. 

ENJOY!

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Theo's P.O.V

"But where hast thou been, then?" Matilda asked me, as I entered late into our English classroom off the back of lunch.

I'd run off ahead of them to grab a few extra books from the library while Matty and Ronan had gone to class. We all took English Literature together. It wasn't a big class because it wasn't a popular class. There were about ten students, which meant we had a lot of fun.

"I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy, where on a sudden one hath wounded me, that's by me wounded; both our remedies within thy help and holy physic lies. I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, my intercession likewise steeds my foe," I declared, finding a seat and dumping my bag onto the floor. I turned my chair so that I straddled it and faced my friends.

"So, as you were telling us during lunch, Man Candy wasn't all he cracked up to be? Not as glorious as thy night?" Ronan laughed. I kicked him in the shin.

"Early days. He may yet be thy east, yet to be thy sun," I sighed.

"What are we talking about?" asked a girl in front of us.

Hazel, my one true enemy. Blonde, busty and ambitious. We had English Lit with her as well as theatre club together. She was the star of the stage. Our great director's apple in her eye. She was always leading lady, and always a total bitch; the one true diva of the stage. If I were to be Romeo, she would be my Juliet, and I hated it.

"We, aren't talking about anything that is any of your business," I informed her. She cocked an overly sculpted eyebrow at me in surprise and pursed her puffy, glossy lips.

"Excuse me, if I were you pining so desperately for a lead role, I'd mind my manners when speaking to the star of our little theatre," she told me and then turned her back on us. I glared into the back of her head, thankful she was seated a few rows in front of us.

"Can we poison her?" I asked my friends.

"Yes, lets." Matilda grinned her Cheshire grin.

"Ding dong, the witch is dead. Which old witch? The wicked witch!" Ronan sung in a whisper, pointing at Hazel. Matty and I both muffled our laughter.

"By the way, I'm coming over this weekend. I need to talk to Sebastian about my delivery for my audition," I informed Matilda.

"You're coming over anyway, it's the weekend. Where else would you be?" she laughed.

"Making out in a gazebo with Man Candy?" Ronan suggested.

"I'm not sure if Seb is going to be here this weekend though, I think he has a gig near his University," Matty explained. I slumped forward over the back of my chair, deflated.

"Damn," I pouted.

"He'll definitely be back the weekend after though, it's our Nan's 80th birthday and mum says he has to be there for it," she said enthusiastically, trying to cheer me up. I gave her a smile to let her know it was working.