Random Shakespeare

Chapter 3

     Jackson gently put his hand on Rae's, who had startled slightly at first, but then had relaxed into it. He used his other hand to push a lock of black hair that had escaped her ponytail away from where it was slipping near her eye. "You don't deserve to be laughed at. Human nature or not."

     "You idiot! You finally get your chance and you completely blew it! She probably thinks you're some weirdo stalker!" Jackson yelled at himself in his room. His parents were still at work, and the closest neighbor was a half a mile away. He didn't have to worry about anyone hearing him, so he screamed at himself as loud as he could. He was throwing around a pillow, after putting any breakable items on the floor in safe spots. He was angry, but he wasn't an idiot, however much he thought he was at the moment.

     "You stupid moron! She's going to hate you now! This was probably the only chance you're going to get, and you blew it! How could you do that? Now, you're not going to see her again, since the Drama club is splitting up!" He threw the pillow at the wall, then picked it up and started beating his bed with it. His room was normal, not a lot of decorations, and that's mainly because of the way he deals with his anger. He tried other things, but nothing worked. This was the only way he could calm down.

     Drained of energy, he sat down on his bed and dropped his head into his hands, shaking it. He had been dreaming of this moment since he first met Rae.

     He was walking down the hall into his first Drama Club meeting, was so excited he could hardly contain it. He loved performing, and was excited because he heard about the amazing shows the Drama Club puts on from some of the upper class men. They said that you had to audition to get in, and most time, freshman don't get in. That worried him slightly, since he was a freshman, and on top of that, this was a new school. His mom had gotten a huge job offer that came with a really good pay raise. She waited to accept it, however, until they had found a house near a good school for him, and a good job for his dad. Then, they moved and here he was. 

     He was about to open the door when it swung open from the opposite side. Some really tall guy and another girl were holding the door open for a girl a bit shorter than him. They were smiling at her, saying that they couldn't wait to see her again.

     And then he saw her.

     She had such smooth and silky black hair. Later he had described it as a black waterfall, but that was only when he actually was in connection with his brain. At that moment however, he was not, so he actually had quite a comical expression on his face; all slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

     His mouth did turn into a smile when she looked at him though. She had such pretty pale blue eyes, they almost looked like the clouds he used to watch as a kid. She had such soft features, a small nose, rosy cheeks with a small splattering of freckles on them, almost begging him for a closer look. He could feel his heart pounding, as she nodded at him in greeting and brushed passed him. Her long hair had just barely touched his arm and he had to stop himself from shivering.

     The people at the door waved him in; closing the door behind him. The president had asked what he would be presenting, and Jackson knew. He wouldn't have to worry about stumbling over his words or forgetting a part; his mother had read him this since he was a baby. So he squared his shoulders and announced that he was going to be presenting Romeo's monologue, from when he sees Juliet in the balcony. 

     The next day, someone from the auditions told him that anyone who could present with that much emotion was welcome to the Drama Club anytime.