Let's Pretend We Never Happened

Chapter 11- Kissing

Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait! I've been quite busy lately...

Without further due:

Chapter 11- Kissing

Man, he did have gorgeous blue eyes.

It absolutely sucked. Guys like him should not have gorgeous blue eyes. It was not fair to any girl who was trying incredibly hard to keep what was happening out of her head.

“Spain...” I began.

“Shh...” He interrupted. “We gotta do this.”

And then I closed my eyes.

And then he kissed me.

Spain Vanderbelt, leader of the Status Code- that had not long ago basically assaulted me-  was kissing me.

• • • • • • • • • • • • (25 and a half minutes ago) • • • • • • • • •

“Welcome to today’s drama class! I, Mrs. Beatrice Baffleton Beaugard am delighted to have you unenthusiastic imbeciles enter my glorious place of zen, today, to ruin what I wish was also a place of talent. You may now take a seat on the burgundy carpeted floor and await my instructions of what Shakespearean play we are to perform for the Winter Tribute to the Arts Show.” Landon’s and my drama teacher spoke with a thunderous and overdramatic tone, waving her arms wildly and prancing around the theatre as if she was announcing the tributes for the Hunger Games at the capitol. 

“I still can’t get over her daily introductory speech to the one drama class she has all year. She says this exact same-

“Not true. She uses different words to describe how much we suck.”

“Well the gist of the message is the exact same. I am so tired of her diluting my self-esteem to tiny little droplets.”

“You’ve only been in this class for two weeks Peter Piper, I’ve had to endure this tortured environment and the lack of talent with my fellow ‘imbeciles’ for two years already.” Landon mocked Mrs. (call me only by my full name) Beatrice Baffleton Beaugard.

“Okay fine, you win this duel, my fellow imbecile. For I fear thou hast suffered too much of this retchedness to haveth a sane mind.” I said in the most solemn manner I could choke out while in the midst of a laughing fit. “I just wish we didn’t have to do Shakespeare. I don’t quite understand why every English and Drama teacher ever to be in existence has so much respect for him. I mean, Romeo and Juliet was quite a stupid story.”

“Thou hast no love for the fine poetry that Romeo spoketh to Juliet?” Landon riveted at me.

“You know, just adding ‘th’ and ‘thou’ to every sentence doesn’t make the language Shakespearean, right?”

“Well, Peter Piper,” Landon began, “It sure sounds like it. I mean-

“SILENCE YOU DRONING DIMWHITS.”

We all turned towards Mrs...well the drama teacher.

“Now that I have your utmost attention- ahem...Mr. Price, please remove that technological device from your hand- yes...where was I? Oh yes! Now that I have your utmost attention, I will commence the assignment. You all shall be placed into predetermined groups and I shall provide you with a Shakespearean play that you shall perform at the Winter Tribute to the Arts Show.”

“Dude, if we aren’t put in the same group, this is gonna suck.” Landon’s best friend, Malik said.

I had met Malik on my first day of class here at St. Andreas. Malik was the kind of guy who could get along with anyone, and was comfortable with them too.