Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love A Name Thief

Skylar's P.O.V.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!

Can't the universe ever give me a break!?

"W-what?" I stutter.

"Romeo will be played by Lucas." She repeats.

I glance over to Luke, noting his evil smirk.

"Ma'am, I don't mean to be a problem, but I can't be Juliet if he's Romeo."

"And why not?"

I pause to think for a moment. I can't tell her the real reason!

"I'm sorry, but that's personal. Please, just give my part to Britney."

Britney nods her head in agreement, seemingly unfazed by my sudden fear.

"Absolutely not. I assigned everyone their parts, and those parts are what they will play." She says, finality laced in her words.

"Ma'am, you don't understand. She can't be Juliet with him." Grayson pipes in.

"She can, and she will."

And with that, she dismisses the class to learn their lines.

"I can't play his love! How am I supposed to act like he's the man of my dreams, when he's the man of my nightmares!?" I whisper shriek.

"No way am I letting my girlfriend kiss that asshole." Grayson mutters.

All color drains from my face. The kiss. I forgot about the kiss! This whole thing just got ten times worse.

"I can't do this. There's no way I can pretend to be in love him that douchebag. There has to be something we can do-anything."

"Baby, you need to calm down." He pulls me onto his lap and strokes my hair softly. "I'm just as upset about this as you are, maybe more so. But we can't do anything crazy."

I let out a shaky breath and nod slowly.

"Now, it's just acting." He continues. "Go as far as possible without getting uncomfortable. But stop before the first kissing scene." He says the last part sternly.

I nod again and climb off of his lap. Picking up my script, I read through my lines enough to become familiar with the words. Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Sanders calls for our attention.

"Alright. So the principal had granted us access to the performing arts center, so we will be performing our amateur play there. No one will be watching, so don't be shy." She cackles slightly. "Once we get there, we will not be doing the whole play, due to lack of time. I will state a scene at random and you will act it out. Let's get down there."

Slowly, students file out of the classroom after her. Grayson and I stay back behind the others to avoid getting caught in the crowd.

He smiles down at me reassuringly before grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers tightly.

As we approach the stage, Grayson gives my hand a squeeze before letting go. We gather in a small circle around Mrs. Sanders as she gives us directions.

Grayson stands behind me with his arms around my waist, and his chin resting on my shoulder.

Once everyone knows there jobs, the crowd disperses to different parts of the stage, getting any necessary equipment and props.

I stand off to the side as things get set up and moved. Grayson continues to whisper supportive comments in my ear, though nothing seems to settle the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.