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// "Have you...have you ever been in love?...I mean, like...Met your Juliet?" she asked, smiling broadly. Her group of friends giggled.
I looked away like I didn't care, carving something out with my pencil on my desk. He didn't say anything. I felt him come closer to me and my heart skipped a beat. Oh shit, what was he doing? I looked up into Mr. Miller's eyes and Melinda gasped.
He pulled my hand away and said, "Yes, I have, Amber." He looked straight into my eyes and pulled my hand up. What was he doing??
Oh no. //
The class was deathly silent as Mr. Miller searched my eyes deeply.
My hand shook in his as I mumbled, "What are you doing?"
Melinda had a coughing fit next to me.
Mr. Miller suddenly switched his head to the floor and said, all the while looking to the side, "Vandalism is prohibited, Ms. Campbell." He cleared his throat and let my hand fall gently on my desk.
I looked at the side of the desk that I had been carving. It was chipping wood all over my lap. I blushed.
After a few seconds, the class returned to normal as Mr. Miller pulled out a boxful of copies of 'Romeo and Juliet,'. As he handed me six copies of the book to pass down. I was still frozen, so I only looked at him questioningly.
Melinda gently took five and passed them back for me. Mr. Miller sat at the tip of his desk and spoke. "Okay, so act one begins with the prologue. 'Two households, both alike in dignity...."
I zoned out and looked out the window.
"Ms. Campbell? Ms. Campbell," came a voice. I looked up. Mr. Miller was staring at me with a stern face. "Could you please stop daydreaming and read out of," he paused, scanning the book quickly. "Act two, scene two, 'Capulet's orchard'?"
What the hell? Who didn't know this scene, the famous window scene with Romeo and Juliet. You know, the whole 'What light through yonder window breaks?' or 'O, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?' shit.
"I'm not a man," I said quietly, staring at the words on the page.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Miller asked.
"I said, 'I'm not a man.' Romeo speaks first," I mumbled under my breath.
Mr. Miller paused and stared down at the book.
"''He jests at scars that scars that never left a wound,'" he began quietly.
He was going to be my Romeo.
He looked at me and I nodded him on.
Before he could continue, someone in the class mumbled, 'Huh?'
Mr. Miller turned to the class and said, "Well, basically, after Romeo leaves the feast-" He was cut off almost immediately.
"What feast?" someone asked in an exasperated voice.
"Capulet's masquerade feast-" he was cut off once again.
"Who the hell's Capulet?" a guy asked in the back.
