Don't Hide From Me, Please? |✔

Chapter 8| Robin Hood

The weathers gotten a lot colder. The leaves changed brown or orange or red and they fall to the ground. It's my favorite time of year besides winter. Fall is by far my favorite time of year. People think my favorite time of year is Valentine's day because my last name is Valentine. They're wrong. Fall is my favorite. November is the month of my brother's birthday. This year I'm not sure what to get him. My mom got him a Brazil football jersey.

Aaron loves Brazil football.

Sometimes I watch it with him. Not much. I've heard him tell me that he would give anything to have a soccer ball singed by the whole team. Aaron is off with Aurora. She wanted to buy him anything he wanted for his birthday. I wanted to get him that soccer ball. I would give anything to get him that.

In our English class I put my head on the desk. I've been so stress about this. "Violet?" I hear Zayn asks. I lift my head up to look at his worried brown eyes. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Aaron's birthday is coming up and I want to get him one thing but that is impossible." I pout slamming my head on the desk. "Ow." I mumble underneath my breath.

Zayn laughs lightly. "What do you want to get him?" He asks. I sigh lifting my head back up. "He loves the Brazil football team. Aaron told me that he really wanted a football signed by the whole team." I reply rubbing my head. Zayn sighs putting strands of hair behind my ear. Electricity tingles down my ear from where he touched my hair. I force my eyes to look in his eyes. "I'll take care of it." He whispers.

I raise my eyebrow. "You'll take care of it? How?" I ask curiously. He flashes me his dashing goofy smile. I smile looking down. "Okay, I trust you." I look up at him. Pink forms on his cheeks and my skin boils. "Ms. Valentine and Mr. Peterson since you love to talk you can be in the upcoming play." Mrs. Baker snaps. My eyes widen and I sit straight up. Zayn keeps his cool. "What play?" He asks. Really? I glare over at him.

Please don't say Romeo and Juliet! Please! "Robin Hood." She says. Oh? That's not so bad. "Zayn, you can be Robin Hood and Violet can be Maid Marian." She continues. My eyes widen. Okay, maybe that's alright? "We'll take it." Zayn says. I kick him in the leg. "Good." She says as she hands us the scripts. My eyes widen. Are you kidding me? I flip through the script. I read the following:

Robin kisses Maid Marian

My eyes widen. I...can't kiss Zayn Peterson. If I do I'll catch the worst case of this thing called FEELINGS. I don't know what I'll do if I catch feelings for my friend Zayn Peterson. I gulp. I glance out of the corner of my mind. I see Zayn trying to hide a smile. Oh, this jerk is going to enjoy this. I sigh nervously. The bell rings and I rush out quickly hiding my embarrassment. I can't stand having all the eyes on me.

I have stage fright.

After the school day is over I rush to my locker. I just want to go home. After the play thing, I'm not happy. I'm terrified of preforming and stages and people period. I close my locker with a heavy sigh. "What's the matter?" Aurora asks behind. I jump screaming. I turn around looking at her. "I'm just a little stressed." I smile wearily. She looks down at my hand. "What's that?" She asks. "A play Zayn and I have to preform because we were talking." I say folding the paper.

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After I arrive home I start reading the play. The play is the script is from the movie Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. I've seen the movie easily. I run downstairs I pop the movie in and I run to the kitchen. I throw popcorn into the microwave. I'll do homework as I practice my part. A done deal. I hear a knock on my door. I rush to the door. I swing the door open.

I'm met with the face of Zayn Peterson. "Zayn? Aren't you supposed to be at practice?" I ask. He shakes his head. Zayn shoves the play in my face and the microwave goes off. "Oh, what's that?" He asks barging in. I watch him walk into the kitchen. I swear. "Come in, why don't you." I mumble. Zayn plops on the couch and presses the play button.