It was a cool Sunday morning. The tender air was beginning to become more moist than dry, the climate reacting to the summer transforming into the early August mood. The end of July was always the more crucial since the play was smack dead in the middle of August and the new school year started around the last week or so. The school was starting to slowly become more lively with people other than theater kids. Some custodians, teachers, and other staff started to drop by and settle themselves in across the span of a few weeks. One of the more important students however, Will Richardson, student body president, sat at a desk that was stationed in front of the show stage, looking over papers with a gratuitous feeling on the inside, but a timid slice of anger sheltered in his eyes. He looked stressed, but he didn't want to express it so much that people treated him differently. While the treasurer Kenny, who gave the rights to fund this play, and Raberta, the daughter of the principal, cooed at each other in the corner, just pretending like they weren't secretly flirting with one another. Will made a growl in his stomach tighten, he was maliciously thinking on how many ways to scream and yell while getting his point across. He scratched out the ink on the iceberg pen he kept in his hands, and flung it into the garbage can to his left, shouting aloud to get some respect and attention. "This is ridiculous! Where is Darius?! I have something he needs to see!" Raberta and Kenny stopped their flirtatious string of laughter, and she turned engrossment toward the older male. "Your boyfriend will be here soon. Calm down. I'm sure Hugglebee will drop the charges against the school."
"I doubt it! His shoulder is DISLOCATED! We have to get to the bottom of that! It's so unreal, almost like it was planned. I made sure the metal above stage was locked in place, we needed it just for one scene. But it looks like a cord was snipped before his performance and it was timed precisely so that it would hurt him. Maybe not kill him, but whoever did it did NOT want him to play J.D." Kenny chimes in, "I wouldn't want him to play J.D either. His last name is Mustardpussy." "KENNY THATS NOT THE POINT!" Will scowled.
The cold air quite reflected Darius's mood at the moment. He didn't want to be here anymore than he needed to, considering Will was also here. Watch that idiot fucking get on my ass about 20 different things all at once. Darius walked in with a facade of happiness, masking the try dread he had. "Oh Will! I'm here! So what did you need me here for? I mean I love working with you, but I also appreciate my free days," he stated. "You said this was important though, so please fill me in," that was a lie. He couldn't care less about anything that came out of Will's rotten mouth. To him, Will was a filthy lowlife rat, and Darius was the snake.
"Did you call me over to kiss me again? Or maybe it's so we could get,' freaky,' after all, I know Seniors often tend to be gigantic horny monsters."
Will leaped from his chair and dug his hands into the trenches of his pockets, getting in Darius's face. "Were getting sued you fuck ass! And also, if you haven't noticed, I cheated on you. With Kenny. Because us seniors are gutter slut trash and you weren't worth my time!" Will could play this lying game too. Over the course of a few weeks however, somehow Darius managed to make Will feel...comfortable with his prescribed. And it annoyed Will to a monumental extent, because he couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting Darius to just NAG him. Maybe Will was secretly a sadist. Kenny immediately got defensive, "I think I'm the last straight in Moonlight. Please n-" Will passed Kenny the INeedMyBestFriendToPlayAlongEye and he succumbed to embarrass himself in front of the one bad chick he felt like had a chance with. "I mean, at least I thought I was. But Will, you're ass is just sooooo fat!" Kenny followed up with a cringe-inducing slap to his hands, mimicking sex expressions, and biting down on his already chapped lips. Will wanted to barf, Darius was dumb, but not this dumb.
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Moonlight High: Generation Z
Jugendliteratur(The second series within the Moonlight Franchise) A savvy and technical look inside the minds of the students at Moonlight High growing up in generation Z.