Outcast ✔️

Chapter 10

I couldn't do this. I hated every single moment of this, and I felt as if I was trapped with no way of escaping.

But the thing was, I wanted this. I basically forced him to agree. Yet here I was, the one suffering from this.

After lunch, Liam had grabbed and dragged me all the way to the theatre room where some kids were rehearsing their lines for the upcoming musical, but Liam had kicked them out, and they, without another word, listened to his harsh command and left just like that.

The theatre room was at the end of our school, which meant it was away from most classrooms, and usually, there's no one around here, and no one could hear my cry for help if he had done something to me, which I was afraid of.

"Uh- I guess we can start with this part of the scene," I said, handing him the paper with the instruction and our assigned scene, which was Romeo and Juliet's death scene. It was such a powerful scene, and one that is very vulnerable, and having to do this with him is just going to take away all the purpose of the whole scene.

Romeo and Juliet are one of my favourite plays. I've always found it so beautiful and touching from the first time I read it.

He leaned closer to me, showing me the paper. "You need to lie down,"

I look at the paper wherein italics letter wrote: Juliet lies down unconscious.

I nod my head getting down on the cold floor to play my role as Juliet. I felt vulnerable in the position as if anything could happen right now and I wouldn't be able to get up and run. I felt trapped with Liam looking down at me with his blank expression.

He leaned down on his knees, looking over at his paper once before receding Romeo's famous lines.

"In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's relative, noble County Paris!
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?"

I couldn't believe what I heard. The sound of his voice as he spoke. The lines made me melt. The accent and the cold raspy voice created a strange feeling in my stomach.

I know Juliet was supposed to be unconscious, but I couldn't help but look at him as he recited the beautiful lines Shakespeare had written.

I never imagined Liam to be the person to be able to speak like this. I didn't even know he understood it, yet here he was.

"Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd[...]"

I couldn't believe it was Liam who spoke this way.

I felt this odd feeling in my stomach identical to what I felt when I saw him play his guitar and sing long before.

I almost forgot that he was the guy that bullied me every day. The boy that made my life living hell.

And I wanted to get up and leave right now. I was afraid of this feeling, and I didn't want to feel this sensation towards Liam ever again.

I got up, supporting myself with the palm of my hand.

"I can't... I need to go," I said, lifting myself off the ground, turning on my heels and walking towards the door.