The theatre class was in pieces at this point. Everyone was screaming at each other, making sure the other side knew they were right.
The teacher had told them to stand on one side of the room if they thought it was a cautionary tale about the stupidity of teen lust, and to get on the other side if they thought it was a beautiful tragedy about poisonous hatred conquered by love.
That's where they were know. The teacher trying desperately to quiet the kids. Kids screamed about how they were right and how the other sides opinion was wrong.
Race was furious. He stood on the side that thought it was a beautiful tragedy, and of course his best friend Spot stood on the other. The two were in each others face, they usually didn't fight over something this stupid, but they were both stubborn and believed they were right.
"IT'S A BEAUTIFUL TALE! THEY HAD A FORBIDDEN LOVE" "NO THEY DIDN'T! THEY WERE JUST DUMB TEENAGERS" "NO THEY WEREN'T" "YES THEY WERE" "CLASS DISMISSED" The teacher yelled loudly.
Race mumbled angrily as he walked away, saying something about how he was still coming over to Spot's house once school ended. Spot heard him, grumbling about how his ass better meet him in the parking lot.
The two made their way to their next classes, somewhat glad they got to blow off steam without being near each other. Once Race got into the class, he was immediately asked what was wrong by Crutchie.
"Whole class got into an argument about what Romeo and Juliet symbolizes. That bitch Spot thinks he's right" Race mumbled on, but Crutchie couldn't understand a thing.
×Time Skip×
It was about a couple day into the theatre fight when it hit Spot. Maybe he was wrong about the tale. Not because he actually thought he was wrong, but because he began to develop feelings for Race.
He walked into theatre class, nervous. He had had a plan all day and was going to go through with it. He put his stuff down, awaiting the screams and yells. They came pretty soon.
Race was yelling at people loudly, his voice was one of the loudest ones. Spot walked over to Race, Race started yelling at him.
Spot put his arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Race froze, but soon realized what was happening. He put his arms around Spot's waist, pulling him closer. They pulled away to breathe and all that was said was "You were right, Racer. It is a beautiful story".
