Behind Her Smile

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Dash of Glitter

“Dinosaur boy! What are you doing in my classroom and sniffing my carpet?!”

Ro groans as he lifts his head off the ground. He was lucky it was carpet or he would have suffered more than slight rug burn. Muttering a million curses to Dex in his mind as he stands and lo and behold, Ms. Whalen is front of him with crossed arms and tapping her foot in irritation as she waits for an explanation.

He is pretty sure he is mirroring the same expression on his face.

Was it too much to hope that Ms. Whalen wouldn’t witness that?

Apparently.

Ro plasters a smile on his face. “I was just dropping off Dexina.” His smile became a little more genuinely when he hears Dex huff at the sound of her first name being used. Which she hates just as much as he hates being called by his full name.

Revenge is sweet.

“The brat from the office!” Ro nods and smiles when he hears another indignant huff come from behind him. “Well where is she?” Ms. Whalen asks him impatiently.

Ro nods and opens the door. “I’ll gladly show you.” He grabs Dex by the collar of her shirt before she could run away. “Come on Dex time to go.”

Dex gives him a look full of betrayal which he found very cute and humorous. “Traitor.” She pouts as she is dragged inside by Ro.

“What are friends for?” Ro was having a little too much fun about this situation. “See you in an hour.” He sings as he plops her down in the nearest seat. Before she could convince him to stay or for Ms. Whalen to yell at him for hovering, he takes his exit with a little skip in his step. He could feel the heat of Dex's glower on his back.

Now he had to get to his detention.

………………………………..

Dex hated this.

She hated that she is forced to be in a play. She hated the idea of performing for other people’s entertainment like some circus monkey. She is an artist. She works better alone in solitude, then with other people. If she could, she would skip this whole thing and run away, but she knew Ro would kill her, resurrect her, then kill her again.

And she was a lot more scared of that.

Ms. Whalen left her and didn’t tell her to do anything, not that she was planning on doing anything either way, so she sat at her desk and observed the people around her.

Most were reciting ‘where art thous’ or whatever to their fellow peers. They burst into laughter whenever one pronounced the lines wrong.

Which is often.

Big eye roll from her.

The others were quietly doing their own projects. Sewing costumes, working on advertisement, fiddling with speakers and light, and et cetera. They are all like hard working ants, totally focused on the task given them. No creativity anywhere as far as she could see.

In her opinion everything needed a good dash of glitter.

Dex mind wanders to how she could spice up the drama room, when something captures her eye. Something actually not dreary and boring. The guy sitting next to her is bent over a small laptop totally focused on the screen in front of him as he draws with his stylus. She peaks over his shoulder. She couldn’t tell what he is doing, but it was interesting and colorful.