How He Played

Chapter Four

Colton Haynes As Leon Jake Anderson

Kennedy

    "So....." Clair asks as we walk into the school,"you've had a bright gleaming smile on your face all morning, what is it?"

   "Just the fact that dear Blakey-blue can't go out unless I go out," I smile at her as we enter the blue doors of the school. The cafeteria very slowly starts to fill up as more people turn up for school.

The dinner ladies serve pieces of toast and cartons of juice to those kicked out of the house early by their parents who need to work, or those who are unfortunate enough to have parents who forgot to feed them.

   "I mean you could use that to your advantage in another way," she shrugs her shoulders. "If you were to actually to go to parties and stuff it means he would owe you," Clair smiles as we walk toward her locker, numerous whispers being spread as we walk the corridor.

   "I guess if I needed the money?" I smile, elbowing her gently. "I'm just kidding and you know that," I respond.

"It's a better opinion than prostitution," Clair bluntly states as I choke on my own saliva. We both burst out laughing together and multiple people look at us with curiosity as we walk out of the cafeteria and into the corridors filled with blue lockers.

We reach Clair's locker, and when she opens it a white letter falls out. She looks at me with just as much confusion and slowly leans down to pick it up.

"Looks like someone's crushing on you" I laugh, and she gently pushes my shoulder as her cheeks flush pink.

"They must've gotten the wrong locker," she sadly smiles without even opening it. I watch as she heads over to the trashcan, and before she can throw it in I jump in front of her and snatch it.

Clair then throws her hands by her side and tilts her head slightly, her curly hair making her all the cuter.

"Either I open it and read it to you," I threaten, a smirk appearing over my face, "or you take this and give it a chance." I say as I hand the letter towards her.

"Your choice."

"Read it," Clair smiles grabbing her jotters from her locker, "but if something in there is meant to hurt me I want you to stop reading immediately and throw it in the bin."

"Deal," I smile, ripping it open as we walk back to the cafeteria. Sitting down at our table with excited grins on our faces, I quickly skinned over it before starting.

"Dear Clair," I begin, smiling as the letter was indeed meant for her. "You doth not known me very well nor very long," I begin, my heart beating with excitement with where this could go.

"My heart beats a thousand beats when I hath seen you, every second a yearning to be worthy of your presence." I stop, amazed by what I'm reading. I look up at Clair - her face completely red. I couldn't tell if it was because they knew she liked Shakespeare, or because half of it was inaccurate.

"Thy beauty cannot be defined by that of the reddest of roses, thy kindness warmest than the summers rise." As I read, I briefly see Clair's lips tug into a smile.

"Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart, courage to make love known?" I finish, handing the letter over to Clair with a smile on my face, saddened there's no name.

"Macbeth..." She mumbles under her breath.

"Told you someone was crushing on you," I laugh,"who do you think it is?"