A modern, gay retelling of the star crossed lovers, Romeo & Juliet, about two boys falling in love despite the burden the world and their families put on their shoulders.
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Chapter Twenty-Two | Sorry Not Sorry
"I fear too early, for my mind misgives; Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin."
I narrowed my brows as I watched Leo Astrid rehearse his lines as Romeo on the main stage. The other students that were supposed to be working on their respective roles for the play all swarmed around the stage to watch the boy recite his line, though in my opinion, he wasn't doing that good of a job as everyone was making it seem.
"I still think I would've been a much better fit for Romeo than this twat." I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, causing Toby to look up from his lighting equipment.
"Really? I think Leo was a perfect choice considering the guy has already starred in like two hit Disney shows, been in like three movies — one of them getting nominated for an Academy Award and-"
"Okay Toby, I don't need his life story." I cut the boy off, sending him a look that made him quickly through up his hands in defense. "If you wanted to be in the play so bad why didn't you just audition like everyone else?"
"I don't want to be in the play, I just think I'd be better fit for the lead than Leo. Besides, a story about a girl killing herself for a man doesn't sit right with me anyways."
Cutting my eyes at him, I returned my eyes back to the stage. I hadn't even notice the pad of my fingers had somehow found their way to my lips again as I stared off into the distance. It's like I couldn't keep myself from touching them, my mind unable to comprehend that Asher kissed me earlier today. I try to push the thought in the back in my mind, but it keeps creeping up on me like a gnat in my ear. The kiss didn't feel like fireworks or explosions or like the sun was burning in my soul. But it did feel calm, and safe, and right. The world was spinning around me and it suddenly fell into place. And I think that's so much better.
It's sad to say, but I don't think I've had a kiss like that in a long time. It was only quick peck on the lips, but the feeling of comfort it brought made it seem like so much more.
God, I hate Asher.
Ever since he stumbled back into Stratford with his nonchalant gaze and addicting nicotine lips, he's been driving me nothing but crazy. I don't think anyone has ever had my mind this conflicted; confused.
I don't like him, I really don't. It's just that the sex is amazing and he has a way with his words that makes me forget about everything — forget about my worries, forget about our past, and forget about my relationship with Imani. The poor girl has become nothing more of a absent thought at this point. We barely even talk even more, and it's craztbthat she's still managing to stick around. Most people wouldn't hesitate to shoot someone a quick text chewing them apart but Imani was different. She sent me good morning texts when I'd wake up for school and goodnight text when I'd get out the shower preparing for bed. It seems no matter how I ignore her she just won't go away.
