𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫, chloe price.

iii. - in the drama classroom

CHAPTER THREE
IN THE DRAMA CLASSROOM

Angelina used to think the weirdest place she could run into Chloe Price and Heather Wimberley was at a concert being held in a run-down mill. The thought that seeing them in the very clubroom she frequented every day would be even weirder never crossed her mind. Not until that morning. Now, why were they there? All Angelina knew was that it had something to do with her best friend. All that blabbering about how she had the 'best idea ever' was starting to make some sense now.

Angelina stayed seated in the black school chairs they had set off to the side. Playing with the strands of her hair as she kept her focus on Hayden and Dana, watching the two of them go over their lines. She'd heard them countless times before. But it was either that or stare straight into the confused face of Chloe Price. Just how often would she be seeing this girl?

"I do beseech you, chiefly that I might set in my prayers: what is your name?" Hayden recited. "Miranda... Oh, my father! I have broken your hest to say so!" Dana repeated after. Mr. Keaton gave an approving nod, his eyes glancing downwards at the script attached to his clipboard. "Admired Miranda! Indeed worth what's dearest in the world! Many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time hath listened- many a time the harmony of their tongues- hath I listened to-" It was almost painful to hear how Hayden stammered and stuttered out that last line.

"Hayden! You're killing me! You've had weeks to be off book!" Mr. Keaton sighed. His forehead scrunched up, it made his wrinkles even more visible. "Sorry, Mr. Keaton." Hayden grimaced, dropping his head to his hand. "No, don't apologize to me. Apologize to your scene partner, who's been very accommodating, and to your other fellow actors, and most of all, to yourself..." Mr. Keaton told him. It was clear why he was the drama teacher. He sure had a thing for being dramatic himself.

"Mr. Keaton." Rachel spoke up, taking a few more steps into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but does this look good? Ange and I are practically the same size." She did a quick spin around to show off the full outfit. Heather nudged her elbow into Chloe's ribcage, whispering something into her ear with a smirk. Angeline saw it out of the corner of her eye. Chloe's face went a soft shade of pink before she scowled at her friend and nudged her back. It was clear she was checking Rachel out. Angelina couldn't blame her either. It still didn't stop her from letting out a quiet huff and sinking down into her seat. 'It's my costume. Why should Chloe even care how Rachel looks in it when I'm gonna be the one wearing it.' Angelina could hide her thoughts but she couldn't hide the pout on her face.

"Mr. Keaton, I'm still having trouble with, 'My affections are then most humble, I have no ambition to see a goodlier man' I mean... does she really mean that?" Dana asked. She was great at getting into her characters but this line has had her stumped for weeks. That confusion had eventually become contagious and latched onto every club member. "Especially because I just straight out told her I've been banging all the ladies." Hayden added.

Rachel let out a quiet sighed. One of her hands rested on her hip. "Yeah, that is hard. We've talked abut that line forever. We need a fresh perspective." Angelina's hand shot straight up into the air, Rachel took the liberty of lowering it. "We already know what you think, Ange. I was thinking a littler newer."

Walking back towards the doorway Rachel swung her arm around Chloe's body. Stopping the girl before she could even think of running off. Her other hand held Heather's wrist, dragging her alongside the two of them. "The question is: are Miranda's feelings of instant passion for Ferdinand just inexperience and dramatic circumstances or... has she actually just met the love of her life? What do you think?" Rachel asked.