Romeo & Juliett: A Forbidden Love Story

Romeo & Juliett: A Forbidden Love Story: Ch. 11 - Edited.

Juliett's POV:

The next morning, instead of hiding from Randy again, I searched desperately for him. I wanted to talk to him and thank him for what he'd done yesterday. He had once again defended me against Romeo just like he had done back in the old days. Well, at least in those days he didn't hate me.

'God, what I am thinking?' I stopped then. 'If I try to talk to him or even simply thank him for yesterday, I'll just be making things worse.'

I mean, it was obvious that the more I tried to venture out and be nice with Randy, the angrier he got. So, it was just best for me to do as he said and stay as far away as possible for him. With that thought going sadly throughout my head, I made my way into the school.

I've been doing pretty good at my new school. The teachers were pretty fair and most of my classmates were awfully friendly; everything was going good. Well, almost everything. There were these three girls at school, all with the same name - Katelyn - that really didn't like me and that too for only one reason. The fact that I sat, talked and lived with Romeo was totally unnerving to them.

Today when I was carrying my binder over to my usual table during lunch, Katelyn C. purposely tripped me, causing my papers to slip out and sending my binder across the slippery floor. The other two Katelyns laughed and strutted away. I sighed and groaned inwardly, before dropping down onto my knees and begin picking up my scattered notes and worksheets before anyone else could step on them; I already had one or two muddy footprints placed on my math and Spanish homework.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, but didn't look up until they stopped directly in front of me. I placed my papers on my knees and glanced up through my eyelashes then. Randy stood in front of me with an emotionless face. I wondered what he could've possibly wanted and then realized I had dropped down right in front of his table.

But, I didn't care. I wasn't moving until I had all my papers in order and placed properly back in my binder; he'd have to wait.

I moved my gaze back down and continued moving my fingers around my papers, trying to smooth out the wrinkles and folds. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my shoulders and pick me off the ground. I assumed the worst and figured that if I wasn't moving and Randy couldn't get around me, he was going to go with picking me up and tossing me to the side.

I stared up at him with scared, wide eyes, but he just ignored them and suddenly pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Juliett!" Randy said, as he squeezed me tight against him.

I was too confused to react and hug him back. It wasn't until I felt something wet drop into my arm and I realized it was tears, that I got my senses back. Randy was crying.

'Why?' I wondered. 'What did I do this time?'

I pulled back from his death like grip - with some difficulty, I might add - and looked up at him. Randy's eyes were shiny and they made my heart hurt.

"Why?" I asked him.

"I-I hurt you," he stammered. "I yelled at you. Made you cry. I'm so sorry. And worst of all - I failed to recognize you. You were my best friend ever and I didn't even recognize who you were!"

That was all I needed to hear before I wrapped my own arms around Randy's chest and placed my head across it.

"It's alright, Ran," I smiled. "I forgive you."

After we parted, I noticed that almost all the people in the cafeteria were staring at us. It didn't take long for Randy to scare them away though. Randy took me over to his lunch table and took a seat, allowing me to take one across from him. We sat there in silence for a while.

"Randy, why are you suddenly like this?" I finally found the courage to ask. Randy didn't answer and just sighed deeply, looking everywhere but at him. I put a hand on his feverishly warm one and pleaded, "Please, just talk to me, like we used to do when we were younger. You always told me everything, don't you remember?"

Randy's face softened and I knew I was getting close to breaking him down. Randy turned my hand over and began stroking it with the back of his thumb. But, he pulled away just as soon as he caught one guy gaping at us. Before I had the chance to say anything else, Riley and Romeo swept over to us and took a seat on either side of me.

"Whoa, who said you could sit here?" Randy's anger came rushing back.

"No one." Riley answered simply.

"We're just here to do our civil duty by protecting Princess Juliett from the Temper Monster."

"He is not a monster!" I defended Randy immediately. "And I thought I told you not to call me Princess!"

"Whatever, Princess, it's not gonna change the fact that what you're doing is utterly stupid." he muttered.

I huffed, but said nothing more. Randy was back in his foul mood and I hadn't even gotten the chance to figure out the reason behind it. I could tell that he was in a much better mood than he was before though and I couldn't help thinking that it was mostly because of me.

After school was over and we were going back home and I was back on the bus, the old man from before appeared again. I was standing behind Randy's seat and couldn't help a wince from coming out. Randy noticed and turned his head towards mine.

"You wanna sit down?" he asked me.

"No thanks," I told him. "I don't want to take your seat again."

"Then I have a better idea."

"What?"

Without another word, Randy wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. I gasped slightly at first, but then smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Comfortable?" he asked me.

"Very." I grinned.

I looked back over the old guy, he was scowling, but one look from Randy and he was off, barreling towards the back of the bus. I rested my head against Randy's shoulder and left it there for the rest of the ride home.

When we reached home, without even a simple goodbye or a look back, Randy stalked off to his room. I noticed Riley and Romeo talking about him while they watched TV, but whenever I tried to venture out a question, they would either ignore me or when I got too persistent give me the same old answer: "Don't worry about it."

I got tired of that stupid reply, but didn't say anything of it. In the back of my mind though I promised myself I was going to find out just what was up and what the deal was with Randy and why everyone treated him the way that they did. I deserved to know, I mean if I was going to be living here with these people everyday, I think deserved at least that much.

If they weren't going to tell me themselves, then I could always find out for myself. And I wasn't going to rest till I did.