I'll Be There For You (Wyatt x Wynter)

Chapter Nine

Zed POV:

I ran over to the list seeing if Addy and I got the part as Martha Cox and Zeke. We did good,  life is good. I turn to Addy and smile. We were in such a great mood. Addy and I ran out of school because my dad was texting me like crazy. I may have forgotten to tell him I was auditioning for the show.

Wynter POV:

I glance at the list. OMG! I got the part as Gabriella! What? Wyatt got the part of Troy. I can't even talk to him. How am I going to put on a whole production pretending we're madly in love? I mean I shouldn't be mad at him. It was his choice to go out with Eliza. I can't wait to start rehearsal. Addison also got the part as Taylor so we're best friends!

"Hey, you scored the lead in the play." Says a voice behind me.

"I turn around to see a short girl with brown to teal hair.

"Yeah, I did." I laugh.

"I've always wanted to do theatre but I've always been too scared to perform in front of an audience." She says, sighing. " I'm Rebeca."

"Nice to meet you, I mean I can't even believe I scored the lead in the whole play." I say.

"I know pretty cool, one time I had a role in a beauty and the beast play. I was an extra but I still messed up my part." Rebeca says. I laugh a little. "Want to sit with me at lunch tomorrow?" She asks. I mean she's so nice and I need a little space from Wyatt so how could I deny.

"Sure, that sounds fun." I agree.

(THE NEXT DAY AKA LUNCH BECAUSE I'M LAZY TO WRITE THE WHOLE DAY)

Wyatt POV:

Why is Wynter giving me the silent treatment? I mean she won't even sit with us at lunch. She's sitting with Rebeca. Rebeca is like those kids who have no friends but talk to everyone. Wynter may be her first actual friend. It may sound like I'm being super rude but I'm not. Everybody thinks this about her. I sigh and start to eat my lunch.

Rebeca POV:

I wait at a lunch table waiting for Wynter. I have one other friend whose name is Dave. He's like my best friend. Wynter comes rushing through the crowd of people.

"Sorry I'm late." She apologizes.

"No worries." I say.

"Hey you must be Wynter, you seem sweet." Dave says.

"Hey, every group has their own table. I have never noticed that. I usually just hang with the cheerleaders, zombies and werewolves." Wynter exclaims.

"The SHOPs are the worst though." I complain. " SHOP stands for Shallow, Hateful, Odd, and Popular." I say.

"They don't know we call them that though." Dave pitches in

Wynter: Woah! Who's at that table there?

Dave: Don't look at them just don't. We call those three the SHOPs there shiny, fake and hard.

Rebeca: They play their little mind games all around the school yard.

Dave: They might make fun of your clothing or make fun of your name.

Rebeca: Like they mocked Jen Morecock until she burst into flames.

Dave: And Ms. Morecock was a teacher.