In the midst of a world wide pandemic, three best friends decide that they'll break the quarantine just once because they missed one another. After all, nothing bad could happen in just one night? All they wanted to do was hang out, maybe binge a sh...
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Briella sat in front of the school at one of the benches with Zelda, Stiles, and Scott. She kept tapping her foot on the ground while going over her flashcards.
"Why are you so nervous?"
Her eyes moved over to look at Stiles, "What?"
"Uh... You're kind of vibrating..." Zelda laughs and puts her hand on Briella's knee but the girl continues to tap, "Which is a sign of nerves."
"Briella, you're going to be okay." Scott releases a chuckle when her eyes shoot over at him.
"Calm?" Briella repeats and lets out a nervous laugh, "How well do you know our fellow peers? Have you seen how they get when someone is nerdy? I'm literally about to stand in front of a class in like-" She checked the time on her phone, "Twenty minutes and talk about Top Girls. And now every piece of information I know about that play has left my brain because I don't like standing in front of crowds. I really don't."
Zelda only stared over at her, "Didn't you say you wanted to be a teacher before?"
Stiles snorts, "How could an aspiring teacher not stand in front of a class?"
"Would you two shut up?" Briella mumbles while looking back down at her flashcards before letting out another long groan. She pressed her forehead on the table and turned it so she was staring off at the field.
Scott only patted her back, "I'm sure you'll do just fine. You at least know the author right?"
"Playwright." Briella corrects while closing her eyes, "Playwrights write plays. And yes, the playwright is Caryl Churchill."
"How are you nervous when you just corrected us on something?"
"I don't know." Briella groaned with her eyes tightly squeezing shut.
"Then I guess you'll do fine."
Briella pulled her head off the table and looked at them, "Is that your subtle way of saying that I'm going to fail this assignment?"
"Oh, my God!" Stiles released a groan at her worried state, "Give me those-" He snagged her cards from her, "You wrote all of this?"
"Yeah."
Stiles scratched the back of his head, "This is why I don't like English."
"It's for the theatre class." Briella tells him, "Not for Ms. Blake."
Stiles pursed his lips and stared at her, "Tell me why Briella reminds me of Ms. Blake?"
"I mean..." Scott mumbles as he looks at Briella now, "Literature nerd and gets a little nervous in crowds."
"Also has this mom-teacher voice she does."
Briella snagged her cards back from Stiles, "Did I mention you three suck? I should go find Ronald, he would totally be nicer to me."
