Hate vs. Love ✓ [Original Version]

Chapter 30 I Just Quit The Play

Chapter 30: I Just Quit The Play

"Hey, Sandy, did you know that you're supposed to kiss Julian when he proposes you?" Jenna said from the auditorium seats. Next to her, Lucas had his script raised to his face, as if he was busy looking over his dialogue.

Julian and I had just finished rehearsing our scene and were ready to leave. I stared at Jenna for a second before flipping through my script. Surely, she was only joking. But then again, she could have been right as seeing she was my understudy and had to memorize everything.

Once I got to the proposal scene, I felt the blood drain from my face. I looked up to find Julian, but he seemed to have vanished. Ms. Spruance was hiding behind her notebook.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I said as I walked over to my teacher.

"Hi Sandy," she said with a small grin.

"I am not kissing anybody," I told her as I slammed the script on her desk.

"Sandy, it's just on his cheek," Ms. Spruance said, as if it was nothing.

"No."

"Sandy-"

"No."

"Sandy!" Jenna called again. I looked at her with an annoyed look. "Lucas is supposed to kiss you at the end...on the mouth," she said, pointing to her friend next to her. Lucas still had his script raised to his face.

Ms. Spruance gave Jenna a glare and shushed the girl. Then, she turned to me to explain herself.

"I am not doing this play if there are two kissing scenes," I said quietly.

"How about one?" Ms. Spruance asked, trying to negotiate.

"How about none? Ms. Spruance, this is the eighteenth-century England!" She needed to stop making it seem like a modern tale.

"I'm aware of that, Cassandra. But do understand, the audience loves romance!" I flinched at her use of words and took a step back.

"In that case, I hope your play works out well. Unfortunately, I am not capable of performing Elizabeth Bennet's character," I said, shaking my head.

As I turned to leave, Ms. Spruance said, "Sandy, don't do this. You are a good performer. If you want, you don't have to kiss Julian."

"That still leaves the part with Lucas." When my teacher didn't say anything, I said, "I would rather not do something that I'm not comfortable or happy with. Thanks for this opportunity, but I...can't be in this play."

With that said, I walked out of there, pissed off.

What a waste of my time.

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"Aw, what's wrong, dear?" Gramma asked when she saw my pissed off look. I sat in the living room, trying to watch "Spiderman 3," but Gramma just disturbed me.

"I am trying to watch a movie, Gramma. We can chit-chat later," I said, waving her off.

"No, you're trying to distract yourself. I know about this habit of yours," grinned my grandmother, knowlingly. "What's wrong? Is it boy trouble?"

I turned to face her with my eyes narrowed. "Why? Why do you have to associate everything with men?"

She patted my arm but pulled back quickly. She knew how much I liked not to be touched. "Honey, most women's troubles are somehow linked to men. But was I right? Does your issue involve boys?"

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Somewhat. I just quit the play."

"What? Why?" She had been so excited when she found out I was taking part in a drama. "Pride & Prejudice" was her absolute favorite classic. Now, disappointment came across her face.