Killing For Love

Chapter 48

Megan POV

I pace around backstage, feeling extremely nervous.

Today is the day where we do our play skit thing.

My group is about to go, and that makes all my anxiety spike dramatically.

Someone suddenly paces up behind me, and wraps his arms around my stomach.

"You'll do great, Megan. Don't worry." Dean whispers in my ear, then kisses me on the cheek.

"You remember all your lines, right?" I ask, giving him a worried look.

Dean sighs in exasperation, they says. "Yes Megan, I remember my lines. We've been memorizing them all week, remember?"

"Yeah I know, I just really don't want any of us to mess up. I mean, I trust you to take this seriously, but Jason? I don't know anything about him." I say, looking across backstage to see the playboy reading off his script for last minute preparations.

"Well, if he doesn't remember his lines, I'll slit his throat to make him shut up." Dean says, and I can sense him grinning at me.

I'm pretty sure that was a joke, but I do think Dean will attempt to kill Jason the first chance he gets.

Before I can respond, the lights in the main room dim, and the stage lights turn on. That's our queue to start the play.

I take a deep breath and move away from Dean. I walk off backstage and appear on the main stage.

"The first day of high school is always the most intimidating." I say loudly, so my voice carries all the way to the back of the class.

I walk towards a set of prop lockers, open one, and pull out a binder.

"I mean, you have to start off completely new. You don't know anyone here. You have to make new friends and you'll make new enemies too."

On queue, Jason saunters on stage and makes his way over to the locker beside mine. He flings it open, and it slams into my locker, which is still open.

I hesitatingly push his door away, so I can get the rest of my stuff.

"Don't touch my locker." Jason snaps, glaring at me.

I know that he's just acting, but he's a damn good actor, much better than I gave him credit for.

"I need to get to my locker too." I say with an edge to my voice.

"Then wait until I'm done." Jason says, still keeping his angry gaze on me.

"I got here first though." I protest, crossing my arms and glaring up at him.

Holy shit he's tall.

With Dean, the top of my head reaches about half way up his neck, but with Jason, I'm only as tall as his collarbone.

We hold our glares at each other for about five seconds, before Jason abruptly turns away, slams his locker door closed, and storms off stage.

I sigh and shake my head, then say. "See? There's always going to be someone that hates you for no reason at all."

I reach up to the top shelf of my locker and grab my pencil case, then walk off stage too.

Immediately, Dean pulls me in for a hug, then says. "You were amazing, although, I still want to chop Jason's head off for treating you like that."