Bag hanging loosely over my right shoulder and a bunch of scripts in my hands, I was walking, lost in my thoughts, making my way towards the club.

Lifting my head and looking around, seems like a nice day to me today. Wind has a blissful calmness to it and the kids loitering around added to the cheerful atmosphere of the day.

"Hey, Hannah. Stop!" I turned around and saw our academic head girl approaching me.

"I was looking for you." Samantha approached me, looking all her usual serious self. And for a while I just stood at my place still, waiting for what she has to say.

"Well, Miss Johnson is asking for the CD." This girl is always so to the point and no shit. No greetings and nothing.

When she talks, it means business. And it is so damn unnerving to me.

"What kind of CD?" I ask her, not quite relating to which CD she is asking for.

"CD with the dancing track on it. The one you edited along with James the previous week. You have it, right?" She had this skeptical look on her face, which I am sure was a replica of my own.

Which on hand made me really think again deeply on about what CD she is talking about.

"Oh that one! I have it. Sorry I forgot about it. Wait a minute, it must be in my bag." She actually waited for me patiently, while I took all the time in the world for opening my bag and searching around through the items and finally finding the damn CD in between my notebook. Why do I have to take the responsibility of keeping all the important things to myself?

"Well, here you go."I passed her the CD and walked along with her, making our way towards the drama club together, in silence. Yup silence. She doesn't talk much. Or at all...

"So how are you feeling now?" She asked me out of no where and I had to look at her properly to make sure that those words that I heard, actually have come out of her mouth. Is she the one asking me? Yes, I guess so.

"I guess, fine." I tried to smile a bit for my sake and was glad she reciprocated it. That's a record.

"So today is dance practice?" I tried to small talk.

"Yeah. Miss Johnson said David needs all the practice that he can get in this limited time period. Since Michael got his leg injured and bailed on us at the last moment."

"Oh yeah.." Wait a minute. Something is...strange. I side glanced at her and did a double take, surprised by what I was seeing. She kept on talking and I couldn't stop myself from noticing.

This better be a joke.

The way she kept on talking about David, and the kind of look she had, the change that occurred in the octave of her speech, made me do a third take on her face and what I saw there, was something I was so use to watching on my best friend's face. A best friend, who at present seems to be angry with me.

Oh no!!!

That same dreamy look, that exactly same expression, that same goofy smile permanently stick to her sides...and this time it's for David.

This can't be happening...

"Pro. He is so professional, Hannah. The way he says his dialogues...so clear, so fluent. And I am sure he will be as amazing as he is in acting, with his dancing skills too. I am so excited for the dancing rehearsals today."

"Ofcourse...you are."

Who is this girl? I swear I will prefer her serious type over this goofy type anytime.

And not to mention, how much it irritates me to death, to look at her talking about David as if he is some God Greek celebrity.

He is just a plain arrogant pig, who tries to show off his super skills and scare the innocent people around him away.

Either in dark places or more preferable in the open daylight.

Both ways, he is scary.

And good loking..

Ahhh...

"Do you plan to stand here all day long?"

"Huh?"

I looked around to be only met with the devil himself, who is currently looking at me with annoyance clearly written all over his face.

Which is nothing new to me because I have secretly started to like it. Duh...Just kidding.

"No. I think I am quite enjoying myself standing here." For once I tried to be a smartass and stood by my ground.

I was fred up of watching people insult me and especially David. I won't allow him to smart talk to me again. I had enough of his arrogance.

"Really? What are you five years old? Move aside or I will make you." He inched forward trying to intimate me with his height, which was a good four inches taller than me.

But I stood by my ground, even getting more comfortable there by blocking his way by placing my hands on either side, adamant not to let him pass by.

"Make me." I had a confident smirk on my face and a surety that I won't bulge from my place.

And for the first time in my life, I was quite enjoying it. The power to have the upper hand on something, even if it meant blocking someone's way too. Silly, I know.

"Oh sure babe..I will." David came closer, making his way towards me and making very much clear what his advancement will lead to with each and every step he took in my direction, making me gulp down in fear.

Sensing the danger of messing up with him right now, I thought better to get out of his way now and run.

I know him well enough to know that he won't mind creating a scene out of our interaction but I will.

After all of the drama done in the hallway the previous week, I don't want to get into an another one of its repeat. One more detention and my mom will kill me.

"I think Miss Johnson is calling me. I am coming ma'am!" I ran away dodging his attempt to block me this time as a reaction and getting a series of melodious laughter from him on my way. Melodious? Seriously I am losing it.

On reaching Miss Johnson we at once started discussing the schedule for the day. Which true to Samantha's words was all about dance rehearsals and getting everyone know their role the final time.

On Miss Johnson's command Samantha went on to put the CD on play and waited for Miss Johnson to make remarks regarding the sound track and what arrangements she requires accordingly.

Mean while I glanced around to watch for David and was easily met with his piercing grey gaze, looking directly at me from across the room with a stupid smirk on his face. Like mocking me for our encounter a few minutes ago. Damn him!

I bite my bottom lip, trying hard not to smile. We are fools, fooling around. I don't even know him properly.

And what all I know from the sources available makes it very much clear that I should remain as far as possible from this guy.

Because all what he does is cause trouble.

But I don't want to.

I mean I know I should, the fact that he was a criminal and has committed a murder should make me scared enough of him to run miles away from him. But the vibes I get from him is nothing sort of what you might get in the presence of a criminal.

Of course he is mean, rude, arrogant and misbehaves. But time does make a person like that, makes most of the people like that.

Should that make us hate them and despise them? I have given Smith a chance knowing what kind of personality he was before.

And look at him now. I thought probably the same for him what I think about David now, cut the criminal part.

I thought Smith to be a smartass, bad boy Casanova image and all the shit until I really got to meet him, talk to him and things changed.

I was never one to judge others for what they appear to be and what people say about them.

No matter what opinions you make out of them from others, investments should be done in knowing them properly.

Maybe that is the reason I can't bring myself to despise David as much as the other people in this room do. Or the reason is something else?

"Okay everyone! Gather around and listen. I am pairing you up according to your roles and if someone finds it difficult to perform or follow any step, please ask for Samantha's help. She will assist you."

I looked at Samantha, who clearly from the looks from where I was standing had her eyes only for David, which made me angry for no particular reason.

I tried to ignore it and focus on what Miss Johnson was telling us while personally coming to each one of us and assigning our partners, pairing according to our characters and strictly instructing us to not to mess things up.

I looked up at my partner and scowled irritated with the persisting smirk on his face. "Why can't you just stop with that smirking of yours?"

I couldn't help myself but ask. We were swaying around the small space available with the other pairs present close by, taking light steps here and there we tried to match each other.

His left arm was securely grasping my small waist, holding me close to him letting me admire every flick of emotions running through his inexplicable exterior.

"Why you say that?" His right hand gently squeezed my palm making me unconsciously repeat that same action again. I couldn't resist myself from saying what followed it too.

"People might like you better without that stupid smirk of yours." I blushed realizing what I have said and tried to avoid it by averting my eyes from him.

Which he made it easier by twirling me around and twirling me some more and there came a point where I started laughing like a child with all the twirling he was deliberately making me do.

But my laugh came to a halt when he suddenly brought us both to a standstill, making me face him and bringing us incredibly close.

"Will that make you like me?" His question caught me off guard and my smile turned into one of those of surprises. Did he just say what I think he said?

I looked up at him expecting him to joke about it or make a sly remark about how he was trying to mess with me. But what I saw in his eyes was nothing but pure sincerity.

"Amm...I..David..I.." I was in loss of words and I know by the looks that he could see that.

He loosened his grip on me and for a minute I felt like my heart sank down with a disappointment of not getting to feel the warmth of his body anymore.

I was still looking at him and he at me when Miss Johnson called out to get our attention.

"Okay kids, I think this much rehearsal is fine for the play. It's not like we are having a full on dance number on the stage. So this much will do." She looked around and smiled at us.

"Let's move back to rehearsing our dialogues because that's what is more important." All the pairs separated, making the moving of them around the only noise audibly for the following next minute.

I was still looking at David with some sorrow in my heart and a urge to say something, when he called Miss Johnson back, making everyone stop with what they were doing.

He went to her and stood directly in front of her.

"I think I need some more rehearsals ma'am. Since there is such a short time period to get perfection with all the dialogues...I think it will need some more concentration on my part and a peaceful place to rehearse."

I don't know what he was up to this time because his stupid smirk was back on his face making me nervous with all the unknown schemes behind it.

"Oh of course dear. I am so sorry to drag you in all this at the very last minute. I know I haven't said it to you, but it means a lot that you could help us with the play in such a small notice."

She smiled at him and patted his shoulder, making me smile with all the motherly care she was showering on him. Miss Johnson is really the nicest person I have....

My thoughts came to a pause when I think I misheard something.

Did he just say....

"I want to rehearse alone." David spoke and then turn around looking directly at me. "With Hannah."

What! Nooooo

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