I'm trying not to think about Chase, and landing the leading role as Snow White in Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs in the school play at Mission Creek High is the perfect way to take my mind off of him, and also a great way to take a break from all the 'fighting evil,' and 'stopping bad guy,' stuff. I pace back and forth backstage. I'm anxious to find out who got the role of Prince Charming. I really, really, really, really, really, really don't want it to be Chase. Yes, of course I love him, but kissing him after our break-up, or break from each other, would be extremely awkward.

  Eh! I doubt he even tried out. He has stage fright. Plus, even if he did try out, there's no guarantee that he got the part, so hopefully I have nothing to worry about. "Prince Charming," the director calls. "Where is our Prince Charming?" "Right here," says a familiar voice. My heart jumps into my throat. I turn around and see the one and only Chase Davenport walking up to the director. "Chase," I exclaim. He quickly turns his head and sees me. "Lyrica," he cries. I walk up closer to him. "You're Prince Charming," I ask, rather loudly. He doesn't answer. He just asks, loudly, "You're Snow White!?"

  There is no time for us to settle the situation because the director starts counting down: "And we're on in three. Two. One. Action!" "Wait," Chase and I cry in unison. We are completely ignored. The play actually goes pretty well, until we get to the part where Prince Charming sees Snow White sleeping in the coffin. I do my best to stay calm as Chase reads his lines, "Can at least kiss her goodbye?" I start to sweat a little as the 'dwarves,' give Prince Charming permission to kiss Snow White. Or rather, as they give Chase permission to kiss me. I peek at Chase a little, making sure that no one notices when I do. He looks like he wants to do it, but is afraid to. I close my eyes completely and brace myself. I feel Chase's lips on mine, gentle and soft. I have to admit, I am enjoying it.

  He pulls away and my eyes flutter slowly open. Our faces are so close together. There is dead silence. Suddenly, the audience starts clapping and cheering and hooting, but Chase and I don't look away from each other as the curtain closes. I have to pretend that nothing happened in order to finish the play. After it ends, I immediately run straight out of the auditorium, trying to keep from yelling or crying. "Lyrica, wait," Chase cries from behind me. I ignore him and keep running, but he catches up to me, grabs me by the shoulders, and looks deep into my eyes. "We have to talk about the kiss," he says. "It was acting," I say, through clenched teeth. He raises his voice, "It wasn't acting for me!" My heart flutters in my chest. I'm happy, but at the same time, I'm confused and angry. I escape from his grasp and run out of the school without saying another word. Once I'm far enough away from Chase, I cry my heart out.