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My bestfriend is a jerk

Chapter 21

[Matt’s POV]

The week was excruciatingly slow.

 Thank God it was Friday.

Sick and tired of everything.

I sigh as I shove my books into my locker and take out my English notes.

Was I really doing the right thing?

I walk to my lesson and take my seat next to...her she’s already here and she doesn’t even pay attention to my existence.

Too bad I can’t ignore her.

The bell rang and on cue Mr Jane turned to the class.

“Alright Class” Mr Jane announced “Today we are doing partner work”

Fucking kill me now.

[Rosalie’s POV]

I felt my heart race off in speeds that couldn’t be recorded.

“As you guys know, I like to select two people randomly off the register and pair you together”

I smiled on the inside; false alarm

“But today I just want to get straight to it” he began walking down the aisle “Your seating plan is already assigned by me, so I want you guys to work with the person sitting next to you”

The false alarm was not a false alarm!!

“Your task is going to be role play” Mr Jane babbled on completely oblivious to the girl that was mentally exploding.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye-

[Matt’s POV]

Oh crap she caught me staring.

We quickly looked away from each other.

Catching another quick glimpse, her face was crimson red.

How was this going to work?

“The text we are reading is quite difficult and I really want you to get a feel for what you are reading. Really understand it guys. You are going to act out one of the most famous scenes in the world”

My stomach clenched in anticipation but not the good kind.

“The balcony scene”

Some people – well girls squealed, some people groaned and some people were just neutral. I on the other hand was looking for a way to quickly kill myself.

“You have from now, up till next lesson which is on Wednesday and you’ll be showing off your role plays to the class”

Great. Great.

“You will be graded on this and I expect no scripts. This way I’ll know you’ve spent time together”

The class groaned

“Any problems?” He lifted a brow

No one said anything.

“Good” he smiled

“Now for this period I’ll be sending half of you guys off in pairs to different free rooms, to have what’s left of this hour and for our last period I’ll be sending the other half”

“Questions?”

“Again silence alright lets go”

My heart continued its rapid beat as Mr Jane sent us off table by table

“Claire and Robert, Room EN2”

“Samantha and Eric, Room DR3”

“Helen and Max, Room HU2”

Mr Jane pointed his stubby finger at us “Rosalie and Matt, you guys are lucky you get DS1”

[Matt’s POV]

Never thought I’d see the day where I felt awkward with Rosalie.

My only friend.

Well was.

She walked a distance behind me I believe as we walked to DS1

As we approached the door, I opened it and walked it she followed behind.

DS1 stood for Dance Studio, 1 out of 4 in our school and this was the biggest one out of them all.

The floors were brightly polished and the room was huge, with mirrors everywhere.

I was grateful; better this room than a small one.

I turned around to face her. She stood there awkwardly with her Romeo and Juliet book in her hand, her eyes were cast downwards. She really didn’t know what to do with herself.

I took this time to take in everything about her today. She was wearing a flowy grey dress that stopped at mid thigh, showing off her legs and her hair was in a side braid today. She looked cute.

[Rosalie’s POV]

We spent most of the time silent, pretending to be reading our scripts

Being in a silence like this wasn’t good. Brought up bad memories.

“Erm ready?” he croaked

Especially if you’re all alone with the person that caused all of them.

A person that supposed to be your ‘best friend’ know you better than anyone else.

Supposedly is always on your side, no matter what.

I closed my eyes tightly, ignoring him calling my name. 

This prick didn’t even ask for my side of the story. And here he is so calm as if I was fluff on his shoulder that he just brushed off.

I felt hot tears slide down my sealed eyes.

“Rosalie?” he whispered. I felt his hand softly touch my forearm.

He shouldn’t have fucking done that

“No!” I shrieked as my hand connected bitterly with his face. His head flew completely in the opposite direction.

He swivelled back quickly mouth opened. My rage didn’t cease.

I slapped him again harder, making him groan.

I took a step back breathing heavily

“That baby” I heaved, crying hard “ISN’T FUCKING YOURS YOU ASS WHOLE”

His face was a picture; his eyes were nearly out of his sockets. He opened his mouth but I don’t know if it was in shock or he wanted to say something. Truthfully I didn’t give him enough time.

I swung my hand for the third time, harder than the second, connecting so hard you could hear it echo loudly in the perfectly acoustic room.

“JERK”

Who knows what happened after?

Maybe I marched out of that room, or ran I really can’t remember what happened but I did it. But I finally told him.

My heart felt lighter but then heavy again.

Maybe because it knew a whole load of shit was coming this way.