drama was awkward, especially when we had to rehearse one of the kissing scenes.

jimmy hesitantly took my hand as directed by the script, and I looked away as jimmy recited, "if I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

I cringed at his half-assed acting. "good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much," I said, "which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss."

"have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." I flashed jimmy a mean smile.

"o then, dear saint," his voice quivered slightly as he spoke, "let lips do what hands do. they pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

"saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake."

"then move not while my prayer’s effect I take." As rehearsed several times before, jimmy lifted his hand to rest on my cheek, though it didn't make it there before I was swatting him away.

"woah, woah, woah," mr. harding stood up, waving his hands around. "Scott, you're not supposed to bat his hand away."

I let out a sigh. "I don't feel comfortable kissing jimmy," I said. "I have a boyfriend, first of all, and jimmy's just..." I spared Jimmy a disgusted glance before looking back at mr. harding. "frankly, he's just not a good kisser." it wasn't the greatest insult of all time, but it would do.

mr. harding sighed. "well, there's nothing we can do about this now," he said. "it's been too long since we last rehearsed this scene."

"can't Zach and jimmy switch roles?" I asked. "Zach has all of romeo's lines memor-"

"hold on," jimmy interrupted, "I get that you're all pissy and shit, but I am not switching roles. do you know how long it's taken me to remember all of these lines?"

I glared at Jimmy. "was I talking to you?"

"You were talking about me."

"well, I didn't ask for your opinion, thank you very much."

"and I didn't ask for your attitude, princess," jimmy said, and my stomach dropped as nervousness took its place.

I let out a sarcastic laugh. "princess?" I echoed. "are you kidding me?"

jimmy shook his head, waving his hands about. "no, no, that's not what I me-"

"no, I know what you meant," I said, and sighed. "I quit." I jumped off the stage and grabbed my belongings. "have fun finding another juliet!" I shouted as I walked out of the theatre.

he made me so fucking angry.