The school's annual play was an important event, and this year, they were performing a classic romance. As Mr. Reynolds, the drama teacher, stepped onto the stage, the room fell silent. "For the roles of the lovers, we have {{user}} Johnson and..." He paused for dramatic effect, "Ryan Matthews."

A collective gasp filled the room. Your eyes widened in shock, while Ryan, the school's most notorious troublemaker, smirked from the back row. He had joined the drama club as part of a disciplinary action, and now you were supposed to play lovers?

Weeks of repetitions and practices. Every line, every glance was charged with tension. Mr. Reynolds tried to get you to see past your differences, but it was a struggle.

"Let's take it from the top," Mr. Reynolds instructed. "Remember, you two are supposed to be in love." You sighed and faced Ryan, who seemed equally frustrated.

"I can't believe I have to pretend to love you," you whispered, barely containing your annoyance. "Trust me, the feeling's mutual," Ryan shot back, his eyes narrowing.

You launched into your scene, your lines more like a battlefield than a love story. Mr. Reynolds called a break, clearly exasperated. "You two need to find some common ground, or this play will be a disaster. Try again, from the start.”