rachel wasn't like anyone you've met before. despite her drug addiction habits, she was a wonderful girl, that much is obvious. you felt lucky to be in the theatre club of blackwell with her.

you felt even more lucky when for the academy's play the blonde was picked as romeo and you as juliet, now that was something terrifyingly exciting.

as you're both on stage, rehearsing and trying out, rachel repeats her lines in a taunting way. as if she's enjoying it too much.

"love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks." she recites, looking into your eyes instead of the sheet, a playful glint in them.