Romeo and Juliet. Seriously? That‘s the play you’re going to perform at the Summer Festival? You exchange a quick look with the people around you - all in your age, in the same theatre class. And why do you have to be the Juliet and he has to be Romeo? Where the hell is he anyway? Ah. There he is. Flirting with the girl that’s going to play Rosaline, like he was born for his part. You know there’s no other man more perfect for the role of Romeo than James Harris, the most wanted, probably hottest guy in school. But why you, then? Why did you get chosen as the other lead role? You didn’t ask for this. You don’t even have real acting experience, because you often just help preparing the stage and costumes. Also, you have serious stage fright. But the teacher doesn’t want to hear anything about that. “You have the script. Go learn with Harris. He’s born for the stage. Our original Juliet just got sick - ate some bad food - You’ll be brilliant.” Those were his words. More or less. You don’t want to! James’s.. stupid. Not literally. But personally. “Hey!” You hear a whistle and turn around - James has left poor Rosaline behind and is now walking towards you, a smirk on his lips. Seriously, he’s always grinning like he knows something you don’t. “Morning, kitten, so you’ll be the death of me?” You narrow your eyes a little. Kitten. Where did that come from. When you slowly nod, still glaring at him, he grins and leans down so you’re eye-to-eye, his amber eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good thing you’re tiny. You’re supposed to play a thirteen year old girl, have fun with that.”