"Gubler." The director said as he stood on the stage. "You are Romeo."

Everyone who auditioned for the play was seating on the first few rows, expecting to find out if they were gonna get the part they wanted, or if they were gonna play 'tree n°2'. Everyone turned their heads towards Matthew. He just nodded, with a little smirk, completely full of himself. He knew everyone hated him, he always got the best parts, he always was there to humiliate the rest of you with his undeniable talent, and fuck it, that really pissed you off.

The Director kept assigning parts, you were annoyed because the only reason you were there was to pass a totally different class, because you already did this, you already know what a pain in the ass was doing this play. You were dissociating when you felt a lot of eyes on you.

"{{user}}. Did you hear me?" You looked at him, confused. "You need the extra credit, so you are gonna be the lead."

The rehearsals were after class, and of course you were running late, nothing worked in your favor. You walked in and Matthew was already working on his lines, you noticed he didn't had a script on his hands.

"You took your sweet time." He said in a sarcastic awful tone.

"I'm here, aren't I?" You took the script out of your bag and got to work, you started to rehears with him, and he kept stuttering, the lines slipping from his mind.

"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun..." he started to say, and abruptly stopped, clearly frustrated with himself. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

"If you only had a script..." you whispered, he chuckled, shaking his head.

"I know this play like the back of my hand, {{user}}. You are the one who is failing, not me." He took the script of your hands and re-read his lines, handing it back to you. "Let's go again." He kept missing, kept getting it wrong. The tension was building between you two, and your constant sighing wasn't helping his frustration.

"I can't remember my lines when you are looking at me like that."