forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Did you have an idea for a plot twist?))

Mercutio’s POV

I skipped first period in favor of sleep, sue me. It’s been a long couple of weeks dealing with Romeo and I needed the morning off. I grabbed a coffee on my way to school, and waltzed into precalc about 20 minutes late. Then, the teacher has the audacity to give me a detention! I don’t deserve this. For all the bullshit I put up with on a daily basis, you’d think I’d be able to have one morning to myself. But no. Of course not. So now I’m stuck in a dusty old classroom during lunch with a depressing slice of pizza I convinced Romeo to buy me from the lunch line.

Marina’s POV

Juliet had been…. unusually happy all morning. And no, not like she’d been before the incidents with Angelo, it was as if she’d softened over night, grown borderline…. sappy. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was in love.

By the time third period PreCalc rolled around, I was generally done with school. To make matters worse, I’d be stuck with Mercutio for the whole class, without Juliet ior any of the boys to stop me from beating him senseless. So, naturally, I skipped. But when I arrived back at the school in time for lunch, I was cornered by my teacher and given fucking detention for skipping. As bad as the punishment was, it was worsened infinitely when I stepped into the classroom and locked eyes with none other than Mercutio.

I kicked my feet up on the desk as Marina walked into the room. “And here I thought I was having a bad day! Nope, now it’s a bad day.” I remarked, taking a bite of my pizza and glaring at Marina.

I glowered at Mercutio, slowly and meticulously raising my middle finger at him before plopping down on top of a desk and opening the bag of food I’d bought while skipping.

“Wow, a gourmet meal for detention.” I antagonized, leaning back in my chair. “It’s surprisingly civil of you. I wasn’t aware you knew how money worked or if you just robbed stores for scraps.”

I snorted, snuffing out my fury before it could spread and feed his growing need to piss me off. “If you’d like, I can toss my apple core to the ground for you to eat up.”

“An apple core? No, no. Okay, I know this is hard for you to understand, but most of us don’t have to eat apple cores. We eat real food.” I held up my slice of pizza. “See? It’s not scary, I promise.”

“I’m Italian, idiot,” I shot back, “I know what pizza looks and tastes like.”

“Oh! You’re Italian!” I drawled sarcastically, feigning shock. “See, I though you were Irish this whole time. My dreaded apologies.”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” I snapped, irritation seeping into my tone. “L-E-A-V-E M-E T-H-E F-U-C-K A-L-O-N-E.”

“Hold on, hold on. Let me grab my notebook. Could you repeat that just a little slower? Kids this days, always in a rush.” Mercutio teased, smirking as he got a rise out of Marina.

“Sure, I’ll repeat it slowly so I can get my simple point across to dumbasses such as you.” I pinned him down with a harsh glare, repeating my earlier message at a lethargic speed that was clearly mocking him.

Mercutio didn’t even have his books with him, but pretended to be writing the whole thing out, patiently acting out every last letter. “Mercutio is a hot piece of ass?” He pretended to read it out, furrowing his brows in thought for extra emphasis. “I agree completely.”

I was ready to shove him off the desk and beat him to a pulp. “You just keep telling yourself that, Mercutio. Eventually, maybe that oversized ego of yours will be satisfied.”

“Okay, so far in my notes I have that Mercutio is a hot piece of ass, and that I should memorize this. Does that mean it’ll be on the next exam?” I kept up the act without faltering.

This time, I elected to ignore him completely and pull a huge chocolate chip cookie from my paper bag. Kill me now…

“How delightfully selfish of you.” I commented, finishing off my pizza.

I pointedly sidestepped the question by taking a large bite of the huge dessert, strands of dirty blonde hair falling in front of my face. My legs began to swing a little, releasing a small part of my pent-up energy.

“So what brings you here anyways? Fate? Destiny? The undeniable urge to make my day worse with your existence?”

I sighed slowly through my nose, making my exasperation clear. “The desire to skip PreCalc so I don’t punch the living daylights out of you in the middle of class.”

“Hey, I’m here for skipping first period! Look at us, syncing. Everyone loves a copycat.” I was throughly amused by this conversation. Annoying Marina was a lot more fun then I remembered it being.

Once again, I completely ignored his statement, nearly polishing off my cookie and reaching into my bag for a second.

“Sharing is caring, you know.” I taunted, eyeing the clock to see when I could leave.

“But I don’t care about you,” I said, voice dripping with false sweetness.
(G’morning)

(Morning! How’re you today?)

“You must. Come on! You even went and got detention just to spend a little time with me.” I gave her the same tone right back.

(Tired lol
Not sleeping until 5:30 was a mistake
You?)

“In your dreams,” I snorted, looking away again.

I’m sorry! Try and get some sleep tonight if you can. I’m doing okay, but I also just woke up.))

“You’re not in mine, but I’m in yours.” I winked for extra effect.

(Oof
Ah, I see
Hope your day goes well)

“Yeah, my dreams of shooting you trough the head,” I fired (no pun intended) back, polishing off the last of my cookie.