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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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I groaned as she caught it, ripping out another piece and repeating the processes, this time skipping the writing and just throwing it instantly.

Once again, I caught and crushed it in the palm of my hand without missing a beat. The crumpled sheet joined its brother in the trash can, where Mercutio belonged, in a matter of a few seconds, leaving me unscathed from the ‘assault.’

Smirking I grabbed two pieces of paper, considering this somewhat of a game now. I repeated the process. Rip, crumple, throw.

And eventually, the more Mercutio bombarded me with crumpled papers, the less I reacted, until I was just siting perfectly still while the destroyed worksheets bounced off of me.

I couldn’t even stifle my laughter, recording a short video of about five pieces of paper hitting Marina. “Romeo’s gonna find this hysterical.” I snickered.

His snicker drew my attention on accident, causing my head to turn in his direction. But my eyes landed on the phone in his hand, the phone with the camera aimed at me, and I froze.

I looked up at Marina making eye contact, freezing incevI realized I’d been caught. I promptly snatched my bag off the floor and made a break for the door, the phone clutched tightly in my hand.

“No!”

I intercepted him halfway there, wrapping one hand around his wrist and yanking him sharply off balance. Then, delivering a knee to his stomach, I snatched his phone up and farted away.

*darted!!!

😂))

I groaned, hitting the floor with a loud crash. But I didn’t have time to access damages, rolling onto my side and springing to my feet. I bolted after her and tackled her to the ground, trying to wrestle my phone out of her hands.

I let out a yelp of surprise, pain exploding at the back of my head the moment it hit the ground. Instantly. And suddenly, I was shaking again, internally pleading him to get off of me as I clutched the decide to my chest.

“Christ, didn’t mean to use that much force.” I muttered, very gently lifting up the back of her head to make sure there wasn’t any blood. Seeing it wasn’t that severe I let out a sigh of relief. “Please stop shaking, I’m not a monster, okay? Just want my phone back. A lot of shit on there could get me in trouble.”

(Sorry for all my typos)

“Get—Get off of me,” I breathed, voice trembling. Fear made my limbs lock up, rendering me paralyzed as wave after wave of panic crushed down on me. “I-I’ll give it to you—just please for the love of god get off—“

Desperation clawed at my throat, my throat constricting until I couldn’t breath.

(Don’t worry about it!)

“Okay! Okay!” I scrambled to get off Marina as fast as possible. “Fuck. Just… just put of phone on the ground. I have a water bottle in my bag, it’s not even opened.” I fished it out, the plastic crinkling as I rolled it across the floor, afraid of scaring her again.

I scrambled away from him and got to my feet, one fist pressed against my mouth, You’re safe, I told myself firmly, but that didn’t stop me from trembling all over, forgetting everything else.

(I think I’m going to head to bed now, sorry!)

(I should head to bed too anyways! Goodnight Topaz!)

I stayed on the floor, unbelievably confused. Why me? Why me? Why me? I didn’t have an answer to my own question. “Marina…” This might’ve been the first time I ever called her by her name. “You need to even out your breathing to calm down.” I instructed softly.

(G’morning!)

I wanted to snap, to growl, but I couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t scrub my mind clear of the memories, the images. All I could feel were hands on my body, reaching, pulling me down.

“Don’t—Don’t act like you care,” I told Mercutio bitterly, pushing my free hand into my hair.

“I don’t. I told you that already.” I snapped defensively. “Stop complaining and even out your breathing.”

(Alright, have fun!)

I swallowed thickly, gripping his phone tightly. But eventually, I caved in, did as he instructed, and after a few minutes, I had calmed considerably.

“You good?” I leaned against a desk nonchalantly, trying to keep up my cold persona. “This never happened by the way.”

“It definitely did not,” I affirmed, slightly shaky. Realizing that I still had his phone in one hand, I slipped it into my back pocket. “But for all I know, you’re going to tell people about my moment of weakness. So, I’m keeping your phone for a little while.”

“Hell no.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’ll tell if you take my phone.” I threatened, my fists clenching anxiously.

“No you won’t, because I have your phone.” I pointed out, steadily regaining my confidence. “You can blackmail me, it’s only fair that I can do the same.”

“That’s my phone! I need that! I don’t give a shit about your issues. I tackled you for my phone. I want it back.” I took a step towards her, unsure how to approach this situation.

My answer was blunt, harsh, and straightforward. "No."

“I’ll tackle you again.” I growled, closing the space between us. “Give. Me. My. Phone.”

"Don't you dare," I spat with vehemence, putting a desk between us. "Tackle me, and your precious phone gets broken in my back pocket."

“Marina.” I leaned over the desk, keeping my voice level. “I need my phone. And I will not hesitate to start a fight to get it back.”

"And I won't hesitate to punch you until your nose breaks." Determination dominating my features, I began to back away slowly, never taking my eyes off him as I made for the door.