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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Takes more than looking pretty to trip me up, Marina.” I grin at her coyly.

I lowered my voice and ignored the hiccup in my chest, hoping no one had heard him. "So, you admit that I look pretty?"

“It would be dishonest to deny.” I replied simply, leaning back in my chair. “You checked off my list, what did you expect me to say? Being pretty doesn’t give you that much of an advantage anyways.”

I pursed my lips to keep a quiet chuckle from slipping out. "We'll see about that, Mercutio. Just wait."

“Wow, okay. Not even going to say I look pretty? That’s rude.” I fake scoffed, hiding my concerns over whatever she has planned.

I made a show of rolling my eyes, meanwhile praying that my mascara was intact. "I don't want to encourage you."

“I didn’t realise you had a thing for dorks, Marina.” I noted, address my glasses, which I begrudgingly put back on.

"Jus because you look dorky wearing glasses, doesn't mean everyone does," I pointed out, attempting to pull of an air of nonchalance to mask how suddenly on-edge I'd become. I told him everything last night…. what does he think of me? "Other guys manage to look quite hot in them."

“Are you suggesting I’m more dorky than hot now?” I grabbed my phone off the desk, staring at myself in the camera. I looked more like… me than I usually did. More candid, I suppose.

I offered an amused smirk.

"Yeah, I am. 'Dorky' isn't necessarily a bad thing, though. Why do you always gel your hair?"

I rolled my eyes in response, pointing to the messy curls on my head. “Is this not a good enough reason?”

"No," I scoffed, "Why would it be? Do you not like curly hair?"

“Not on me. Trust me, nobody else likes it on me either.” I couldn’t help but to start to mess with my hair again, setting down my phone.

I beg to differ. Naturally, I didn't voice the thought aloud. Instead, I merely shrugged, played nice while the teacher came by to had us a few worksheets, and opened Lord of the Flies on my lap.

I kept my mouth shut, watching Marina about of the corner of my eye as she discreetly read. I scribbled my name down on the paper, more than a little distracted by her presence next to me.

I let my eyes drift over each neatly printed line, but the more I read, the larger my interest grew to be. "This is really good…." I murmured to myself, barely noticing when a few strands of hair slipped from my ponytail and fell across my face. I also failed to realize that I'd turned to that my knee was bumping against Mercutio's….

Fuck. I turned at the feeling of Marina’s knee bumping mine, expecting her to be teasing me. But instead she was completely engrossed in one of my few books. I resisted the urge to move the strands of hair out of her face with a gentle brush, looking away quickly as my cheeks flushed pink. Fuck! No! You can’t lose this early!

Oblivious to all that was going on around me, I slowly pursed my lips, turning each page with a rapidly growing thirst for more. Three pages in, and this author already had me hooked—I was a goner.

I ended up neglecting my worksheet completely. A mix of watching Marina read, completely lost in the book and readin over her shoulder myself ensured.

I scooted my chair closer to the desk in front of me, but because of how distracted the book was making me, I ended up shifting it a lot closer to Mercutio's than initially intended. But I kept reading, barely making the connection between what I was feeling and what was actually happening.

My face grew red as Marina moved so she was practically on top of me. I let myself get lost in reading again, trying to douse the color off my cheeks.

Strangely, it was the sensation of a soft breath fanning across my neck that brought me back to my senses. My head jerked upwards, whipping around to face Mercutio as total mortification flashed briefly over my features. But the moment I'd moved far back enough to take note of how red his face was, a smug grin overtook my lips. "Did I win so soon?"

“Oh fuck off, you wish, Pazza.” I hissed back, turning my head away. “It’s not my fault it’s way too hot in here.” He complained, trying to calm himself.

I arched an eyebrow, barely withholding my laughter. "Look at me, Mercutio, and stop bullshitting your way out of such a quick loss."

“I’m not bullshitting! I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I argued back defiantly. “I don’t like you or anyone enough to fluster me.”

"Keep your voice down, idiot," I muttered, despite the fact that no one seemed to be paying us any attention. "And your blush begs to differ."

“It’s just hot in here.” I repeated, resting my head on the desk.

"You're a liar," I told him bluntly, bumping our knees together a second time to gage his reaction.

I felt my face blossom into a darker red as soon as her leg bumped into mine again. Hell, I knew she was doing it too tease me too. But I don’t know, I thought I had stronger willpower than this!

"Your blush just darkened," I pointed out, making sure to keep my voice lowered. "Don't lie to me, Mercutio."