Chapters (56)
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
I swivelled around and faced the back of the English class so I could glare at him "I should receive some credit. I suggested that character for you."
"Who did you write about?" He rebutted.
My essay was about my personality being similar to Puck's. I had taken his suggestion of the character, but I did not want to admit that to him, so I lied and gave him the name of a random Shakespeare character.
"Show me your essay then." He said, unconvinced by my fibbing.
"Fine. I did write about Puck." I quickly admitted before defending "I was going to write about him before you even mentioned it."
Stone's lip twitched upwards.
Before I could tell him where he could stick his A graded paper, Mr Dankworth stood up from his desk and silenced the class.
"I am sorry about the late marking." Mr Dankworth apologised "I was too busy reading that I had forgotten to mark your papers but at least you have them now.
"I wish he hadn't marked them." Lana spoke as she looked down at her results "I got a C. Stupid Shakespeare and stupid Dankworth."
I pretended to send her a glare her way "You better not be insulting my soulmate like that."
A deep and aggravated noise came from behind me but there was no paper crushing. That was due to the fact that he had already used up all his notepads with his aggressive origami.
Brennan half coughed and half laughed "Why do you think the old English teacher is your soulmate?"
The whole thing was an inside joke Lana and I had started since we first began Mr Dankworth's class. I definitely did not believe the sixty-year-old happily married gay man was my soulmate. It just gave us a few giggles during class to keep us entertained.
"Why not?" I said while biting my lip to stop myself from laughing "Older men have experience."
"Experience of what?" The deep voice belonging to the giant bit out "The care home?"
Lana felt the need to speak up and explain "Ella does not really think that. We have just had this joke since the start of freshman year."
Mr Dankworth interrupted our conversation by pointing to his PowerPoint "Today we are going to be talking about modern day interpretations of Shakespeare. In movies, shows and books, William Shakespeare's work has inspired many stories. Can anyone name any?"
Brennan then started to quietly sing "You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off of you"
Lana looked mortified as she whispered to me "Did you get him to do this?"
"What are you talking about?" I quietly said back.
"Pulling a Heath Ledger like we talked about that day in the changing room. About him singing on the bleachers." She rambled out with widened eyes "Oh my god. Did you convince him to sing in front of the class?"