Feb. 10 at 10:43 pm
Hayden watched as Emma looked over the list, she saw a smile flicker over her face and he knew she got the part. A smile settled over his face at this fact. He watched her look over the list again and a sqeak escaped from her mouth. This confused him... He sat up a little straighter in his seat and waited for the paper to come to him.
Feb. 10 at 10:45 pm
Finally, it got to him.
Emma hid her reddening face in her hands. Hayden, as Romeo. Not that he didn't deserve the part. He was an amazing actor from what she could see. But...It made her feel odd. Odd and vulnerable.
Feb. 11 at 10:18 am
Hayden looked over the paper, scanning for his name. He smiled as he saw that he had gotten the part of Romeo. So that's why Emma sqeeked... He thought to himself and passed the paper on, leaning back in his seat, satisfied.
Feb. 12 at 1:00 pm
Emma tried to pull herself together. She wasn't really surprised he got the part, she was just...disappointed? No, that wasn't the word for it.
She glanced over at Hayden, biting her lip lightly. She felt strange around him now that he knew her secret.
Feb. 12 at 3:32 pm
Hayden looked up and caught Emma's gaze, he sent her a smile. Not the cocky smile he always wore but more like the kind of smile he reserved for his sister, a genuine smile.
Feb. 12 at 5:28 pm
Emma blinked back at him. She was vulnerable. He could tell her secret. He had something to hold over her head. But...he...he smiled.
A genuine smile.
She blinked at him, slightly startled.
Feb. 12 at 6:41 pm
Hayden ran his hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes before he looked to the teacher as the sheet was passed back to her at the front.
Feb. 12 at 6:44 pm
The teacher started to answer questions about the parts and about the play.
Emma sat quietly rather than asking questions.
Feb. 12 at 6:58 pm
Hayden leaned back in his seat and listened to the others speak, finding no need to ask questions and no questions he needed to ask.
Feb. 12 at 7:02 pm
The rest of the class period was spent asking questions and going over the logistics.
Emma sat there quietly, stomach churning a little. She watched Hayden out of the corner of her eye, nervous.
"Alright, now before you all leave, here's the schedule for rehearsals." The teacher said, starting to pass out papers.
Feb. 12 at 7:26 pm
Hayden got the paper and looked over the schedule, making a mental note to mark these all down on a calendar so he didn't miss one or so he didn't forget and go to a party or something the night before... hungover acting was not fun.
Feb. 12 at 7:28 pm
Emma took her paper, reading her schedule carefully. She bit at her lip, noticing a few conflicts.
Conflicts with hospital appointments.
She gripped her schedule tighter and waited for everyone to leave so she could talk to the rama teacher.
Feb. 12 at 7:40 pm
Hayden passed Emma on his way to leave but turned around and went over to her, "You okay? Looks like you're not liking the sight of that schedule..."
Feb. 12 at 7:42 pm
"Just a couple conflicts. I'll be fine." Emma mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.
Feb. 13 at 8:31 am
Hayden frowned but nodded, "Alright... I guess I'll see you later then." He said and turned, heading out of the room.
Feb. 14 at 10:28 pm
"See ya." Emma whispered weakly, watching her toes as she heard him leave. She swallowed hard, nervous about talking to the teacher.
Feb. 15 at 11:48 am
Hayden glanced back quickly at Emma before leaving the room, he walked through the hallways, slowly making his way to his locker to grab his books before he went home.
Feb. 16 at 12:30 am
Emma spoke long and quietly with the drama teacher. Her father was even called, and she choked up a little.
Feb. 16 at 4:48 pm
Hayden sat outside on the hood of his car, the parking lot was pretty deserted by now and he decided maybe it was time to go home. He sighed and slid into his car before starting it up and heading out of the parking lot.
Feb. 18 at 4:47 pm
Emma felt crushingly overwhelmed and lost. Even more so when she read a text from her dad on the way to her car.
Got a message from your mom. We need to talk.
She felt sick toher stomach, not wanting to hear from her mother. Not wanting to deal with the world. She tried not to cry, and she failed.
Her hands shook so much, she didn't trust herself to drive.
