The room had filled up in the few minutes I was on the stage.

I scanned the room slowly, and saw everyone I was expecting. Annie of course was going to audition for the lead, and most likely get it, Tim was only here for Annie and would try out for the lead male part just so he could possibly get a love scene with her, Kim was here just so she could get out of trash pick up, Josh was here for Kim, and would just work backstage, but Kim was here for Anne, and there had been a few rumors that Annie liked Josh, but she said nothing to those. And then a few other people that I hadn't seen last year. Nobody at our school really liked acting, so I knew that not many people show up. We're actually really happy if more than two boys come. Since I was only part of the tech. crew, I got the script earlier. We were doing a classic Shakespeare play. And even more original, it was Romeo and Juliet. I hope you could get the sarcasm in the last sentence. But I didn't complain. I loved Shakespeare. Actually, If I lived back then, in the Elizabethan ear, I would be in love with him. Yeah, I like Shakespeare that much. "I'd like to thank everyone for showing up today. I see we have some old faces and some new ones. The play we will be performing is Romeo and Juliet," I heard voices rise, some yays, and some groans, but no one got up to leave,"and today I would like for everyone to grab a paper on that table over there, and please name three characters you would like to audition for, and if you wouldn't mind being an understudy or part of the technical crew." Everyone got up and shuffled over to the table. One by one they each got a paper. I heard a girl say she was,"so going to beat Annie for the lead this year." Pssh. Like she even has half the talent Annie has. But I knew I shouldn't judge her like that, so I then thought that maybe she could. Everyone has surprises up their sleeves. "Thank you all. After you are finished filling out these papers, bring them to me, and I will hand you a script. Then we should be able to get started-" The door opened, and the bright light came rushing in. He stood there, the light shining bright behind him. It really did make him look like a god. A gorgeous, gorge- Stop! Eww. Trey threw his head to the side, sliding his bangs out of his eyes. He stopped, and flashed a pearly-white smile, and I heard all the girls voices at the same time. "Oh my god, he is so gorgeous." "I can't believe I'm going to be working in the same play has him!" "Look at that body." This is what made me embarrassed of the female race. We can't even keep ourselves under control around some guy. Some guy everyone knew would not give them the time of day unless he knew she was willing to put out. What a disgusting sight. To see all these girls drooling over some arrogant, womanizing, probably can't even spell his name without his teachers help, boy. I rolled my eyes, and sighed. Then it hit me. He was auditioning for the play! I would have to work with Trey Shelly! For almost three months. I groaned and banged my head against the table. When I looked up, I saw the few people sitting near me looking at me, confusion all over their faces.

"I just found out I failed a test." They nodded and turned back around. Yeah, me, fail a test. Please. "I'm glad you decided to show up at all Trey. Better late than never. Please, take a seat so we can begin." He nodded, and as he walked down the aisle, the girls whispered in eachother's ears, and he did the whole guy thing where he made eye contact and smiled that perfect smile of his. I mean, not perfect. Ugh, I'm spending way to much time around him. He inspected each girl, deciding which would get the honour of them sitting next to him. Each looked up at him, the half-dazed expression on their faces, all hoping he would choose her. I don't even think half the girls in this room would know what to do if Trey sat next to them. Silly, little freshmen. Trey Shelly is for Big Girls. I studied him from my corner. He really did move as if everyone were at his control, just waiting for him to tell them to do something and they would be there, ready. Then his eyes landed on me. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't lie to myself. Trey really was gorgeous. And when he looked at you, it was as if you were the only girl in the world, and he was ready to please you in every way possible. But he didn't give me a smile. And yet with no expression on his face, his eyes still said everything. I couldn't look away. For some strange reason, his eyes held me captive, and I couldn't get free. He walked my way and in one swift move he turned the chair around and sat down. Next to me. "Is there something you need, Trey?" I asked, looking down at my journal. "No." He replied. "Then why are you sitting next to me?" "It seems you're the only seat open." I looked around, and saw many open chairs next to other girls. "Do you mind?" He asked. "Yes." I heard him chuckle and I looked over. He was staring straight ahead. annoucned we would be starting, and she handed out a script to Annie, for Juliet, and Tim for Romeo in the balcony scene. "Oh Romeo, Romeo! where for art thou Romeo? Deny my Father and refuse my name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet." Annie said that line perfectly, as if it was made for her. And you could see Tim wanted to be nowhere else, but right there. He was enthralled. "Do you think Tim will ever get the clue that Annie wont give him the time of day?" Trey whispered. My mouth opened in shock. How could he say something like that?

"How do you know that? Maybe Annie does like Tim, she just hasn't found the right way to tell him yet." I shot back, glaring at him. "That's not what she said yesterday." It took me a minute to get it, but when I did, I lost all respect I had for her. "I don't want to hear about what you did with Annie, Trey. And I think Tim has just a good chance as you do. And at least he has something you'll never have." "And what's that? A brain?" "No. A heart." He turned to me and studied my face. Did he think I was lying? Did he need me to spell it out or something? Geesh, maybe he needed that brain also. "Maybe I just haven't met the right girl yet." What was that suppose to mean? He's only been with probably all the girls in school, and then some. And he still hasn't found a girl he could even remotely love? I heard clapping, and I saw Annie and Tim giving their scripts. Tim smiled at Annie, but she tried to play it off like she hadn't noticed, and turned the other direction. Her friends snickered, and she smiled in embarrassment. How could I have never noticed before how mean Annie really was? And that she was just a girl, but one of the girls on Trey's list. Slowly, I loose all respect for women kind. "Trey Shelly and Kim Lirve. The balcony scene also." Trey smiled at me and got up. Kim sighed, as she she grabbed the script, and stood there, waiting for it to be over. I knew Kim shared an equal dislike of Trey just as much as I. I got to know that much about her last year during the play. Supposedly he hooked up with her best friend, and some other girl at the same party. But Kim sorta hates all men. She is the feminist of all feminists. The dyke of all dykes. She is the proud lesbian to be. "I take thee at thy word: Call me but love and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I will never be Romeo." Listening to Trey speak Romeo's lines is like listening to peanut butter make love to jelly. They just go together. You can see all the girls in the room are enraptured, and they all sigh as if on cue. Their chins rest lazily in their hands, and their eyes are glazed over with lust. Because I know for a fact it can't be love, because you can't fall in love with Trey Shelly that fast. And over something so ridiculous. "What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?" But Kim is like peanut butter making love to caramel. It doesn't go togther, no matter how hard people try to make it. Kim rushes through her lines, and sighs at the end, most likely happy it's over. All the other girls are too. They send death glares her way, and dirty looks, so jealous she's up there and they're down here. They all clap though, and Trey gives a little bow, which makes the girls go even crazy. I give a small chuckle. "Was I good, or was I good?" He asks me, as he sits down. I shrug. Saying anything would just add to his ego.

"I saw your eyes." I felt his hot breath on my ear, and my whole body froze. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? I jerked back, and I set my cold, hard eyes on his. "Get. Away. From. Me. Shelly." He smirked, and looked back to the front of the room. Did he really think he had the nerve to come that close to me? And say something like that? Men. They disgust me.

It takes about another thirty minutes before the auditions are over. Thirty minutes beside Trey, feeling the heat from his body so near to me, and then feeling him look at me every now and then. I need to get out of here. "I think that is it for the auditions today. I will be having call backs tomorrow, so please look at my door for your names. Thank you." said, and she walked off into her office. Finally, I can leave. I quickly put all my stuff back into my bag, and threw it over my shoulder. When I opened the doors, I saw the rain hadn't stopped pouring. Great. I got out my cell-phone, and debated whether or not I should call my mom to come and pick me up. If I told her to, she would get all pissy and yell at me the whole way home for making her drive through the rain, twenty miles, when I could have walked a few blocks. That plan was out. I just wish I would have gone with my gut instinct, and grabbed my jacket before heading out this morning. So I was now not just walking in the pouring rain, but I was walking in the pouring rain without protection. Well, if I walk fast I'll get home sooner. The only really bad thing about walking on the side of street when it has been, or is raining, is how when the cars drive by, they splash water all over you. I'm soaked through and through with water. This was a perfect idea. It's also about 40 degrees outside, so I'm most likely going to contract some cold that will turn into the flu, and I'll be dead in about a week. All because I didn't want my mom to yell at me. I was thinking all about my death, that I hadn't noticed a car slowly driving beside me. All my senses went on high alert, and I looked straight ahead, and walked alittle faster. Maybe I wasn't going to die in a week. Maybe it would be today. I heard the window roll down, and someone yelling at me. I know that voice. No, it couldn't be. I stopped walking, and bent over, to look through the window. "Trey, what the hell are you doing?" I nearly yelled. The wind picked up, and my wet hair went flying everywhere. With one hand I tried to keep my hair down, and with the other I wiped the water off of my face. I remembered I probably looked like crap right now. Eeek. "Hop in! I'll drive you home." I shook my head. Me? In a car with him? No no no! I began walking again, noticing the car never leaving my side. "Starlett! Come on. I'm just going to drive you home. If you walk in this weather any longer, you'll get sick."

"I'll take my chances." I yelled back. "Starlett! Please? It's just a drive. And besides, I'll feel bad if you die." Was that suppose to be some line that would get me in the car with him? Was he stupid? I stopped walking and turned back to the car. But I really wasn't in the mood to die. Reluctantly, I opened the door, and slid inside. He rolled the window up, and I noticed how warm it was inside the car. And cozy. And very close to Trey. I should have taken my chances. "See? It's not that bad." He said, and started driving. My mom always warned me about riding in cars with boys. But she wasn't here to say no. And if she ever found out, I could explain to her how he saved my life. I looked around the car. It was fairly new. Very clean. I was surprised. I thought all guy cars were dirty, and had month old pizza in the back seat. I looked in the backseat just to check, and yep, no pizza. But as if reading my mind, Trey spoke up. "I'm not as bad as you take me for, Star." I tensed up. I never said he could talk to me. "And how bad do I think you are?" I asked. I looked over to the steering wheel, and saw his knuckles were very white. He was holding on tight. "Very." He replied. I looked over to him. He was looking back, and it was as if that one word had so many different meanings. Not just very bad, but very sensual. Very beautiful. Very smart. Very everything! I gulped, and I saw his lips go upward, and I frowned. Just when I thought maybe he was different, he had to pull the smirk. I folded my arms over my chest, and looked forward. Silence rang through the car for a couple more minutes, until I saw my house in the distance. Finally, home! From such a hectic day. I grabbed my bag, and placed my hand on the door handle, ready to jump as he stopped the car. "Well, this was such a nice drive. Remind me to never do it again." I said, as I opened the door. But he grabbed hold of my wrist, and pulled me back in. His face was just inches from mine, and I could see his blue eyes so clearly. I could see the little green specks floating around inside. "I'm not giving up, Star." And I could feel his hold on my wrist loosen, and then I couldn't feel it at all. I looked down at my wrist and then up into his eyes again. What was I doing? Get out of that car, Starlett! Now! Run to safety! Quickly I ran out of the car, forgetting to shut the door. I ran all the way to the door, fumbled with the keys, and when I finally made it inside, I slid down the door, and sighed. What did he mean, I'm not giving up? What was he fighting for in the first place? Oh my goodness. Did the unthinkable just happen? Did Trey Shelly just enter my mind? For good?