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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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I quirked an eyebrow, letting my gaze travel slowly back to him. "You don't look very happy… since when do you have glasses?"

“Since fifth year.” I sighed, taking my glasses off and examining them for a moment. “I got contacts as soon as I could.”

A chuckle escaped my lips as I eyed his messy head of hair. "You look really different without gel and contacts.."

“So I’ve gathered.” I impulsively ran my hand through the mess of curls on my head. “I hope you’re satisfied now that I look like a dork.” I grumbled, putting my glasses back on.

I offered him an enigmatic grin in reply, pulling the end of my ponytail over one shoulder. "I think I ticked off every item on your list, no?"

“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.