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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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"Haunt them? Hell, it'd probably make their life better."

But I was slowly losing steam, his words hitting me much harder than they should have.

“My good looks aren’t the worst image to have burned into your brain, that’s for sure.” I exhaled slowly, willing my shoulders to relax.

I forced my expression to harden further, stiff posture never relaxing.

"Well…. 'good' is definitely a stretch…"

Marina is forcing herself to be tense and Mercutio is forcing himself to relax lol))

“Ask any girl in this school who the second best looking guy is and you’ll get my name.” I replied, sinking back into the comfort of my regular teasing.

(lmao
opposites attract, I guess)

"Do you have a mood swing disorder?" I asked him harshly, exhaling slowly through my nose. "And either way, every girl would answer Matteo, and you know it."

“Wow, labeling your own friend as second best. This is the betrayal of the ages.” I raised an eyebrow at Marina, a bit amused. “And if you think I have mood swings, you should meet Romeo.”

"Unfortunately, I have met Montague." I balled my hands into fists than uncurled and flexed my fingers, staring down at the tiny crescent-moon nail marks I'd left behind. "And, who am I betraying, exactly?"

“Your little buddy there, Matteo. Calling him second best looking in the school. Awful rude of you.” I clicked my tongue in mock disappointment. “And don’t call Romeo, Montague. It sounds weird.”

"He's not second, he's first," I protested, not caring how seemingly suggestive I sounded. Let him try to spread rumours, no one would believe them. "And Montague is weird. Almost as disgusting as you are, actually."

“I said I was second, and you argued and said Mattel was, which means you’re not even listening to yourself. Be careful with that. Could catch yourself admitting to something.” I drawled, clearly insinuating that I knew something I wasn’t supposed to.

The audacity of this guy…. I very nearly slapped him across the face. "Who do you think is the most attractive, then, if you're the second?" I asked instead, digging my nails into the soft flesh of my palms.

“Guy or girl? How are we measuring this?” I examined my nails, exaggerating all my actions just to provoke Marina.

"You know what, forget it." I turned away from him, eyes darkening as I made for the door.

“”If we’re talking guys probably Romeo.” I continued, not even looking up at her. “But that’s more by popular demand. “If we’re talking girls hotter than me, well. I’d have to say you. Rosaline gets hyped up a lot, but I honestly think I’ve got better looks than her. That might just be me being vain.”

I froze with one hand on the doorknob, my blood turning to ice. Dread flooded me—I hated it when guys did this, complimented me just to get me riled up, but Mercutio? That was infinitely worse.

“What about you? Any top picks besides Matteo?” I added casually, pretending not to notice her at the door.

I found myself unable to move, trapped by my inner turmoil. Bile rose to the back of my throat.
“No,” I said shortly, trying my best to keep my voice blank and devoid of emotion.

“Disappointing as usual.” I finally allowed myself to look up, seeing her practically frozen at the door. A smile played on my lips, but I kept my voice completely flat as I talked. “You look a little pale, Capulet. Need me to call up the nurse for you?”

"You look a little pale, Marina," a voice echoed in the back of my head, speaking out of a memory I never wanted to recall again. Hands, slipping down my sides, a mouth on my neck…… I jerked myself out of my thoughts, abruptly turning to face him again.

The look on her face made me halt for a minute. I was used to provokes Capulets for fun, but this wasn’t the reaction I expected. I’m looking for a fight, not a mental breakdown. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, so I fell silent, waiting for her to respond.

My expression went blank so quickly that even I was unsure whether or not I'd experienced the brief flash of fear. "Are you going to annoy me for the rest of lunch or leave me alone?" I asked him, forcing extra sarcasm into my tone.

I blinked, a bit surprised. “What do you think the answer to that is?” I managed a dry reply, still feeling a bit uncertain about the way she reacted.

"It had better be the latter, or you'll find yourself with a bloodied nose," I muttered, pulling my previous demeanour around me like a cloak.

“I’d like to see you try.” I shot back, more comfortable with our usual snide attitudes as well.

"Say that again, and I won't hesitate to put my fist through your face."

Glowering, I returned to the desk I'd been sitting on earlier, meaning ever word.