17| two lovers from fair verona

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THIS PAST MONTH and a half has been a total, complete blur to me. It's now the last day of school before the Christmas holidays, which means that we leave for Paris in two days.

Paris. If I have to be honest, I've got mixed feelings about this trip. On one hand, I'm excited to go on a Christmas holiday with my friends and introduce them to my French family. We can go sightseeing, the girls can go shopping, and we'll go to the tree lighting ceremony on Christmas Eve. But then on the other hand, I'm scared. This attraction that I've got for Alexandra is getting harder to push down. And now I'm scared that we'll be in the "city of love" and something will either go wrong or right. I'm also scared of the consequences of messing with Damien.

So far, I've made fifty thousand dollars from fighting, and I'm currently on my phone trying to find out how much money I've got in my savings. Although I doubt I'll have enough to complete the sum I'm looking for. I know that this problem will be over quicker if I just took Alexandra up on her offer to help me, but a mans pride takes over. Asking my fake girlfriend to donate me over one million dollars just doesn't sit well with me. I know she's only trying to help me, but I can't let it happen. I'd feel too much guilt.

This shit is seriously stressing me out. Everyday I ask myself, why'd you have to be such a fuck up and be in debt to two million dollars to a man that could kill me faster before I can even say drugs?

It was a coping mechanism. Some people mask how they really feel, some people talk to someone about what's bothering them instead of bottling it up. But then there's other people in the world, like me, who choose to forget about their problems by drowning themselves in alcohol or drugs, or even both. There also another coping mechanism that I use along with every other person in this world. Adrenaline.

Having an adrenaline rush is like no other feeling in this world. The feeling of your energy burning, your lungs screaming for air, every muscle in your body aching so bad you beg to give up. But your brain won't let you. Your brain controls everything you do. The way you walk, talk, speak. Even though your body is one second away from collapsing on the ground, your brain gets this surge...an adrenaline rush. The crowd starts cheering you on until you reach the end, the music that's pumping in your ears travels through your body urging you to go faster, those inspirational quotes that you've read all those times to motivate you swarm through your mind. When I'm fighting, or playing football, or training, I count on this moment to push me further. I try my best to ignore the pain that's shooting through my body and focus on the adrenaline rush that I know is bound to come soon.

•••

The stares of everyone burn into the back of my head as they look at Alexandra and I holding hands. It's become second nature to us by now, showing slight intimacy around other people that is. Whether it's holding each other's hands, kissing each other's cheeks, hugging each other, or if I'm holding her and I kiss her head. Everyone's gotten used to seeing us together now I guess, but there are still some people who whisper about us.

I turn my head to look at Alexandra's side profile to my left and a small smile appears on my lips. Her long brown hair is pin straight, cascading down her back with a baby blue silky headband in her hair. She's wearing a white tennis skirt with a baby blue Gucci sweatshirt. Her face was as always covered with very minimal make up, which I loved.

She turned her head around to face me, as if sending I was looking at her. She gave me a warm smile, her white teeth showing through her pink painted lips. I gave her a sly wink, causing her to slightly blush. She dipped her head down as she giggled quietly to herself.

In all honesty, I have no idea what's going on between us. One minute we're biting each other's heads off, and the next we're grinning widely at each other. It's confusing the fuck out of me, but maybe a trip to Paris is just what we need. Somewhere other than New York to see what kind of people we're like.

The shrill sound of the school bell wakes me up from my thoughts, signalling that it's time we head to home room. I turned my attention back to Alexandra, seeing that her eyes were solely focused on my face.

"I'll see you at lunch, sweetheart?" I asked her with a small smile. She rolled her eyes at the term of endearment playfully, chuckling slightly. She nodded her head anyway, perching herself high onto the tips of her toes so that she tall enough to reach my face. Her delicate lips pressed a small lingering kiss onto my cheek, dangerously close to my parted lips. Before she retracted her face from mine, I felt her warm breath on my ear before I heard her whisper ever so gently.

"You should think of becoming an actor, Sebby. Everyone's starting to think that you're hopelessly and completely utterly in love with me," She whisper to me with amusement laced in her tone. "Wouldn't want to ruin your bad boy image now would we?" She asked me sweetly with a devilish smirk forming on her pink lips.

Before I could respond to her question, she began strutting away towards homeroom with Evelyn by her side. The both of them looking like true royalty.

"Bro, you good?" I could already hear the smirk on Nic's face before I saw it. Cheeky bastard.

"Yeah man, I'm all good." I told him without taking my eyes off of the retreating figure of the queen of Worthington Preparatory herself.

What is this girl doing to me?

•••

"Romeo and Juliet. What comes to mind when you hear the two names of arguably, the best romance of all time?" My English teacher, Mr Williams, asked the class. Without thinking about it too much, I put my hand up ready to answer his question.

"Yes Mr Kingsley, you may proceed to go to the toilet," Mr Williams huffed with annoyance as he saw I had raised my hand.

"Actually sir I was go-" I was cut off from my statement by the girl who has been running through my mind this past month, who happens to sit I front of me.

"Excuse me sir, but you can't exactly assume someone needs to go to the toilet just because they never really put their hands up to answer your questions. For all you know, Sebastian could of had a really good answer but you just degraded him by assuming he needed to go the toilet and not have an answer to your question." Miss Alexandra Black fires at the teacher with a sweetly sick tone, that you could just tell she wasn't backing down. After she finished speaking, I smirked in response as I looked at mr Williams who was dumbfounded that he had just been called out by one of his students.

"Ah Miss Black, always a pleasure when you express your unwanted opinion in my class." He chuckled to himself, although nothing he said was even the slightest bit amusing to anyone in the class.

"I don't care if it's unwanted. I'm entitled to my own opinion, and I have the right to express it. And as a teacher, Mr Williams, you should well know that I have right to be heard." Alexandra tilted her head to the side in a condescending way, sending him a fake ass smile. Mr Williams stiffened at her words, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he took in a large breath.

"Of course, Miss Black. My apologies Me Kingsley, it was wrong of me to assume that. Now please tell me, what do you think of when you hear the two names Romeo and Juliet?" Mr Williams apologised to me, although I doubt he meant it.

"Undeniable love." I said with so much confidence that I wasn't even worried about being wrong. Me williams tilted his head to the side, as if analysing my choice of words.

"Why not just love, Sebastian? Why did you feel the need to say that their love was undeniable?" He questioned me curiously. All heads turned to look at me, including hers.

"Love is great. I love all of my friends, but it's not a romantic love. There's different types of love in my eyes. Some of them I have never experienced in my lifetime before, but I hope that someday I will," my eyes briefly met with Alexandra's bright green ones for a fleeting moment, a soft smile displayed on her perfectly pink lips.

"I could list all of the different types of love but it would take up the rest of the lesson, so I'll stick to explaining an undeniable love. Undeniable means when you can no longer deny something. You no longer care what other people think. That's the kind of love that they had, even though their family despised each other, they still found a way to undeniably love each other in a world full of hate. When Romeo thought that Juliet had died, he loved her so much that he killed him self just to maybe have a possibility of being with her once again. When she saw that Romeo was dying for her, she had no hesitation with killing herself. They loved each other so much that they were willing to kill themselves to be with them once again. I'm not saying that if the person that you are undeniably in love with somehow dies that you should to that to, because you shouldn't. You should live on their life for them. Live for the both of you. Because if Romeo wouldn't have acted so impulsively when he saw that Juliet was dead even though she wasn't, they would've both lived a hopefully long and happy life together. But sometimes - sometimes love drives people insane, and not in a good way." As I finished my speech, I saw thirty pairs of eyes glancing back at me in amazement.

The whole class was silent. But her eyes spoke volume. There was nothing silent about her eyes. I could see the swirling of emotion in those green eyes that I am infatuated with. Confusion, sadness, happiness, excitement, maybe even a sliver of love.

"Thank you, Sebastian. That was a very interesting view of their love. Once again, I am sorry about my assumptions. You've got a smart girl on your arm, Sebastian." Mr Williams nodded his head in the direction of Alexandra and I, a very small and distinct smile on his lips.

I looked towards Alexandra once more, only to find her staring back at me. There was something about the look that we gave each other, something that I can't quite put my finger on. But this time, for some reason, I know that it's good thing.

But whether that good thing will self destruct at any given time, well we'll just have to wait and see.

Maybe I'm not quite in the undeniable love stage yet, but she's starting to feel like my Juliet.

Maybe, just maybe.

Hi! Okay so Social Casualty hit 7k reads when I woke up! Thank you so much for all the constant love and support! It means the absolute world to me!

I'm sorry that it took me a while to update but I hope this chapter makes up for the wait! (So sorry that it's a short one!) But there's either one or two chapters left before they head off to Paris for Christmas! WHOS EXCITED?!?

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