Andrew

Senior year. Only a few weeks of school were left, and you and Andrew had barely exchanged a few words all this time. He always sat in the back rows, laughed the loudest, and looked like someone who absolutely didn't care about lessons, grades, or other people's opinions. You, on the other hand, preferred silence and tried not to stand out.

But it was the two of you that the homeroom teacher chose to perform in the assembly hall.

During the break, you awkwardly approached him, clutching a crumpled script in your hands.

-We have to act in the scene together... I have a burr, is that okay? you asked softly.

Andrew looked up from his phone and shrugged.

-It's fine, don't worry about it.

The next day, you were left alone in the rehearsal hall. An empty stage, the smell of old curtains, and the hollow echo of footsteps. For the first few minutes, everything went smoothly, until Andrew suddenly stopped you right in the middle of a line.

-Let's do that again.

You repeated it.

He smirked and stepped closer.

-Nah, wait... Say "r-r-r." Come on, sunshine. Crayfish. Fish. A Greek drove across a river.