I lied.

Everything I said to Craig, was a lie.

I don't hate him. Well, I do. But deep, deep down, I have a crush on him.

I walk through the crowded corridors, pushing past loads of people who push me. I don't know where I'm going, I just don't want to have Craig find me again.

I don't want to face him.

My crush on him, I've had it for a while.

Whenever we fight, I love it. It's the only way I can really get close to him, if not, he'll figure something out. He'll realise that I like him. I have to cover it with hate.

The bell than rings.

I sigh and walk back to the hall, grabbing my script from the shelf. I see Craig walk past me, and the rest of the cast grab their scripts and continue what they had been doing before the bell.

The only difference, is that there are some students who aren't actually a part of the cast here. Stan has decided to bring Kyle with him, and Gregory has decided to bring Mole and Estella along.

Ms. Davis doesn't mind of course, the more the merrier she always says. She's always convincing students to join the 'family' as she calls it. The 'family' is basically me, Wendy, Bebe, Gregory and Esther. We are the only students who always do the school production.

I sigh and sit backstage, reading my lines in my head. Currently, I'm going over the lines in scene 7, the mad tea party.

I messed up horrifically after what I said to Craig. All the stutters, twitches and I was out of character. I read the lines over again and again in my head, but it's easy to get distracted. Others are also going over their lines, Bebe and Wendy are doing their scene together, Gregory is forcing Mole and Estella to help him and Stan is practising his lines with Kyle and Kyle is putting on different voices for each character.

And that's not including the loud talking coming from the artists who are painting backgrounds.

So, it's very distracting.

I'm about to get up and leave to a secluded spot, but my way is blocked by the one person I really didn't want to see.

Craig mother fucking Tucker.

"What do y-you want?" I snap, clutching my script.

Craig sighs, and flips through his own pink script. "I've been ordered to help you with your script, since everyone else has helpers."

I sigh, and motion for Craig to follow me. I walk away from the noise, and go somewhere quiet. We end up in an empty music room.

"So," Craig starts, "what scene?"

I glance down at my open script. "Scene 7, the mad tea p-party." I say, taking a few deep breaths to get into character.

"The one you messed up?" Craig asks, turning to the correct page.

"Don't push it." I tell him sternly, glaring at him. Craig shrugs, and pulls a stool out from under one of the desks, sitting on it.

I do the same, but sit like the Hatter would. Like a gentlemen who isn't fully sane. With my legs crossed, my toes pointed and my arm resting in midair as if I was leaning on the Dormouse.

"So, where are we staring?" Craig asks.

I hum, studying the script. "Let's start at the line: have you guessed the riddle yet. Okay?"

"I don't care."

I close my eyes, and then slowly open them again. "Have you guessed the riddle yet?" I ask, fully into character.

"No, I give up." Craig says emotionlessly, "what's the answer?"

"I haven't the slightest idea." I say, putting a considerate expression on my face.

"Nor I" Craig says, attempting to be the March Hare. He just sounds the same as his other part.

"I think you should do something better with the time that asking pointless riddles." Craig says the part of Alice, completely wrong.

"Craig. That's not how the line should be delivered." I tell him. He blinks slowly, and then flips me off.

"I don't care. I can't act."

"I bet you can." I say, sliding off of the stool and standing in front of Craig. He stares at me, his shimmering grey gaze making me shiver.

"Can't." I sigh, and grab Craig's arm, making him stand up.

"Come on, everyone can act when they try. It's just portraying a role. It's a chance to be someone else." Craig stares at me blankly, and I squirm again. "Okay, you're not Craig Tucker anymore. You're a single mum with two kids and three jobs and she's late for work and has to explain to her boss. I'm the boss. Now, go."

Craig is silent. He stands like he normally does. Looks like he normally does. And makes my skin break out in goosebumps like he normally does.

"Why do I have to play the single mum?" He asks.

I sigh in frustration. "At my acting class, we get given random roles. We just have to jump into the performance. It helps."

"Can we switch roles?" Craig asks.

"No." I say sternly, and Craig sighs.

"Fine, have it your way." He then gets on his knees in front of me, and grips the hem of my shirt.

"CRAIG!" I shout, swatting at his hands and blushing. "What are y-you doing?!"

Craig glares at me. "I'm in role, now role with it."

"You didn't.." I say, looking at him with my eyebrows raised.

"Oh please sir!" Craig wails, tugging on my shirt and edging closer to me. "I need this job!"

Still blushing, I join in on the act. I place my hands on my hips, and look down at the kneeling Craig, attempting to keep my thoughts PG.

"Well I'm so sorry Ms. Tucker, but this is the third time this week you've been late!" I say strictly, giving Craig a harsh look.

"But, you don't understand my situation!" Craig says, hanging his head. "I need to support my kids!"

"There is nothing you can say to convince me." I say.

Craig's fingers stroke my shirt. "What if there's something I can do?" He says, his voice altered to sound sensual.

I feel my cheeks once again heat up, and Craig then laughs.

"I'm kidding Tweek!" He snickers, and I laugh a little. "That was fun though, let's do another!" Craig says, smiling brightly.

My eyes widen.

He smiled. He doesn't smile a lot. Craig likes a boring, mundane life. But now he's smiling. He's having fun. My stomach erupts in butterflies and I smile back at him, pushing my glasses up my nose.

"Sure, w-why don't you give a scenario?" I suggest, and Craig gets off of his knees.

"Hm..." Craig says in thought, and then he smirks. "What about I'm a superhero, and you're a damsel in distress?"

"You want m-me to play a damsel?" I say, my voice flat.

"You had me play a single mum, so yes."

"Okay, so you're Superman and I'm Lois Lane?" I suggest, and Craig nods.

"I'm Super Craig. Let's go!" I sigh, but smile.

I decide that I'm a damsel who's stuck under a fallen bridge, (a stool placed over me) and that Craig has just defeated an evil villain and I'm slowly dying.

Craig runs towards me, and falls to his knees beside me.

"My love!" He gasps, lifting the chair up and making it tumble away from me. I lie on my back, and he leans over me, one hand behind my head.

I reach my hand up, and grip his shirt.

"You did it.." I fake cough, "you defeated..." Another 'cough,' "the only force.. That was stopping us from being together." My voice is strained, my character is close to death.

Craig seems to be really into the role, and he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Death.. Death is stoping us from being together." Craig's voice is wobbling. "I can't kill death."

I slowly reach my hand up, and cup Craig's cheek. His skin is soft and smooth, and I slowly let my hand fall from his cheek, my fingers lingering slightly (that part wasn't for the role).

"Death will not keep us apart.." I take a deep, shaky breath. "I'll be waiting for you.. Please.. Don't forget me." I then go limp, my head moving to the side, my eyes closing.

I feel Craig hug me, and he holds me for a few seconds. I feel my heart beat increase as he holds me, and I know it's the right think to sit up and shove him off me.

"So," I say, sitting next to him. "You can act."

Craig sighs, and glances at me. "I guess I can."

"Y-you're actually good. You should come to my c-class." I say calmly and casually, but on the inside, I'm going crazy.

"Sure, why not?" Craig says back, standing up and offering me a hand. I ignore his offer, and stand up by myself.

Craig grabs mine and his scripts, and pushes his own chair under a table.

"I'm sorry." I tell him, pushing my own chair and the fallen chair under tables, and he turns to me confused.

"About what?" He asks, handing me the thick script.

"I said I hate you. I don't." I say, and hastily add, "well, I do. But not as much as you think."

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This was fun to write! I hope it was fun to read!

CYA LATER NERDZ