Mrs Khan looks satisfied with his thoughts, but I scoff and clearly, it's too loud, because her eyes instantly snap to me.
“Do you have anything to add, Juliette?” she asks in an interested tone.
I could just say no and keep my mouth shut, but I've never been really good at that.
“Yes, actually.” I clear my throat. “I just think that this book is ridiculous, it’s more about obsession than love.”
Mrs Khan is staring at me thoughtfully, like she's waiting for me to add more, but I'm not.What I said is purely factual; Juliet and Romeo were both ridiculously idiotic. Not just because they killed themselves in stupidity and love, but because they fell in love in the first place.
How can you fall in love with your sworn enemy?
“Interesting observation, Juliette,” she says my name in an ironic way, like how dare I criticize a book where the main character has my name.
Hers isn't even spelt correctly!
“Anyone else want to share their thoughts?” Miss Khan asks again.
I'm ready for a million hands to go up, trying to argue with me. I mean, I know my analysis isn't going to get me a good grade, but I like sharing my opinion, no matter how unwarranted it is.
“I actually agree with Juliette.” A familiar voice perks up and my eyes snap to the left side of the classroom.
My eyes almost fall out of my sockets when I realize who's just agreed with me…Victoria Williams. Did hell freeze over? Are pigs about to start falling from the sky?
She continues. “If you know you're bad for someone, you shouldn't continue to pursue them. They were idiots.”
A laugh begs to leave my chest at the callous way she shrugs after giving her statement, but I refrain from doing so.
She's staring straight ahead at Mrs Khan, not even acknowledging that she agreed with me. I know she doesn't like me very much and I don't blame her, she's clearly protective of Adaline, while I've treated her like pure shit the last few years, so her opinion doesn't count.
What she says resonates with me however, not just because she's agreeing with me, but because of her eyes after she says it; it's downcast and steely, like she hates what she's saying, but she still believes it. It looks like it's personal.
I always thought Kai was too good for her, but now I can see a little reflection of myself in her eyes, which only cements my views further; Kai really is too good for her.
“I can see both of your points. However, these opinions aren't analytical enough,” she says, writing some stuff on the whiteboard and then she turns back to us again. “Anyone else want to add something before we move on?”
Daniel Miller puts his hand up and instantly I know what he's about to say. “Isn't Romeo a paedophile, I mean, Juliet was thirteen—”
Mrs Khan audibly sighs and clutches her forehead. “Not this again, Daniel. You can't keep making this point every time I ask about Romeo and Juliet!”
The whole class, including me, giggles under their breath at how worked up she is getting. Daniel just shrugs like he doesn't know what he's done wrong and to be fair, I don't know either.
I refrain from laughing and focus on the tangent Mrs Khan goes on. By focus, I mean daydreaming about different scenarios for the next hour.
***
I make my way out of the classroom with pure elation and a headache. Thank God I don't have to listen to anymore drabble about how in love a prepubescent child and adult were.
As I make my way down the corridor, I catch a glimpse of the bane of my existence.
Adaline is by her locker, book in hand and headphones on her head. I swear she wears those headphones all the time in school—she always has, since we were kids and I've always wondered why, but it's none of my business and I don't care.
Seeing her brings back a rush of memories from yesterday. That kiss, that absolutely spectacular kiss that I couldn't stop thinking about all night.
She kissed me for once. She wanted me; I could feel it in every groan that left her body. Her leaving was annoying, but it was probably better she did or I would have ripped her clothes off then and there and I'm…not ready for that.
Not yet.
Nevertheless, I did touch myself to the thought of her when she left. I touched every place she did, wishing she was doing it again and I've never cum that hard in my entire life.
