My world stops. I hear my heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. She can’t want it. It’s mine. I am Juliet.
“I have been practicing,” Olivia continues. “Ben lent me his script.”
Ben the asshole. Ben the girl beater. And now, he’s Ben the dream stealer. Why would he do that? I don’t look away when our eyes meet for the nth time, he shrugs as if to say he couldn’t resist her and a heavy sigh leaves me. It’s so hard to be sane when I have annoying people like him around me.
The hall is silent as we await Miss Jota’s response. Tension tightens my body, I hide my hands behind me and try to breathe. There are other roles I can play. Juliet doesn’t have to be the star of the night, I can take the role of a side character and kill it. Maybe act the nurse or Lady Capulet. But I want to be
