Passing college is a difficult task on its own, but imagine what it's like when your final grade rests in the hands of the worlds' favorite rock-star.
As graduation from her local community college approaches, Reese Taylors yearns for some answers...
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"No," I repeat, not nearly as loud as before. My brain scrambles to come up with some excuse why I interrupted the scene. Filmmaking 101: don't ever interrupt a scene in progress. Everyone's eyes are on me, my face flushing an unhealthy shade of red, a laugh escapes my lips. "No. I, uh...I," I slap a hand over my left eye, "I dropped a contact lens and I'm pretty much blind without them and it's my last pair until I return home to go to the, uh...doctors." Their deathly glares don't lessen. "Carry on. I'm just gonna search down here."
I squat to the floor in front of my crumbled Rice Krispy treat. Might as well clean this mess up while I'm at it.
A familiar pair of black converse stop in front of my own white ones, and I can't bring myself to meet his gaze. I mean, he's barely even looked at me all morning.
But I can run my mouth. "I think it's a lost cause. I'm never gonna find it."
"Yeah, kind of hard to search for something that doesn't exist." I jerk my head up to see him – with his shirt back on – standing over me with an amused smile. "You don't wear contacts."
"Maybe I do."
"No, you don't," he argues, "Reese, you've been staying with us for a week now and I've never seen you wear glasses."
"I've never seen Logan wear his glasses." I point out.
"That's because he broke them," of course. Lennon has an answer for everything.
"How did he break them?"
Lennon hesitates. "That's not important," he brushes my question off, "so, are you going to tell me the real reason you shouted during that scene? Or are you just gonna leave that up to my imagination?"
Whichever one happens to be the least embarrassing option. I don't know why I interrupted the scene. I'm a nineteen-year-old woman who grew up with two older brothers, rode the public-school bus, and read my fair share of fanfiction that I'd sooner die than let my mom know what I used to read on my phone as a preteen. Watching PG-13 rated intimate scenes is rarely scandalous.
But something inside of me...freaked when Lennon and Aaliyah were about to kiss. It's acting, I know how to separate an actor from the character they play, and I've seen my fair share of professional kisses from my theatre phase. I've even had a share of my own when I took a theatre class my Freshman year of college.
Acting really isn't my forte.
Their upcoming kiss sparked something inside of me. It's not that they don't have chemistry – Lennon naturally has remarkable chemistry with anyone he lays eyes on – and it's not that their characters are incompatible or boring. Enemies to lovers is the superior trope after all.
