Chapter 3: Prank has gone wrong

[ Chia's POV ]

"Ugh! I can't believe that your brother will be Walter's Understudy!" I protested. "Chia, we can't do anything with Sir Brian's decision," Sam turned over. "Besides, you look good together as Romeo and Juliet," she added.

I raised an eyebrow and sneered at her.

Sia smiled sweetly undeniable. "Don't you worry chia, I'm not jealous. And I don't have the right to be jealous because we're no longer lovers."

I let out a sigh. "It's not about that, Sia. I mean, I'm also thinking of that possibility, but my point is...he may not take this seriously." They both know how important for me to be part of this play because it's been one of my dreams, tho' it's just a school play. As what others say, great things start from small beginnings. And maybe one day, I'll be part of an actual play just like what I want. Or perhaps, I'll be a scriptwriter for a piece the same as my cloud castle.

"I-I just can't believe that he will take on the lead. I mean, maybe this is only a joke for him that he makes fun of." I stated.

"Well, I asked him yesterday. And he told me 'why not try new things?'" Sam replied.

Oh, and by the way, I haven't described both of my best friends yet. The lady on my right side is Sia Houston. She has an appealing look and almost every guy on the campus admires her beauty inside and out. She has hazelnut brown hair and deep-set eyes with amber iris color. She has also duchess tipped nose and natural pinkish close points lips paired with her rosy pale skin tone.

And the lady on the opposite side is Sam Coffey. She's the sibling of Finley Coffey and the youngest among the two siblings. She has also a fascinating look as Sia and has a lot of admirers but most of them are a geek. She has a Lavender grey hair color, hooded eyes with green colored iris, and a duchess tipped nose like Sia. She has likewise a natural sugar plum bow-shaped lips and pale ivory skin tone.

And Me? Well, I'm just a simple lady. I have a smoked peach hair, bluish deep-set eyes, and pointed nose. I have also a natural sugar plum close points lips with a warm ivory skin tone. See? My appearance is just as simple as a Catharanthus roseus flower.

"Try new things? Is he even fond of that?" I disagreed. "Is that only his reason? Or he just wants to annoy me?"

"Chia, Walter is not here. And we badly need someone to temporarily substitute him," said Sia. "Finley is just an understudy, and if Walter's injury heals as soon as possible, you don't have to worry about the fact that Finley will be featuring Romeo's role in the upcoming play," she added.

I sighed. I can't blame them. Neither our director. Maybe it's only for the sake of our hopeful audiences.

But wait...Speaking of Sam's playful brother.

A tricky idea suddenly popped up in my mind. I smirked. Hoho! I think it's prank time!

"Hey what's that smirk? Something's off." Sam spoke. "Uh, nothing let's go?" I smiled sweetly to them and mounted my way first to the studio.

They both followed, still with a chaotic and curious expression on their face. I just chuckled. Both of them are like idiots!

As we reach the studio, I saw some staff preparing for the rehearsal. The other casts were already there, helping for the assembly.

"Oh, good thing you three are here, we're about to start." Sir Brian approached us.

We nodded at him and got to our respective posts.

I saw Finley on the opposite side, reading the monologue for the play. I smirked. I wish him luck!

"Everyone, ready?" I heard Sir Brian exclaimed.

"Ready!" we all exclaimed and I straighten myself on my post.

"Act 2, Scene 6." Mr. director started. "5, 4. 3, 2. Action!"

Friar Laurence and Romeo enter the scene.

"So smile the heavens upon this holy act,

That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!" Friar Laurence said.

"Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,

It cannot countervail the exchange of joy

That one short minute gives me in her sight:

Do thou but close our hands with holy words,

Then love-devouring death do what he dare;

It is enough I may but calls her mine." Romeo replied.

"These violent delights have violent ends.

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey

Is loathsome in his own deliciousness

And in the taste confounds the appetite:

Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow." Friar Laurence answered.

Then Juliet enters the scene. Probably it's me.

"Here comes the lady: O, so light afoot

Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint:

A lover may bestride the gossamer

That idles in the wanton summer air,

And yet not fall; so light is vanity."

"Good even to my ghostly confessor," I said.

And after Act 2, scene 6 was done, finally, it's break time. Hoho. "Okay everyone, have a 25-minute break!" Sir Brian exclaimed with a genuine smile.

As I saw Finley mounts his way to the cafeteria, I secretly followed him. I want to witness how my prank works!

I told Chiasa, one of the waitresses here, to serve him the bitter cappuccino coffee that I prepared. I found out that cappuccino is his favorite coffee flavor and I assume that he will order one.

But of course, I didn't tell Chiasa that it was a bittered coffee. I just told her that if he orders a cappuccino coffee, she must give my prepared drink to him but if he doesn't, then she'll return the coffee to me. I don't want someone to take as my prank victim because if someone finds out that I caused it, dad will surely ground me.

The waitress even asked me why therefore I said that he's my friend and told me to give this coffee that I treated for him.

I hid near the entrance door of the cafeteria. It's surely the perfect spot for me to take a video of his epic reaction once he drinks the coffee.

"Here's your order, Sir. Enjoy your drink!" Chiasa said, serving a paper cup that I assume to be the drink that I prepared.

He took a sip but I didn't saw him blows up.

"Pfffftttt!" the man who was on the opposite table of Finley caught my attention as I saw him blows up a coffee that stained Finley's shirt. Wait, What?! Don't tell the that the prank has gone wrong?! And extremely worse is, Sir Michael was the victim! Our terror professor!

I immediately ran back to the studio. I would rather escape than to tell him that I caused it! He'll surely fail me on his subject and that's what I fear!