Smile at Me Ch.3

I knew that Paris wasn't wrong when she said Tristan would be back this year the moment I enter through those doors.

Could I feel him? Or could I feel the vibe of those around, who were so excited by the return of their favorite. Either way I knew he was here and it was just a matter of time before I saw him again. I don't bother going to my locker, I'm late as it is. And this is only a half a day, it's to ease us into the school year.

I go to Mrs. Winter's AP English class, it's going to be a hell of a way to start off my day. There are five kids in the class already, the seats are arranged in a semi-circle, meaning she expects participation, but there's no teacher or Tristan as of yet. How quickly that changes within five minutes another dozen kids enter the class and the teacher. The first bell has rung, soon followed by the second bell, that's when he shows up. With a smile on his face he says hello to the teacher, she's so charmed so forgets that he's late on the first day, he takes a seat in the front, the same row as me and we're separated by only one person. He hasn't looked at me yet though, does he even realize I'm there?

Does he care?

I can barely see him, I especially can't see him without looking obvious, so I turn my attention the best I can to the teacher.

I suddenly realize that I am still not listening to the teacher and only the thoughts in my head. Is she saying something about Shakespeare, stop Rory, stop right now, don't think about Romeo and Juliet. Focus!

Death scenes she's talking about death scenes, she's going to make people read different death scenes. Now the question is am I afraid she'll give Tristan and I the Romeo and Juliet scene or afraid that she won't?

She starts out with the first row and begins to go across. Othello she says to the first two people in the row, that's when I realize Tristan and I won't be together, Hamlet goes next, we're at me now and she says Anthony and Cleopatra, my neighbor then in a horse voice explains the lose of his voice after an Eminem concert the previous night, delight fills me, followed by fear as she pairs Tristan and I together. She hands us our books and I start reading the lines as she continues handing out the plays.

I've read this play before. I wonder if it suits us more than Romeo and Juliet did? In my opinion they're two totally foolish characters who could have been happy. He kills himself rather than accept defeat, he destroys himself for her, then as he's almost at death's door she goes on and on instead of letting him speak, giving her audience the absolute perfect show of a grieving lover because is always a show and you cannot let yourself be honest and real. I try to focus on the two couples that go before us, but it's impossible. We're ready to go and he still hasn't looked at me, he stands as soon as the other couple starts to walk back over to their seats. His back is turned to me as he begins and catches me off guard, he turns though as he says his lines, still no smile.

ANTONY. I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.

CLEOPATRA. I dare not, dear,-- Dear my lord, pardon,--I dare not, Lest I be taken: not the imperious show Of the full-fortun'd Caesar ever shall Be brooch'd with me; if knife, drugs, serpents, have Edge, sting, or operation, I am safe; Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion, shall acquire no honour Demuring upon me.--But come, come, Antony,-- Help me, my women,--we must draw thee up; Assist, good friends.

ANTONY. O, quick, or I am gone.

CLEOPATRA. Here's sport indeed!--How heavy weighs my lord! Our strength is all gone into heaviness; That makes the weight: had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. Yet come a little,-- Wishers were ever fools,--O come, come;

[They draw ANTONY up.]

And welcome, welcome! die where thou hast liv'd: Quicken with kissing: had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out.

ALL. A heavy sight!

ANTONY. I am dying, Egypt, dying: Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.

CLEOPATRA. No, let me speak; and let me rail so high That the false huswife Fortune break her wheel, Provok'd by my offence.

ANTONY. One word, sweet queen: Of Caesar seek your honour, with your safety.--O!

CLEOPATRA. They do not go together.

ANTONY. Gentle, hear me: None about Caesar trust but Proculeius.

CLEOPATRA. My resolution and my hands I'll trust; None about Caesar.

ANTONY. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at: but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former fortunes Wherein I liv'd, the greatest prince o' the world, The noblest; and do now not basely die, Not cowardly put off my helmet to My countryman, a Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going: I can no more.

CLEOPATRA. Noblest of men, woo't die? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty?--O, see, my women,

[Antony dies.]

The crown o' the earth doth melt.--My lord!-- O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen: young boys and girls Are level now with men: the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.

I pretend to faint, with a hand to my head and a little swoon. I open my eyes again and the class is smiling, then I see him out of the corner of my eye and he's got that smirky little grin on his face that's always made me want to swoon. It's real now, Tristan's back, now here goes making his life just a little distressing, after all, it's just payback, he's messed with my head, now it's my turn to mess with his.