way it makes him smile and laugh. I remember the text he sent me at the end of Saturday night, how my happiness sparked his. And I certainly remember the look in his eyes when he just took off my hat, the look that told me he feels the same way about me as I feel about him. Because if you feel angry when someoneâs hurting, itâs because you care about them. A lot.
Unless â¦
Unless Iâm still an idiot when it comes to understanding other people. Maybe Iâm so desperate to believe that someone can like me, truly like me, again that Iâve been reading more into it than I should be.
I quickly untangle my fingers from his. âI understand.â
âI mean, I just really think I need toââ
âI understand,â I say, louder this time, cutting him off. âYou donât have to give me a little speech. I get it.â
Pax keeps looking at me, lips a thin line, eyes conflicted. âNikkiâ¦â He tries to find my hand again.
But I busy myself, reaching for the DVD case, and stand up to put it in the player. Iâm hurt, and I feel some bitter satisfaction in knowing he canât follow me. âForget about it. Letâs just watch the movie.â I glance over my shoulder and give him the first fake smile Iâve ever given him. âWeâre friends. And thatâs okay.â
I put the movie in the DVR player, but I donât actually see a single minute of it. I felt so comfortable when we first entered his house, and now I feel anything but.
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Chapter 8
Ms. Mitchell, our theater teacher, stands in front of the stage. She reaches forward and hands a stack of papers to a student sitting in the first row, who sends the papers down the row. âI think youâll all be really happy to hear that weâre going to start moving away from just lecture and note-taking and get going with the performance portion of this class.â
I take one of the papers and hand the pile off to Sam, whoâs sitting next to me. Weâve sat together every class since we officially met. Weâve also started meeting up for lunch on the stage on days when we have theater class afterward.
âBefore we tackle any improv or monologues,â Ms. Mitchell continues, âwe need to start with the basics. Lesson one: Acting is behavior, nothing more. The more adept you become at reading a personâs behavior, the more keenly you can react to it.â
Even though Iâve been trying to block the image from my mind, suddenly Iâm back to picturing myself on Paxâs couch, closing my eyes and leaning in for the kiss. I wince, remembering his rejection. Clearly, I need some practice in reading behavior. I totally misread that one.
âThis first activity is a partner assignment,â Ms. Mitchell says.
Sam looks over at me, and Iâm grateful sheâs there. A couple of weeks ago, the prospect of a partner assignment wouldâve been groan-inducing.
âThis is an out-of-school assignment, but you donât necessarily need to go far. Even if you walk across the street to Wawa after school, that should do. Make sure you stick with your partner. Make good choices and be safe.â
Iâm kind of intrigued now and look down at the paper as she reads from it.
âThis assignment requires you and your partner to observe a stranger for at least fifteen minutes. Describe, in writing, his or her behavior. Are they sitting, standing, or walking? Who are they? What are they doing? Reading a book, waiting for someone, having a conversation? How are they feeling?â She looks up and grins. âBe discreet. If you get caught playing detective, it ruins the exercise. Afterwardâand hereâs the fun partâI want you and your partner to create a character based on the person youâve observed. Round out your observations. Whatâs his backstory? How did she end up where you found her?â
Ms. Mitchell squints at the
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