homecoming date.”
“Yeah, well, your bad for the handling of that situation.” Dana said. “Don’t squash my Oliver-tinted dreams over here, best friend .”
“Sorry, sorry. That’s so exciting!” Lynn screeched and bounced around until Dana’s eye roll became severe. “Really, though. That’s awesome. I need all the details.”
The warning bell rang, announcing thirty seconds before the next class began.
“Text me!” Lynn said. “And hey, is the theater teacher as hot as everyone says?”
“Hotter!” Dana ran down the hall towards the art hub with her phone in the air. “Texting you now!”
Before Lynn crossed the threshold of her class, her phone buzzed.
Chris Pine as Kirk hot.
Lynn stole a glance around the half empty room. No teacher, but plenty of people she didn’t want to see, including Aria Levens, her biggest theater rival since sophomore year, and her GPA rival since fifth grade. Lynn was pretty certain Aria wanted to be her more than she wanted to be famous.
“Lynn!” Aria exclaimed. She was cozying up to Matt Lewis and Brad Smith, both obvious shoo-ins for leading roles this year, on the other side of the classroom. It was almost enough to make Lynn reconsider the leading role herself. Almost. “I didn’t think I’d see you in here!”
“Maybe you should ease up on the thinking, Aria. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” Lynn scrunched her nose and grinned viciously before plopping into a seat in the front row.
“Bitch.”
“I hope you can make it to the auditions this year, Aria.” Lynn continued texting Dana, giving her a play-by-play of her run in and demanding more information on the Oliver proposal. Basically anything to make it look like Aria was only getting a pittance of her attention, but that she could still burn her hard. “I’d hate to see your peak years wasted because you were in rehab again.”
Someone let out a low, “Oh daaaaaammmnnnnn.”
Aria went back to shoving her nose up Matt and Brad’s asses, and Lynn victoriously searched for a gif of Cell Block Tango to send Dana. Being stuck with Aria all year was less than ideal, but at least Lynn set the mood properly. Let the bitch try to oust Lynn’s reign as Senior Theater Queen. Let. Her. Try.
Dana sent her a text back. I prefer Ding Dong the Witch is Dead, but I guess that’s getting ahead of myself.
It’s still only the first day. I have plenty of time to kick her in the face.
She continued scrolling through Giphy for as many Wizard of Oz and Chicago gifs as possible, envisioning each as Aria getting bashed over the head, smashed by a house, poisoned with arsenic. It turned into a full out gif war, growing increasingly more ridiculous.
A throat cleared, signaling the mysterious new theater teacher had arrived. Lynn slipped her phone under the table and searched for one last gif to send back to Dana, preferably one with a ton of eye rolling and no-fucks-giving. She had priorities.
“When I call your name, please let me know if you have an alternative name you’d like to go by. Be forewarned, if you want to go by something inappropriate, that’s how your parents will read your names in all the school programs.”
Laughter fizzled around her. Lynn sent her favorite Disney Princess montage gif as a last resort and looked up to see whom Aria was trying to butter up before roll call even began. And dropped her phone.
It was him.
Oh gravy god of the heavens, it was him . Her professional actor, her oral sex god, her theatrical mentor with a porn star-sized cock that had left her limping home. It was definitely a good limp, but Lynn thought that sort of thing only happened in the movies. He was all of those things, and now he was standing inches away.
She never in a million years would have expected the Mr. Flint on her schedule to be Matthew Flint, audition partner. Did he recognize her, too? Did his heart race against his chest and threaten to steal his breath like hers did? Did memories
“Yeah, well, your bad for the handling of that situation.” Dana said. “Don’t squash my Oliver-tinted dreams over here, best friend .”
“Sorry, sorry. That’s so exciting!” Lynn screeched and bounced around until Dana’s eye roll became severe. “Really, though. That’s awesome. I need all the details.”
The warning bell rang, announcing thirty seconds before the next class began.
“Text me!” Lynn said. “And hey, is the theater teacher as hot as everyone says?”
“Hotter!” Dana ran down the hall towards the art hub with her phone in the air. “Texting you now!”
Before Lynn crossed the threshold of her class, her phone buzzed.
Chris Pine as Kirk hot.
Lynn stole a glance around the half empty room. No teacher, but plenty of people she didn’t want to see, including Aria Levens, her biggest theater rival since sophomore year, and her GPA rival since fifth grade. Lynn was pretty certain Aria wanted to be her more than she wanted to be famous.
“Lynn!” Aria exclaimed. She was cozying up to Matt Lewis and Brad Smith, both obvious shoo-ins for leading roles this year, on the other side of the classroom. It was almost enough to make Lynn reconsider the leading role herself. Almost. “I didn’t think I’d see you in here!”
“Maybe you should ease up on the thinking, Aria. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” Lynn scrunched her nose and grinned viciously before plopping into a seat in the front row.
“Bitch.”
“I hope you can make it to the auditions this year, Aria.” Lynn continued texting Dana, giving her a play-by-play of her run in and demanding more information on the Oliver proposal. Basically anything to make it look like Aria was only getting a pittance of her attention, but that she could still burn her hard. “I’d hate to see your peak years wasted because you were in rehab again.”
Someone let out a low, “Oh daaaaaammmnnnnn.”
Aria went back to shoving her nose up Matt and Brad’s asses, and Lynn victoriously searched for a gif of Cell Block Tango to send Dana. Being stuck with Aria all year was less than ideal, but at least Lynn set the mood properly. Let the bitch try to oust Lynn’s reign as Senior Theater Queen. Let. Her. Try.
Dana sent her a text back. I prefer Ding Dong the Witch is Dead, but I guess that’s getting ahead of myself.
It’s still only the first day. I have plenty of time to kick her in the face.
She continued scrolling through Giphy for as many Wizard of Oz and Chicago gifs as possible, envisioning each as Aria getting bashed over the head, smashed by a house, poisoned with arsenic. It turned into a full out gif war, growing increasingly more ridiculous.
A throat cleared, signaling the mysterious new theater teacher had arrived. Lynn slipped her phone under the table and searched for one last gif to send back to Dana, preferably one with a ton of eye rolling and no-fucks-giving. She had priorities.
“When I call your name, please let me know if you have an alternative name you’d like to go by. Be forewarned, if you want to go by something inappropriate, that’s how your parents will read your names in all the school programs.”
Laughter fizzled around her. Lynn sent her favorite Disney Princess montage gif as a last resort and looked up to see whom Aria was trying to butter up before roll call even began. And dropped her phone.
It was him.
Oh gravy god of the heavens, it was him . Her professional actor, her oral sex god, her theatrical mentor with a porn star-sized cock that had left her limping home. It was definitely a good limp, but Lynn thought that sort of thing only happened in the movies. He was all of those things, and now he was standing inches away.
She never in a million years would have expected the Mr. Flint on her schedule to be Matthew Flint, audition partner. Did he recognize her, too? Did his heart race against his chest and threaten to steal his breath like hers did? Did memories
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