In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

“Oh…” I whispered, averting my eyes. “I see.”

“Why won’t you let me go?” I asked, my gaze still locked on the floor.

I didn’t respond, too busy battling with my stupid conscience and broken moral compass. But the longer I tried to hold out, the faster my resolve crumble. Finally, I gave up.

“I’ll give it back.”

“What?” I looked up at Marina in complete confusion. “What’s the catch?”

“Nothing,” I muttered under my breath, already regretting the decision. “I’ll give it back.”

I didn’t know how to react. Shocked? Afraid? Excited? “Thanks.” I murmured quietly in response.

“I’m going to regret this…” I muttered, pushing hair back and over my hairline. “Just come with me after school.”

(I’m rereading this rp and crying oml)

I nodded, too worn out and embarrassed to argue or protest.

(Sjhdjdjska)
(Skip?)

(Yep!)

(After school?)

(Sounds good to me!)

(Now I just have to figure out where she hid it…. lol)

A biting wind cut through my thin sweater, drawing a shiver up my spine as I sat on a bench outside of the school, waiting for none other than Mercutio.

This is a bad idea…. You’re losing the one advantage you have over him….

And it was a bad idea. A terrible one. But after seeing his panicked state a lunch today… I wasn’t sure I wanted the advantage anymore.

I can’t believe I’m doing this…

I walked down the front steps of the school, looking around for Marina and obediently trotting to her side, pulling my hood up since we were out in the open.

“If anyone asks,” I told Mercutio, getting to my feet. “This never happened. Alright?”

“Agreed.” I grumbled, waiting impatiently to get going.

(Uhh where should she have hidden it?)

(I have no idea XD um… maybe like a spot she hangs out at often? Like how Juliet has Greg’s and Mercutio has his park bench?)

(Good idea
Uh
Hers is an old records shop but idk where she could hide stuff there)

(Maybe under a loose floorboard she knows about? Or wedged behind a rack?)

(Yeah sure)

“We’ve got to take the bus.. the ride will be about forty minutes,” I told Mercutio over my shoulder, repressinng another shiver.

“Forty minutes?” I echoed, rubbing at my forehead. “You really hid this thing, didn’t you?”

I offered a loose shrug. “Yeah. I like to be thorough with my blackmail. At least… I was…”

“No kidding.” I snarked, putting my hands in my pockets.

“Careful~” I sang, shooting a smirk his way, “If you’re rude enough, I might call this off..”

I bit back a sharp reply, forcing my eyes submissively to the ground despite the reignited spark urging me to fight. “Sorry, Marina…”

“Much better.”

We arrived at the stop, and just as the bus was pulling over, I had a thought. “Have you ever called me by my actual name before?”

“Once.” I looked down at her. “When you…. when you weren’t feeling well. Before I took you to the park.” I replied, growing a bit awkward. Treating her civilly felt… weird. But not bad weird. Just out-of-my-comfort-zone weird.

"Oh—Right. Um, yeah." How could I have forgotten? "Sorry. It's a nice change from 'Capulet' which, you know, isn't my actual last name.."

“I’m aware.” My blunt reply didn’t match the confused expression on my face. Why is she apologizing to me?