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sharply on the door, she waited a few seconds before entering. It wasn't long enough to hide the scene she was bursting in on. Her hand went to her mouth, not to cover a gasp but to stop herself from being sick.
The sight before her was Rupert naked from the waist up, jeans unbuttoned with co-star Nicole, who was playing Amber Von Tussle (her on-stage nemesis), straddling him. His hands were under her top. Her hands were running through his the hair that topped at his collar. The kiss was nothing like the one Susan and Rupert had shared earlier. The kiss she and Rupert shared had been tender and gentle, him caressing her cheek, then sliding his hand under her hair as he closed his eyes to kiss her. The kiss with Nicole was what the inexperienced Susan had heard was otherwise known as French kissing.
It was Nicole who sensed her presence. Breaking lips with Rupert, she turned to Susan. Angling his head to one side, Rupert's face was hard to read. Whether it was distress, disappointment or something else entirely different, he did not look pleased to see Susan. Standing up, Nicole went behind Rupert, draping her arms around his neck. Letting her hands caress his naked torso, kissing his glossy black hair, her actions were those of a woman parading a trophy.
Cruelly, Nicole took the opportunity to further humiliate Susan. “You appear shocked, Susan. Why is that?”
“ There's no reason. I only thought I was the last person here. I heard you guys, I thought I'd poke my head round the door to remind you to lock up. I wasn't exactly expecting to see what I have.”
“ Should've stayed out then, sticky-beak!”
“ Steady on, Nikki. She was doing the right thing. The last person to leave is responsible for locking up.”
“ Since when were you a stickler for the rules Rupert Locke-Smythe?”
“ I'm not. I was only saying.”
Susan sought his troubled eyes.
“ Did you think what happens in Hairspray was happening in Brighton College?” sneered Nikki.
“ Nikki leave it. There's no need for this,” said Rupert uncomfortably.
“ Rupert why do you care? Is this what you want? Is that who you want to be with?”
“ Of course it's not. I don't care about a fat chick that can sing. You know the score, Nikki. If it wasn't for Susie throwing herself at me, I'd be behind on assessment and permanently in detention for not handing in homework. It was a handy set-up for me. Plus, she covered the night I went clubbing with the boys, saying we were rehearsing. I wasn't prepared to sacrifice my easy ride so soon.”
“ Well you've got a better ride now, don't you?”
“ Promises, promises, are you going to deliver on that later?” he drooled, teenage hormones raging.
“ Have I let you down before?”
“ I'm still here,” said Susan. “I'll leave you two to it.”
“ It's only the opening night. We've got a week of sold out performances left,” taunted Nikki.
“ Don't forget to lock up,” reminded Susan robotically.
Skipping the party, she went straight to bed.
The recollection of the incident flew around the college like an out-of-control bushfire. Nikki made sure the cast knew that night, they spread the word to classmates and pretty much everyone from age three to eighteen who attended the school had heard of Rupert's triumph in using the foolish, fat, love-sick, deluded Susan-Marie Thompson.
The adage “kids can be cruel” was true for Susan in this case. Naturally a happy-going, warm and friendly person, having to maintain that facade when her heart was breaking was almost too much for the teen to bear. A prefect, the face of the drama club and active participant of other clubs, it was as if the entire school was waiting to see how the funny, fat girl would deal with the event.
Regardless of what they expected from her, Susan retained her public image. However much hurt she felt, however many tears she shed,
The sight before her was Rupert naked from the waist up, jeans unbuttoned with co-star Nicole, who was playing Amber Von Tussle (her on-stage nemesis), straddling him. His hands were under her top. Her hands were running through his the hair that topped at his collar. The kiss was nothing like the one Susan and Rupert had shared earlier. The kiss she and Rupert shared had been tender and gentle, him caressing her cheek, then sliding his hand under her hair as he closed his eyes to kiss her. The kiss with Nicole was what the inexperienced Susan had heard was otherwise known as French kissing.
It was Nicole who sensed her presence. Breaking lips with Rupert, she turned to Susan. Angling his head to one side, Rupert's face was hard to read. Whether it was distress, disappointment or something else entirely different, he did not look pleased to see Susan. Standing up, Nicole went behind Rupert, draping her arms around his neck. Letting her hands caress his naked torso, kissing his glossy black hair, her actions were those of a woman parading a trophy.
Cruelly, Nicole took the opportunity to further humiliate Susan. “You appear shocked, Susan. Why is that?”
“ There's no reason. I only thought I was the last person here. I heard you guys, I thought I'd poke my head round the door to remind you to lock up. I wasn't exactly expecting to see what I have.”
“ Should've stayed out then, sticky-beak!”
“ Steady on, Nikki. She was doing the right thing. The last person to leave is responsible for locking up.”
“ Since when were you a stickler for the rules Rupert Locke-Smythe?”
“ I'm not. I was only saying.”
Susan sought his troubled eyes.
“ Did you think what happens in Hairspray was happening in Brighton College?” sneered Nikki.
“ Nikki leave it. There's no need for this,” said Rupert uncomfortably.
“ Rupert why do you care? Is this what you want? Is that who you want to be with?”
“ Of course it's not. I don't care about a fat chick that can sing. You know the score, Nikki. If it wasn't for Susie throwing herself at me, I'd be behind on assessment and permanently in detention for not handing in homework. It was a handy set-up for me. Plus, she covered the night I went clubbing with the boys, saying we were rehearsing. I wasn't prepared to sacrifice my easy ride so soon.”
“ Well you've got a better ride now, don't you?”
“ Promises, promises, are you going to deliver on that later?” he drooled, teenage hormones raging.
“ Have I let you down before?”
“ I'm still here,” said Susan. “I'll leave you two to it.”
“ It's only the opening night. We've got a week of sold out performances left,” taunted Nikki.
“ Don't forget to lock up,” reminded Susan robotically.
Skipping the party, she went straight to bed.
The recollection of the incident flew around the college like an out-of-control bushfire. Nikki made sure the cast knew that night, they spread the word to classmates and pretty much everyone from age three to eighteen who attended the school had heard of Rupert's triumph in using the foolish, fat, love-sick, deluded Susan-Marie Thompson.
The adage “kids can be cruel” was true for Susan in this case. Naturally a happy-going, warm and friendly person, having to maintain that facade when her heart was breaking was almost too much for the teen to bear. A prefect, the face of the drama club and active participant of other clubs, it was as if the entire school was waiting to see how the funny, fat girl would deal with the event.
Regardless of what they expected from her, Susan retained her public image. However much hurt she felt, however many tears she shed,
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