Warning: shouj-ia/yuri/female slash (get the picture?)

"Juliet was a whore and all Romeo wanted, was to get up her skirt."

The teachers jaw dropped to the floor and the rest of the class sat watching me like they would a tiger in the zoo.

A dainty cough sounded from the other side of the room, the perpetrator was one Camelia Arthurs. "I disagree."

I sat quietly with a raised eye brow, waiting for her argument.

"Juliet wasn't a whore, and Romeo had more honor than that. The reason their relationship moved as quickly as it did was because of Juliet's impending marriage and Romeo's need for affection do to his rejection from Rosaline."

The class had now turned to look at her, this usually quiet little mouse that had dared to contradict the class bitch. I however, was intrigued.

"Hm, and I suppose you also believe in love at first site."

"As a matter of fact, I do." She held her head high as I, like my other classmates began to study her. She sat straight in her chair, hands clasped over her books, the model student. She looked like the kind that was moderately comfortable in her own skin and didn't feel the need to doll herself up for a simple day of school. Her heart shaped face was set with determination as she pushed an errent lock of dark brown hair behind her ear and picked up her stray pencil. She then began to tap the writing utensil rhythmically on the desk, the only telltale sign of her nervousness. "Don't you?"

"I believe in lust at first site." I saw her falter at that comment, but she said nothing. "I believe that love takes time to develop and that these two were just looking for an excuse to throw their lives away. Like a car. Don't like the one you have, trade it in for a new one."

"So... you believe life is like a car?"

"I believe that's what they believed and therefore felt no hesitation when it came to ending their own lives."

"For each other."

The class was now watching our "discussion" as if it were a tennis match, looking back and forth between us rapidly, so as not to miss anything. Although they did miss it. They missed how I had to fight the urge to smile at the challenge she was presenting. They missed how she saw this battle and smiled herself. They missed the fact that she had put down her pencil.

"Not even close. They wanted sex, when that fell through they realized their lives sucked and decided to end them."

Camelia shook her head. "You're taking a very cold look at this play and I don't think that's what Shakespeare intended."

The teacher cleared her throat, "Sadly, we don't know what Shakespeare intended. For now we can only speculate. Bravo you two though, on a wonderful discussion!"

With that the bell rang. Camelia gathered her books, demure smile still in place and left the class room and I, never one to let an opportunity pass me by, followed her.

I walked quickly down the hall, glaring at any who crossed my path, when I finally caught up with her at her locker I placed a hand over her mouth and blew gently on her ear. "Do you have a class right now?" I asked quietly as the hallway began to empty. Not that is mattered, the few left were paying us no heed in their haste.

Her "no" was muffled against my hand but I got the message. I removed my hand and kicked her locker shut before taking her hand and practically dragging her down the hall into a vacant classroom. I flipped on the lights and she shut the door behind us. And then we were kissing. She was pressed against the closed door by my body and I loved it. Her hands moved from my short hair down to my hips where she toyed innocently with my belt loop.

"That little show you put on in their was sexy as hell." I managed when I broke away to catch my breath. Apparently she didn't need any such opportunity, for she began to shower kisses on the flesh exposed by my tank top. She licked across the line where the cloth laid across my breast and pulled more insistently at my belt loop. I reveled in her aggressive attitude. "Ah Cam, this... Is what Shakespeare intended."

"Hm?" It was a question, she just didn't want to stop her administrations. One of my hands was still tangled in her braid and the other one was cupping her to me.

"To make future couples appreciate what they have."

She leaned back against the door momentarily, "Hm. So you are a romantic?" she asked smiling. She knew I wouldn't answer so, she buried her face in my neck and I reveled in just being able to hold her close for the moment.

"I love you." Was all I could say as I watched her arch to fit the contours of her body with my own. Even with her face hidden, I could still feel her growing smile.