Fakespeare--Star-Crossed in Romeo and Juliet by M.E. Castle

Author:M.E. Castle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Imprint

“Yeah, kinda boring, though. I was thinking of livening things up by ‘accidentally’ pushing Grandpa Capulet onto a cake or something.” She guffawed loudly, and bits of tomato minimuffins flew out of her mouth.

“Oh,” Romeo said, “I guess that would be … funny?”

“Not that you’d know funny if it came up and yelled, Hi, I’m Funny in your face.” Rosaline snorted. “From what I’ve heard, you’re a party pooper. You hanging out with circus freaks now?” she said, gesturing toward Becca, Sam, and Rufus without actually looking at them.

“Hey!” Becca said. “We’re not freaks!”

“Sure you’re not,” Rosaline said, reaching for a platter of tomato cupcakes.

“For once, Becca is right,” Sam said. “We’re totally normal!”

But Rosaline didn’t apologize. Instead she poured herself a goblet of tomato punch and began to gulp it down with loud slurps.

“Anyway,” Romeo mumbled, “I was wondering … I don’t have anyone to hang out with at the Montagues’ Lotsa-Rella Ball tomorrow—”

“Oh yeah,” Rosaline interrupted. “Hope that’s fun. I’m going on a trip to Mantua to visit family. Ugh.” She rolled her eyes. “I hope they all fall into a well before I get there.”

If this party were a qualifier for the Worst Person Ever Olympics, Rosaline would’ve clinched a spot a few times over.

The girl smacked her lips and scarfed down the last five tomato brownies in one bite. “Gotta go,” she said. “They just put out the tomato juice fountain, and frankly, this conversation is boring.”

And before any of them could say, Good riddance! she’d clomped off.

“You know what, Romeo?” Sam said. “I would send a letter to her family in Mantua thanking them for keeping her away from your family’s party.”

Romeo’s shoulders slumped. “I knew people said Rosaline was hard to be friends with, but I thought maybe she was just misunderstood. That’s why I wanted to ask her to the Lotsa-Rella Ball—I knew no one else had asked her yet.”

For the first time, Becca felt bad for Romeo. She knew what it was like to hope one thing would happen and then have things turn out completely differently.

“Hey, man,” Sam said. “You should give Rufus a squeeze. When I feel down, I find that a doggy hug always helps. Right, bud—RUFUS?!”

Sam was still holding the Instead-Stix leash, but the leash was no longer attached to Rufus. The only thing at the end of it was teeth marks.

Becca spun around, trying to locate their dog.

“Look!” she cried.

Sam’s eyes widened. “Not the punch!”

A girl was pouring herself a glass of what looked like lumpy tomato punch … and Rufus was running straight toward her. If he knocked the bowl over, that would definitely draw Tybalt’s attention.

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