Stealing Bradford

DJ kind of laughed. “Yeah, if the first day is any indicator of how my year’s going to go, maybe I should quit while I’m ahead.”

Rhiannon pulled an apple out of her bag and handed it to her. “I noticed you didn’t eat your lunch. Want this?”

“Thanks.” DJ took a bite of the apple. “Are you going to drama?”

“Yeah. You too?”

DJ nodded as she munched. “I hope it’s not a mistake.”

“No way,” said Rhiannon. “Drama is cool. And Mr. Harper is a fantastic teacher. He’s funny and smart and really good looking too. You’ll be glad you’re taking it. Eliza and Taylor are in the class too.”

“Really?” DJ felt disappointment sink in. Eliza was okay, but she’d had enough of Taylor for one day.

“Yeah, we were just comparing schedules at lunch.”

“It figures.” said DJ.

“Taylor?”

“I think she’s seriously got it out for me.” DJ sighed. “And if it’s about Conner, I don’t see why she doesn’t just give it a break. It’s plain to see he’s not interested in me. For all I care, she can have him.”

“I don’t think he’s interested in Taylor either.”

“Whatever.”

“I just think she’s one of those girls who always wants what someone else has. If it makes you feel better, she’s even been flirting with Bradford.”

“With Bradford?” DJ stopped walking and turned to stare at Rhiannon. “Are you serious?”

“Oh, yeah…even Bradford noticed it. She was all over him during art this morning. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to find out he’s got drama with us as well.”

“Sheesh, why doesn’t she just try to get all the guys? Maybe she’s going after Harry too.”

Rhiannon laughed. “I think Taylor is a little more cautious when it comes to Eliza’s territory.”

“And just why is that?” demanded DJ.

“I think she’s afraid of Eliza.”

“Afraid? Of Eliza?” DJ frowned. “That just does not compute.”

“It does on some levels,” said Rhiannon.

DJ still didn’t get it. Eliza might have her faults, but for the most part she was pretty nice. Why would anyone be afraid of her? Especially someone like Taylor. It made no sense. But then, DJ figured, she had a lot to learn about a lot of things. She took a last bite of the apple and tossed it into the trash can by the door to the auditorium.

Rhiannon’s take on Mr. Harper was pretty accurate. DJ decided she liked him and that he was funny. Maybe drama wouldn’t be too bad after all. Plus he had this easygoing way of making kids feel comfortable. And before class was over, he had several of them up on the stage in a sort of spontaneous audition. Not DJ, of course. She wasn’t ready to humiliate herself in public again. Twice in one day was plenty. But both Taylor and Eliza willingly complied, winning instant approval from both Mr. Harper and the class. And, although DJ would never admit it to anyone, Taylor was an excellent actress—just the way she took center stage with complete confidence, standing tall as she recited the lines in a totally natural-sounding way, tossing in a little tilt of her chin or a hand movement at just the right moment, like she’d been doing this kind of thing all her life. Was there anything that girl could not do? Well, other than being nice—that did not seem to come naturally to her. Even Bradford did a mini audition, and to everyone’s surprise he stole the show. The whole class erupted in loud applause.

“This is going to be a fun class,” said Eliza as they sat in the auditorium seats and waited for the next “audition.”

“It seems like it,” said DJ. She wanted to add, “especially if Taylor continues to keep her distance from me.” At the moment, Taylor was still on the stage, standing off to the side, right next to Mr. Harper. She was probably schmoozing and setting herself up for the lead in the next production, which was aggravating, but way better than hooking her claws into DJ again.

“So, what exactly is up between you and Conner?” Eliza asked quietly.

“Nothing.” DJ slumped down in her chair, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

“I thought you liked him.”

“I did.”

“And he obviously liked you.”

“It seemed like it.” DJ watched as Taylor actually seemed to flirt with Mr. Harper. What was up with this girl anyway?

“So, what happened? Did you guys have a fight?”

“I don’t know what happened.”

“Maybe I should ask Harry what’s up. He and Conner probably talk about this kind of thing.”

“No,” said DJ firmly. “Please, don’t, Eliza. Let’s just let it go, okay? I don’t think Conner and I were meant to be.” But even as she said this, she felt sad and slightly defeated.

“Okay.”