Betrayal In William Shakespeare's Romeo And Juliet

I didn't expect anything positive to come afterwards. I stand there in the middle of the newly-paved street dumbfounded with Emilee still stood in front of me. Betrayal. Betrayal is the first word that protrudes my mind. She's changed too much. The amount of trust I put into our friendship would be way too much to count. I put so much time into our friendship and now it seems to be crumbling apart like a sidewalk that has bore too many feet over time. I still remember the innocent Emilee who never smashed a bug or was afraid they would get in trouble for staying out too late. She was the type of person who would never do anything like this. But this isn't the Emilee I know, this is someone else. Someone who I'm afraid I don't know anything
Struggling with shutting the window was the least of my problems at the moment; A boy, who I had just met the day before, stood below my window beckoning for me to join him. If I hadn't known any better, I would have believed that I had fallen victim to the Romeo and Juliet effect. I wondered who would be my Paris.

Thomas's name sent shivers down my back. Remembering our little "get together" with his other two friends, a genuine smile crept across my face only to be demolished by memories from later that day.

As the window finally came to a close, I almost skipped to my wardrobe, half excited and half nervous. I swiftly undress from my holey sweats and too big shirt and throw on a simple pair of midnight black tights and an old and faded crew neck sweater supporting my high school's swim team. Since it's nearly pitch black outside I decide against brushing my hair, instead I leave my normal beach-wave-do down since it didn't appear all that ratty and since it was very late at night I highly doubt that Thomas would notice either way. I tied the last lace on my shoe and made my way out of my
I'm sorry for the way that the guys treated you when you came over to my house earlier; it was quite unnecessary. But, I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my place right now? I know, it's earlier and you would rather be asleep but we're bored over there and Dylan suggested that I come and talk you into hanging out with us for a bit," he rambled on. It was obvious that he was nervous and thought that I would reject his invitation.

I smirked. It was almost amusing to see him sweat like this.

Hands on my hips, I put on my best thinking face and, genuinely, nevertheless, my answer would be yes.

Rolling my eyes once again I nod my head slowly, "if my my mother finds out about this we're both dead and I'm blaming it on you." I point my index finger towards his chest.

As we head for his house, Thomas privately let out a sigh of relief. I could comprehend that he didn't mean for me to catch this.

Either way, It was four in the morning and I was sneaking out to Thomas's house (not to mention that I hardly even knew him or his personality). For all I knew, he could have been a murder on the run who was pulling me into a trap.

But I followed