Motive

The Plan

~Mary Jay~

"I should've never gone on that stupid date with Jax." I groaned for the 8th time tonight. Beck and I were in her dorm, per usual. I'd gotten 4 missed calls from Jax and he double texted.

Twice.

"It was that bad?" Beck questioned at my dramatic ways.

"I got tea poured on me in front of like 30 teenagers by an uppity cali girl. I'm supposed to be the bad bitch here." I pushed my face deeper into the pillow.

"Oh, chill out. If it makes you feel any better your aura is still radiating positive energy."

"That doesn't make me feel better because I know you don't actually read auras." I raised my head and deadpanned.

"Don't doubt my abilities, MJ."

"Just because you put rose quartz under Ali's pillow doesn't make you a crystal girl now."

Beck pushed my shoulder, "I would never. I don't need quartz to get girls." She flipped her hair.

I chuckled, "You sound like Easton."

"That's a below-the-belt hit, but i'll let it slide because you got tea poured on you."

I rolled my eyes, "Gee, Beck. Do too many favors and I might think you have a crush on me or something."

"And now you sound like Mateo."

"Don't compare me to that idiot. We are complete polar opposites."

Beck made a furrow between her brows, "That's a damn lie and you know it."

I gasped, "How?"

"You're both sarcastic, sassy, smooth delinquents. The only difference is that he looks like he wouldn't hurt a fly and you, on the other hand, can be. . you."

"Easton is not smooth. He's psychotic."

Beck rolled her eyes, "You like psycho."

"I like guys with personalities."

"Exactly. Psychotic."

I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. Beck was crazy, and so was Carter and anyone else who thought Easton and I could ever be a thing.

"Don't act like you two aren't constantly flirting." Beck nudged me.

"You sound insane, seriously. I wanna rip his head off."

"Oh, please. That's the whole reason I left you and him alone that morning to go get breakfast with Carter."

My smile dropped, "I knew you did that on purpose!"

"I expected something to happen! All that tension between the two of you."

I didn't respond and looked at the scrunchie on my wrist. Of course, Beck caught this.

"Something did happen!"

"There may have been a teeny-tiny half a millisecond moment where we didn't actually hate each other, but that was it. No smooches." I pointed my finger.

"And you tell me this now?!"

"It didn't mean anything! I was just trying to get my hair tie back and he fought me for it. We laughed a little and then he got a call and left like he'd just been told Chick-fil-A was finally open on Sunday's."

Beck looked at me weirdly, "You make some of the most absurd analogies. But that's not the point of this conversation! You two basically made out. Sharing scrunchies?!! This is worse than I thought, MJ..."