Prom Committee

Blackmail

The next morning walking in the halls I decided that I had a mission and one mission only. I have to win Beck's forgiveness and beg him to help us with the committee. This task was definitely not going to be easy one bit. I have to push all my dislike and annoyance for him out of my mind and into the trash.

"So are you ready to do this?" Layla asked as we were walking to our lockers.

"Well not really, but I just have to remember that I am the bigger person," I replied.

"Do you know what you are even going to say?" she questioned.

"No not really, but I'm sure I will think of something. I mean I am smart," I answered stopping at my locker and opening the door.

"Okay, just remember to be nice. No arguing Tar," she remarked.

I rolled my eyes, and grabbed my books, "Yes mother."

"Thanks sweetie," she teased.

As I closed my door, I peered over to my right and saw Beck standing by his locker. I knew right then and there that it was go time.

"Well here goes nothing," I mumbled.

"You got this."

I strolled over to his location with Layla following behind me. For some reason I was nervous that he was going to deny my apology, but on the other hand I did like a good challenge.

"Beck," I said.

He didn't say anything, maybe he didn't hear me.

"Beck," I said a little louder halting at his locker.

He rolled his eyes and closed his door, "What do you want?"

"I came over here to be the bigger person," I informed him.

"Oh really?" he questioned.

"Yes. I want to apologize for yesterday, I shouldn't have yelled at you and said all those hurtful things. I went too far, and I'm sorry."

"Okay, I guess I can accept that," he spoke.

"Okay good, I'm happy to hear that. So did you want to say anything?" I asked.

"Say what?"

"I don't know, maybe that you're sorry," I explained.

He furrowed his brow, "Why do I need to say sorry?"

"You were quite late, and didn't even bother to tell me why. Does that ring a bell?"

Beck was starting to get me mad, but I really tried to swallow my rage, and let it go.

"Um yes, but I told you it was important so can't you just accept that and not pry," he criticized.

"Okay fine whatever. Just don't be late today," I huffed.

"Yeah I cannot do that."

"Well why not?" I questioned taking a step forward.

"Well you see, that thing that I did yesterday that made me late, yeah I do that everyday."

"Well can't you just skip whatever that thing is, and just not be late?" I asked tensing up.

"Uh no."

"How hard is it to not be late? I'm literally asking you one simple thing and you can't even do that. How in the hell am I suppose to organize and set up decorations with you?" I hissed.

"I don't know, but when you figure it out, let me know. Or don't at all, I don't really care about this stupid dance," he retorted and walked away.

"Wait, Beck," I called after him.

But it was too late, he was already out of my view. Gosh danggit. It was going fairly decent until I had to sputter more junk about his tardiness.

"Hey it's okay, you at least tried, " Layla grinned comforting me.

"Thanks, but I'm not letting this go without a fight."

"I know, but let's get to our next class before the bell rings," she advised.

We turned around and began walking in the right direction to our next class. Turning the corner we were abruptly stopped by a wall of stone cold evil. It was Sadie.

"Oh goody, just the losers that I want to see," she greeted clasping her hands.

"Hi Sadie."

"What do you want?" Layla snarled mimicking Beck from earlier.

"Do you two know what cell phones are?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes."

"And you know that they have this thing that can take a live video and save it to the device."

"Yes, that's called a camera. We live in the twenty-first century, we're not neanderthals," Layla explained.

"Okay good, I'm glad you know the concept."

"So what's your point?" I questioned confused.

"I just thought you would like to see something very interesting," she smirked holding out her phone to us.

As I was watching this video it almost felt like deja vu, like I have seen it already. I kept looking at the moving pixels, furrowing my brow, until it finally hit me. The reason why it seemed so familiar was because it happened yesterday after school. It was actually me and Beck arguing in the gymnasium on the bleachers.

My eyes went real wide, and they almost felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. I was in shock. I was in utter disbelief. I was flabbergasted. Why would she do this? Why was she watching us the whole time? I wonder if anyone else in that gym saw us scream at each other.

"Why do you have that on your phone?" I gulped.

She giggled, "Mostly for pure entertainment, but also it gives me leverage."

"Leverage for what?"

"Oh wouldn't you like to know," she squinted her eyes.

"Uh yes we would," Layla added.

"I want a date for prom."

"Well then go ask some guy. There are a lot of males in our school," I stated.

"No, I don't just want some guy. I want Joshua Spring."

"Sadie, then go ask him. That shouldn't be a hard task for you," I advised.

"No."

"Why?" Layla butted in.

I always appreciated her backup.

"I want Tara to do it for me," she explained.

"But why?" I asked.

"Because you and Josh are great friends, and he will pretty much do anything for sweet little Tara," she said mockingly.

"Well I'm not going to, do it yourself," I crossed my arms with my books to my chest.

"If that's how you want to be then I have no choice but to show Mrs. Greene this little video."

I couldn't believe the audacity of satan's daughter.

"Why would you do that?"

"To show her that you are ruining my prom by not following her orders, and having Beck help. Scrutinizing your goody two shoes reputation is just a plus," she smirked.

"This is just low for you Sadie. Blackmail," Layla judged.

I wasn't letting Sadie get to me, but I wanted to just get rid of the situation. It was quite petty but I didn't want Mrs. Greene seeing the video. Especially after the fact that I told her that I would let Beck help us. I had no choice but to accept her deal.

I muttered, "Okay fine, I'll do it."

"Good. Buh bye," she waved flipping her hair in our faces.

"I can't believe you just did that Tar."

Yeah me either.