Freen's POV
First Person.
I look over to my boyfriend, Jenson. To tell you the truth, I don't see why Becky was friends with him. I only got with him because I knew how mad Becky would get. Then she's bound to talk to me.
Our relationship had always been rocky.
In elementary school, I was always with the popular crowd, always liked by everyone. Except Becky. I don't know why, but she would always contradict anything I would have to say.
This happened in middle school too. We would both do anything we could to get under each other's skin. That included getting into massive fist fights, vandalizing each other's locker, and giving each other as much shit as possible about anything and everything.
That changed in the eight's grade. I noticed Becky started repeating the same outfits more often. She would often talk to Jennie, her best friend, about her finally kicking off her acting career, which I overheard, and of course, told her the truth: That she'll never be a successful actor.
Of course, I could be a successful actor. That's why when I got home that day, I went straight to my dad and told him to get me a main character role in a movie as fast as he could.
Was it cheating? Maybe. Did I care? only a little. Sometimes I do feel guilty about all the roles I've taken from her, but this rivalry has no room for sympathy.
Freshman year was the weirdest. I didn't see Becky for months. I was ecstatic. I would finally be free from her taunts. Then Jennie and Becky would start coming to school together, and teachers were much more kinder towards her and Jennie.
Becky also started ignoring me more often. Sure she would let out an insult towards me, but that was only when I would provoke her to. It wasn't the same. That's why I asked Jenson out. To get a reaction out of Becky. To ruin their friendship. So she would start talking to me again. Even if it meant she annoys the living shit outta me.
I snapped back to reality, which was unfortunately my Biology class. It was finally Friday, the day of Kade's party. I was so ready to get wasted.
I helped Kade set up for the party. We got everything ready, then got ready ourselves. I wore a cropped cardigan under my tank top, and a jean jacket on top, and some baggy jeans with shorts underneath. Wasn't my best outfit but it's not like anyone would see with the dark lighting.
Kade kept going on her phone and texting someone. I assumed it was just her other friends until she started smiling at her phone.
"Who you texting?" I think I startled her, because she jumped, then rushed out a "no one, don't worry about it"
I left her alone. I was sure she would tell me soon.
The party was at it's high. Everyone was dancing like no tomorrow. I would even dance on people occasionally, but never too much, I had a boyfriend.
I've had a few too many shots I thought because I wasn't as stable as before, and I couldn't really think as well.
I spot Kade and I go towards her, until I stopped suddenly.
Becky was dancing with her. Closer than a friend would. I saw the way Becky looked at Sara.
Lust.
Lust was in her eyes. And... Kade wasn't rejecting it.
I quickly put the pieces together. I figured Kade was seeing someone, and normally I would've been so fucking happy for her, if it was anyone but fucking Becky.
What was so appealing about her?
I saw Kade take her to another room, and as unnoticeably as I could, I followed them. I saw Becky look at Kade like she was the only person in the room.
I felt something churn in my stomach. I felt time slow as Becky cupped Kade's face and leaned in to kiss her.
My heart pounded. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I start walking backwards, unable to take my eyes off the two of them. I bumped into a table and a glass cup fell and shattered. A shard must've hit someone because I heard a loud "Shit!"
I panicked and went outside to see Kirk standing near the side.
"Hey," I call to him.
He turns and sees me.
"Hey Sarocha." I'm truly repulsed. "What are you doing out?"
"Oh, you know, taking a break from the party," trying to die after what I saw was what I wanted to say, but what I said instead was "Well what about you?"
"The party isn't as fun as I thought it would be. I'd rather do something else" He replies as he grabs my waist and pulls me towards him. "You should come back to my place." He says in a hideously rough voice
"I'd rather not, Kirk, I want to stay here."
"You could have more fun with me."
Before I could keep protesting, Becky comes to my rescue. I don't remember much because of how wasted I was, but I do recall something about a sleepover, and then Becky dragging my ass to my car.
She stole my keys and drove us back to her house. I numbly looked out the window. We started heading to a trailer park, which really shocked me.
I knew Becky lived in SouthRidge, but I assumed she lived in the apartments, not the trailer park. What the hell do her parents do for a living if all three of them live here?
Becky parked and took me to her home. She opened the door and pushed me in there. Immediately I noticed how small the place was. Her trailer was the size of my closet alone! The lack of decor made it even worse, though when I got to her room I noticed a few Skid Row posters.
I finished the glass of water she gave me, and she took my jacket off for me.
T/N: uwu beckziii
I layed on the bed and immediately felt so insanely hot I just started taking everything off. I finally felt comfortable and drifted to sleep, only to wake up a few hours later to see Becky at the window holding a cluster of papers and a burnt out cigarette that she squished into an ashtray near her with multiple fresh cigarette butts hanging out the side.
I watched as she put the script away and faced directly away from me as she took her bra off, being completely topless. I started at her back muscles in awe. I hate more than anything to admit it but I saw why Becky took an interest to her. I saw tattoos on her back and biceps that are normally covered by her clothes.
She put her shirt on and I quickly closed my eyes pretending to fall asleep.
Well that was the plan. I guess I was still so wasted I actually fell asleep within literal seconds.
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