Just an Act (freenbecky)

Chapter - 6

Still Freen's POV

First person

I woke up with a pounding headache.

This has to be the worst headache I've

ever had in my entire life. I opened my

eyes and didn't recognize where I was.

I turned over to see Becky sleeping 2

inches away from me.

I panicked.

I looked under the sheets to see myself in a tank top and shorts, and her in sweats and a bra. I try to think back to the night before, but I didn't remember much. I could vaguely recall seeing Becky's naked back and thought to myself:

Oh God! Did we...fuck?

I was wearing my clothes and so was she but I could've just put them on when we... uh finished.

I felt angry at myself.

I felt angry for feeling sad that I slept with Becky Armstrong and don't even remember it.

I shouldn't be curious about what she was like.

I shake my head and instantly regret it due to my headache.

I put my head back on the pillow.

I guess I should admit it, but I would rather die than admit even to myself that I, Freen, have a more-than-platoni attraction to Becky.

So I won't admit it.

I'll hide it, make sure nobody knows.

Becky POV

First person

I felt shuffling on the other side of the bed and woke up. Deciding to ignore it, I try to go back to sleep.

But the shuffling won't stop and-

"Jesus Christ can you stop moving for 2 seconds?" I yell as loud as I can with my sore and dry throat.

The shuffling stops but I'm awake now so I may as well go and make breakfast.

I get up and immediately want to go back to bed but Freen, my current bedmate, seems to be hogging up all the space.

Freen POV

Huh? So she's just not going to say anything about last night? Maybe bringing people home was something she did all the time. She seems like that kind of person.

She walks towards the kitchen and I'm left dumbfounded.

I'm not sure why, but it makes me so mad that Becky doesn't even acknowledge it. I mean.

We fucked.

And we're literally known rivals, in school and publicly.

I decided to act as though it doesn't bother me, and I'd make it my life purpose to treat her bad so she knows how I feel right now.

Becky POV

Third Person

Becky walks to the kitchen, completely unaware of what the other girl is thinking about her. She fixes up coffee for the two of them and brings it back to her bedroom.

She expects to receive gratefulness, or atleast no tangy words from Freen after she practically saved her ass last night, and grows with rage when she's confronted with the most distasteful:

"God, finally! You took long enough."

Becky feels her face warm up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you??"