Just an Act (freenbecky)

Chapter - 17

Becky walked into school on Monday morning with a plan. The whole school knew about their rivalry, why not give them a show.

She walks to her locker, smiling at people she knows, giving the stink eye to all of Freen's friends. Becky opens the locker door only for it to be slammed by a hand adorned by rings and bracelets. It was Freen.

The noise gets everyone's attention.

Freen gives Nova a small smile only she's able to see. She turns her facial expressions angry again. She pins Becky against her locker and whispers something incoherent. If there was one thing everyone knew about their fights, its that the louder they were shouting at each other, the more stupid the fight was.

Using that logic, Freen whispering something threatening to Becky meant Freen was more mad than ever.

Some kids took their phones out and started texting their friends to come and see if a fight was going to go down.

Truth was, only Becky knew Freen was saying, "pskfpdsk" she whispered incoherently.

Becky said back to Freen loud enough for everyone to hear, "Go fuck yourself, Sarocha."

Becky smirked smugly as the bell rang.

Freen backs away and says, "Watch your back, Armstrong."

Becky laughed at Freen before walking to her own class while thinking about their plan. They basically just have fights all day before walking to school as girlfriends the next morning.

The one thing both girls can agree on is that their relationship NEEDS to have a shocking reaction from everyone.

Becky goes to her auto class and sits down. A classmate behind her taps her shoulder to get her attention. She turns around to see a guy who she'd seen around the halls but never spoken to. He had brown fluffy hair and piercing grey eyes.

"Hey, you're best friends with Freen right?" He asked.

Becky could only hope that he was joking. Lucky for her he was.

"Oh yeah we're the closest."

"Yeah, I could tell. When I saw her slam you against the lockers I just knew you two had a friendship that I could only dream of." The guy said sarcastically.

Becky laughed. "Aw don't be sad. You'll find someone like that one day too."

They laughed and got shushed by the teacher, who was 12 minutes late but we're not going to talk about that.

During the whole class the random guy passed her notes and made snarky remarks about the lesson in her ear. Becky could swear she would suffocate if she had to keep holding in her laughter.

The bell rang after the lesson and Becky waves to the random guy and goes to the cafe.

While she's walking she sees Freen and smiles. Freen looks so angry, Becky would've believed it if she didn't know any better.

They cross paths and Becky gets ready for another fight only to get shoved by Freen's shoulder.

Becky immediately knew something was wrong, and ran towards her.

"Freen what the fuck?"

"Get outta my face Becky."

Becky had no time for whatever emotional bs Freen was going to pull, and dragged her into the nearest janitors closet.

"Talk to me."

"I'm sorry?"

"Yeah, you should be."

There wasn't a lot of room in the janitors closet. There were shelves put up, Becky and Freen squished between a door and one of the shelves. They were so close they could feel their breath on each other, only 3 inches of space between them.

"What's going on Freen?" Becky tried to ask with more empathy in her voice.

Freen still looked angry. "Kade saw you flirting with some guy. Why the hell would you do that."

Becky got butterflies. Freen was mad that she was talking to other people?

"-It's gonna make the fake relationship even harder to pull off."

Becky felt stupid. Of course. They're fake dating tomorrow. That's why she doesn't want Becky to talk to other people.

"Uh yeah yeah my bad. " Becky said quietly.

Freen subconsciously moved closer, noticing Becky's mixed reaction.

She put her hand on Freen's shoulder. "You ok?"

Becky looked up at Freen, one again accidentally giving her doe eyes. Becky nodded solemnly. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Becky musters up a small smile. "Just kinda tired."

Becky felt a very very light touch on her waist. It was Freen's other hand, becoming firmer, gripping her waist.

"Listen. This is going to be hard for both of us. But this is our job. And-" Freen felt uncomfortable with what she was going to say. "-I'm...here. If you ever want to talk, cuz I'm going through this too. I'm only supporting you with this fake dating shit. Nothing else. We're not friends" Freen says the last part sternly.

The awkward look Freen had while speaking however, made Becky burst out laughing. Freen tried to be mad, but she laughed too.

Their laughter died down, and they were closer than before. Their wasn't an inch between their chests. Freen's hands still on Becky.

Freen looked down on the shorter girl. Their lips inches from each other. Becky looks at Freen's lips. They were cherry red and glossy. They stood there, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The door opens. Janitor Al looks at the two girls and tells them to get out of here.

The two girls run out and start walking towards the cafe (a 5 meter distance between them of course.)

As they walked, Becky could swear she heard the janitor mutter something about no kids doing the dirty in his closet.

Becky could only laugh.